Matsuda Jinpei: "…"
There's a big difference between 'noticing that the car was malfunctioning, but the instructor didn't believe him, so the unlucky blonde was thrown out of the car' and 'noticing that the car was malfunctioning, the unlucky blonde was thrown out of the car without even arriving at his destination, without taking off the blindfold, without taking out his cell phone, and encountered a street interview program, and then ran away in a mess with a blindfold on, and was exclaimed to be a big player'.
In the former case, Matsuda Jinpei could have laughed, even in front of Furuya Rei, and laughed at the blonde's bad luck.
The latter...
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Matsuda Jinpei immediately shrugged it off and denied it, "What car, what fault, I didn't touch it!"
And thankfully, "Kujō-san, you just said something really scary, and it's a good thing I don't understand Japanese."
He said '
That's how a savior should be treated with respect.
In return, Ichijō Mirai gently reminded him, "Morofushi-san also saw it."
Morofushi Hiromitsu was close to Furuya Rei.
He was really very gentle, with a hint of tolerance for the person who will die, "When you leaped into the car, you said some key words, and as long as Hiromitsu-san knew that Furuya-san was having a good time, he would know that it was you who did it."
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
"But I really didn't do anything!" He rubbed his hair in frustration, "I didn't even have time to touch the wheel, I just crouched down a little bit closer and observed it for a little while, and the instructor kicked me out."
The defense pales in comparison, but Ichijō Mirai nods, giving unconditional trust, "I believe it."
He smiles, "Do you believe Furuya-san?"
There was some concern, "You'll just have to fight again at the most, fighting is good for your health, I don't mind, but what if Furuya-san thinks he's already 'had his fun' and makes you 'have your fun' too?"
Hearing that, Matsuda Jinpei nodded his head: at the most, he'd get into a fight, and if he didn't fight back, he'd get into another fight afterward, and he'd get back at him with a straight face.
He's had a hard time with Furuya Rei for a long time now, so he could just pull in Ichijō Mirai, who tipped him off, and kick each other's asses 1v1v1 in a big fight.
But why 'again'? They've never fought before, have they?
Matsuda Jinpei fell silent after hearing that: if Furuya Rei got back at him for 'having a good time'...
He didn't really want to run around wearing a blindfold, and he didn't really want to experience any of the other programs that could be considered fun.
So, silence after silence, Matsuda Jinpei pulled off his gloves, "Tsk, go ahead, what do you want me to do."
He glanced at Ichijō Mirai with some annoyed certainty, "It's about the other students, you want to help them."
"Just to be clear, I've already talked to the owner of the auto store, I'll be working here for a month for only a hundred yen a day, food and lodging included, if any other students would like to come, up to three of them."
He added, "Preferably someone who can work on cars."
To work in an auto store, you need to be able to work on cars, and right now the car in the small storage area at the back door is being disassembled to check for faulty parts.
"I'm interested in dismantling things," Matsuda Jinpei paused, looking away sheepishly, "but putting them back together and studying them, ahem."
"It would be great if a student who knows how to fix cars could help."
And again, "The same 100 yen, food and lodging included, and the hours are unpredictable. You may work during the day, you may work at night, but if you don't want to, forget it."
The small daily wage makes the bosses bite the bullet, ignore the IDs, and assume the cadets are illegal aliens.
Food and shelter means stability, and as long as nothing goes wrong, you'll be safe for 15 days.
Disorganized work means irregular, random hours at the store, and the police have to take their chances with arrests.
These are all disadvantages, but for the cadets in their special situation, they're advantages.
Ichijō Mirai, having seen so many cadets running away, nodded approvingly at Matsuda Jinpei, "Although it seems to be written all over his body, 'I didn't want to do it because you're such a nice guy, and I wouldn't have been so nice as to help the others if you hadn't made me do it,'" he said.
"But if I hadn't come, Matsuda-san would have found a way to help some of the students, right? You're very considerate."
He exclaimed, "It's true, we're all the same kind of people, we're all very kind."
Then he was a little ashamed, "I'm often ashamed of my own overabundance of kindness, thinking that I'm just too kind... Matsuda-san must be the same way when she's not as kind as she thinks she is... indeed, we're the same kind of people."
"But, ma'am..."
