How did the instructors react to the failed night attack?
The innocent freshmen who didn't participate in the fight and didn't get any experience, but participated in cleaning up the battlefield and negotiated to give up the dormitory on the first floor so that the instructors could lie down and calm down for a while didn't know.
But they soon found out: they were furious.
In the freshmen dormitory woke up to the instructors were furious, but 12:30 pm, or lunch time, most of the freshmen are still in the middle of the meal, they heard the distant sound of the emergency assembly whistle.
The police academy and normal schools, each new student will be divided into large and small classes, class size is generally twenty or thirty people, each class has an instructor in charge, can be simply understood as the class teacher.
Classes have names, such as Onidzuka Hachizo's class, which is called the Onidzuka class.
Onidzuka's class is full of talented people, with Ichijō Mirai at the top.
Furuya Rei, Matsuda Jinpei, Morofushi Hiromitsu, Kenji Hagiwara and Date Wataru were also in the Onidzuka class, and they all stood in the front rows, silently receiving the glaring looks from all of the instructors and new students.
Because of the overabundance of talent, the instructors silently assembled in their classes, sympathetically and swiftly leaving it to Onidzuka Hachizo to teach the pricks a lesson.
With a stern face, Onidzuka Hachizo walked slowly in front of the line of freshmen in Onidzuka's class, his gaze sweeping over Ichijō Mirai in the first row of the first column, then backward in turn, slowly sweeping over the other five freshmen who didn't even look at him, "Good."
There were only five rows of freshmen.
He walked from the first row to the fifth, and after ten seconds, he could only manage to pronounce the same thing, "Good, good, good."
'Good' so much so that the instructors of several classes nearby all looked over and showed the same expression of 'Luckily I'm not the troublemaker', 'It's a bit miserable, but it has nothing to do with me, Onidzuka, come on and teach the troublemaker a lesson. If you can't complete the task, you will be held responsible!' and other complex human expressions.
Not only the instructors, but also the freshmen had different expressions, because they had almost no involvement in the activities that harmed the instructors, but were urgently gathered together in the middle of the day under the blazing sun to stand at attention. Many freshmen looked like vegetables spoiled by the sun, some were unhappy and depressed, with a clear sense of stupidity that was dazed, innocent, and listless.
There is also a part of the people are a little bit angry, not against the instructor who gathered them, but: is not it the Onidzuka class guys who got into trouble and charmed the instructor? Why is the whole class punished? It should be just those guys!
Onidzuka Hachizo took it all in, he spun around a few times, stopped at the third row which was not in front of him and could be heard by the whole class and the neighboring classes if he spoke loudly, then turned his head to the first row, sank his face, and nodded his head loudly to Ichijō Mirai, who was drowsy at the first row's first column, "Ichijō Mirai!"
"You've really gotten good at this, just on your first day at the academy and you've already got your wings!"
The voice was so loud, and it was reprimanding a prick, that everyone in Onidzuka's class and the neighboring classes, instructors and freshmen alike, silently pricked up their ears.
"Say," Onidzuka Hachizo said with a sullen face as if he didn't know, "what are you doing up in the middle of the night?"
It was a bit of a difficult question to answer, something along the lines of, 'Did someone tip you off that an instructor was going to raid the dormitory?' , so he didn't listen at all, and just heavily reprimanded with the conclusion, "Good, really good, wings too hard, not only found out about the instructor's attack in advance, but also successfully counterattacked, really good!"
"We were expecting to eliminate half of them at night and send them all packing!"
Onidzuka Hachizo's voice was so heavy with exclamation points in each sentence that everyone could easily tell he was in a state of extreme anger just by the sound of his voice.
His face said the same thing: "I'm very angry, and I hate the prickly students."
"And you ambushed me instead, you're really good," Onidzuka Hachizo stepped back into the first row and scanned the six freshmen in the first row, his words changing abruptly, "You passed the test, they didn't."
He inclined his chin, signaling the other freshmen, "Not waking up until the end of the battle is really the elite of the police academy."
"All are elites, then ten kilometers of armed cross-country running, thirty kilograms of weight, one hour time limit!"
"Since the predetermined number of people were not eliminated in the night attack," Onidzuka Hachizo looked to the freshmen of his own class, and then to the other classes, scraping his eyes like a knife across the faces with different expressions, making sure that there was no longer any resentment on them before he sneered out, "they will be eliminated in the weighted cross-country run."
And purposely also scraped the six freshmen in front of him, "You are a collective, together cross-country running."
"In an hour did not finish the run all rolled out, there are wimps early exit?"
There was silence.
Whether it was Onidzuka's class or any other class, all the freshmen looked on with their ears, noses, and hearts, and remained unopposed and quiet under Onidzuka Hachizo's unreasonable and brutal arrangement.
Onidzuka Hachizo swept and grunted once again, "A bunch of wimps."
"Line up on the buses and prepare for the cross-country run!"
The whole place was still quiet, and after a few seconds, the freshmen turned in place half a beat slower, the back of the line turned into the front, and ran out of the playground in a group trot, getting into the big cars lined up outside the playground in order.
It wasn't just Onidzuka's class that was on the move, there were other classes as well.
After Onidzuka's class turned in place, Onidzuka Hachizo's mouth didn't move, but only his voice did, and he managed to squeeze out a small reminder: "If you can't hold on, just stand down, and I'll stay here for you."
From the player's point of view, Onidzuka Hachizo's 'performance' was too obvious, Ichijō Mirai glanced back and didn't refuse, "Okay."
Maintaining his position with the row of freshmen in front of him, he followed into a truck, catching a glimpse of Onidzuka Hachizo who didn't follow first, but was instead saying something to one of the other instructors.
There was a dull silence in the truck.
It was only when the truck started up and the seated freshmen couldn't help but sway with it that the language function seemed to turn back on, and someone whispered in fear, "The instructors are too scary, right..."
One person spoke up, and a few others chimed in, "The police academy I knew before wasn't like this at all."
"This is not the way to treat students, it's like treating enemies, I really doubt we have offended them."
This complaint was echoed by more than a few, and then someone gently reminded, "The unluckiest one is Kujō-san..."
They spat out, "Instructor Onidzuka is not even trying to hide it, is he?"
"He was jealous of Kujō-san's shooting skills... His face wasn't right at the time... It was as black as a pot."
"And because he was embarrassed to be caught in a night attack! So, he took revenge on purpose."
As the atmosphere loosened up a bit, and because of the illusion of shared suffering, someone hesitated for a moment and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I actually felt that I had been dragged into this, and I was complaining a bit, thinking that you guys, Kujō-san, did it, and that you shouldn't have dragged us into it..."
"I'm sorry."
As soon as those words came out, silence returned to the truck, only the sound of human breathing and the sound of the vehicle, and it took a few seconds for a muffled apology to intermittently ring out from an indistinguishable source.
The outside of the truck was covered with a layer of opaque plastic, blocking the view of the occupants to the outside of the vehicle.
Ichijō Mirai withdrew his hand from lifting the corner of the plastic, temporarily interrupting his memorization, and nodded casually as he scanned the almost lush, clear otoro inside the dimly lit vehicle, "Hmm."
As expected, he was just a student, but he was still apologizing, while revealing the stupidity of Cheongchul, he also added a few more points to his worrying IQ balance.
Stupidity is an incurable disease. Ichijō Mirai didn't intend to accompany the cabbage heads in their clear stupidity, so he cut off the topic directly, "The car is going further and further away, towards the wilderness."