Ichijō Mirai paused, correcting herself for the name she had accidentally failed to hide, "But Matsuda-san, who is just as kind as I am,"
"You guessed correctly, I didn't just coerce you out of personal spite, but also guessed wrongly, and not because I wanted you to take in the other police cadets, but,"
He smiled slightly, "Prison robbery."
Matsuda Jinpei: "?"
"What?"
"A lot of our classmates were arrested," Ichijō Mirai simply stated the facts, "and most of the Tokyo police force was mobilized, targeting not real criminals, but us."
"Under a siege that even real criminals rarely experience, many of our classmates were caught."
"I apologize for not rescuing too many of them in time due to my limited abilities, but the rules indicate that the students who fell into the net will not be eliminated until the end of the fifteenth day, until then they will be taken into custody in the detention center."
He offered an invitation, "I need someone to meet me, Mr. Matsuda."
and reminded, "Ma'am, you don't want to be..."
Matsuda Jinpei interrupts Ichijō Mirai's occasional bubbling mischief, "You're going to rob a prison?!"
"Are you serious? Prison robbery?!" He double-checked, and was dismayed, "It's written in the rules that there will be a uniform recourse after training for serious violations of the law!"
"Yes," Ichijō Mirai smiled, "but we're only rescuing our classmates, it's not considered a jailbreak, is it?"
"Do you think the students are criminals?"
Of course not.
But a prison break...
Matsuda Jinpei's face changed repeatedly as he scrutinized Ichijō Mirai, his brow furrowed a little, and after almost a minute, he said, "Yes."
"If you hadn't caught me in the act, I wouldn't be willing to accompany you on such a crazy operation."
In the list of friends, there was a slight change in the data, and a star was added by half a star: [Matsuda Jinpei｜Energized｜Slight mood swing｜One and a half stars].
"What am I going to do?" Matsuda Jinpei frowned, looking coerced and very reluctant, "Besides picking up."
"It's hard to rob a prison, and you could get hurt by mistake, so if you won't let me help, are you looking down on my ability?"
It's really very reluctant.
Ichijō Mirai looks at his friends list, then at Matsuda Jinpei, and praises him sincerely, "You've got a heart of gold, Matsuda-san."
He looked towards the door, "The first thing you need to do is retrieve your cell phone."
Outside the door, on the no longer dimly lit street, a silver foxhound ran happily towards the back door of the auto repair store, all white, with a smooth pointed muzzle, pointed ears, and a small white dress.
It circled around Ichijō Mirai a few times before being pressed by Matsuda Jinpei, who took a cell phone out of the suit.
As he did so, he muttered, "How did you know I gave this guy my cell phone?"
For taking a moment out of his busy schedule of rescuing his classmates to keep an eye on you.
Ichijō Mirai didn't answer. He smiled and stroked the tip of the silver fox's ear. "Prison break is a big deal. We need to find as many classmates as possible to assist us."
Other classmates... never mind, not as much as none.
But Furuya Rei and the others are a must.
"Now, we're not the only ones looking for them," Ichijō Mirai said, still smiling, "the police must be looking for them urgently as well."
"We're in a race against time."
"Did the locators coincide again?"
In the police station, in the temporary command center, a police officer who not only has a meager salary, but also has the ability to stay up late and work overtime spoke up, holding a cup of coffee, he looked at the three overlapping locators on the screen seriously and got a little bit energized, "Want to make a bet? I guess it's still the legendary 'Kujō-san'."
On one side, a police officer, who was already notifying the police to report to the search, looked up, "Do you really want to bet? Well, I'm guessing it's the sun-like classmate."
Without looking back, he asked his third colleague, "What about you, Watanabe."
Watanabe yawned widely, his tone slurred, "I'm guessing savior."
"Notified," the second police officer finished his notification, announcing mercilessly, "The answers overlap, and the bet is null and void."
Still looking up, he stared fixedly at the overlapping three locators, as if he could see in the overlap the 'savior' who never rested, who had been around almost all of Tokyo, "It's six o'clock, and he hasn't stayed somewhere for more than an hour from eight to six, has he?"
"This energy,"
The kind of person who's in danger, and yet still manages to wander around Tokyo, follow the police's movements, and help his classmates...
"It's horrible."
"It's like the sun fell from the sky, it's horrible."