This person is too naive; if he were to use the back door, he would certainly be trembling with fear.
Nor would he be so clearly exposed to their sight.
Speaking of exams, Sawada Tsunayoshi recalled, "I relied on my tutor for most of them. He is a man of great knowledge, with almost nothing he doesn't know. My grades used to be even worse, but it was thanks to him that they gradually improved."
How should I put it? Even though they both scored 27 points, one exam covered knowledge studied over several months, while the other covered knowledge studied for an entire year.
One was only studied for a mere month, most of that month was spent in actual combat, so his progress was indeed immense.
Next is my friend. Gokudera Hayato is very smart; he gets a perfect score every time, he doesn't get a perfect score just because he can, but because the maximum score on the exam is a perfect score.
Speaking of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi was very proud: "Before every exam, Gokudera Hayato would highlight the key points for me, by memorizing according to his checklist, I passed every single time."
Then there's Yamamoto; his grades are better than mine, but he always stays with me to review, always staying by my side.
Besides them, there are three more children at home. They are all very well-behaved—most of the time, at least—and then there are the other older brothers and sisters around to help each other out.
As he spoke, Sawada Tsunayoshi grew more and more enthusiastic.
Hara Kenji sighed with emotion, "What a happy, large family. I only have one older sister."
Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled honestly.
Not long after, Furuya Rei returned, having refined his tutoring skills: "Let's go again!"
Sawada Tsunayoshi could no longer laugh.
The extra lessons continued until late into the night; they all went back, promising to return tomorrow.
After the others left, Sawada Tsunayoshi gazed at the moon in the sky, wondering if they had left the World Space, if they were also admiring the moon at this moment. Were they under the same moon?
Is everything okay at home, is the weather alright?
“Everyone, how are you all doing now?”
He missed everyone a little bit. Having new friends was good, but those were his family, his kin.
Waaaaah, waaaaah, Tenth Generation, I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I miss you so much, let me come over there, waaaaah.
At this moment, Gokudera Hayato was wailing and shouting through a mess of tears and snot, howling as he hugged a life-sized Sawada Tsunayoshi doll that had been created at some unknown time.
I'm going to set questions for the Tenth Generation. What kind of trash questions is that blond kid setting? They don't take the Tenth Generation's level into account at all. If it were me, they would be a thousand, no, ten thousand times better than this.
Tenth Generation, I miss you so much, please, I beg you, take me away with you.
Waaaah, I miss you so much too.
Yamamoto patted his shoulder.
Gokudera Hayato turned his head with red eyes: "What are you doing? I'm thinking of the Tenth Generation."
Yamamoto laughed. "I know, but your snot got on my clothes. Can you move a bit further away?"
“..”
Get out.
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Chapter 52: Day 13 of Conan Live
The flow of time in the World Consciousness Space is different from the place where Sawada Tsunayoshi is located.
A month had already passed in Sawada Tsunayoshi's location, but time felt as if it weren't passing at all here, the scenes in the live stream were merely clips of the most interesting moments from each day.
It was as if those complex training stages were all summarized in just one or two shots.
Furuya Rei looked greedily at every scene being summarized above; it was the entire life of his dear friend.
He sincerely hoped that world was an independent world, or at least that in another world, they could have a happy ending.
As the sun set, two days passed in the blink of an eye, Sawada Tsunayoshi's intensive revision plan had finally gotten on track. How did the Police Academy Five feel about these two days of extra lessons?
The greatest feeling was that the person named Gokudera Hayato was truly strong, they really wanted to get to know him.
However, with Sawada Tsunayoshi's own hard work, combined with the fact that they never tired of repeatedly going over those tedious and boring knowledge points, the results were quite good.
What surprised Matsuda Jinpei the most was that Sawada Tsunayoshi had a great talent for defusing bombs, especially compared to the other disastrously poor results.
Therefore, Matsuda Jinpei was extremely proud: "What does this show? It shows that my teaching ability is quite good. I'll settle for being just barely number one."
Because this piece of knowledge was exactly what he was responsible for.
Hara Kenji leaned in close. "Don't go hogging all the credit, Matsuda Jinpei. You should know that these are materials that I researched; I deserve at least half the credit."
Matsuda Jinpei changed his tune: "Fine, we'll tie for first. Class Monitor, Morofushi, Furuya, the rest of you will have to work much harder."
Hiromitsu's smile was gentle, but it didn't reach his eyes. "It's clearly because Sawada Tsunayoshi has immense talent; how did it become your credit?"
Furuya Rei smiled. "Some people shouldn't give themselves too much credit; you're quite thick-skinned."
Date Wataru laughed loudly. "Agreed."
Their expressions were each more serious, friendly, bright than the last, but the words they spoke were each more biting than the last.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was like an innocent Samoyed among them, a mysterious smile on his face.
Tsu, you speak.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, you're on our side, right?
Hahaha, Den, I believe you are wise.
All of you shut up! He isn't choosing anyone. If he were to choose, he'd choose Gokudera Hayato. If it weren't for him constantly rambling about bomb principles in his ear every day, would he even be able to remember them?
So it was all thanks to Gokudera Hayato.
They left laughing and joking, but one of them, having overheard the conversation, rolled his eyes and headed toward a place that looked like an office.
“Boss, I heard what they were doing; they are giving that person you hate most a lesson.”
Comb-over, villainous face, that's you, Koji Yamadani.
He was very happy to hear this news, laughing with a sinister cackle.
He was locked up by the old man this month. It was said that a big shot had infiltrated the Police Academy, he was told not to be so arrogant and to let the big shot make proper arrangements first.
A month has passed, the big shot has surely become an inconspicuous person, acting as a solid nail, so he can go out and continue his mischief.
He knew his family was corrupt and that what they did wasn't all for good, but so what? They held high positions and wouldn't fall from grace, his family's only expectation for him was that he simply be happy.
He only needed to live happily.
Koji Yamadani barely managed to make it through the month before immediately calling his subordinate to find out what Sawada Tsunayoshi and the others were up to.
Knowing they were studying and considering their upcoming exams in a few days, he immediately thought of how to get revenge on them.
Because he had been bullying others too much lately, the teachers were protecting the students both openly and covertly. He knew that if he went looking for trouble with Sawada Tsunayoshi for no reason, the other would only receive a lukewarm verbal reprimand and nothing more.
Therefore, the best way to get revenge was to make him make a mistake himself.
This exam is a great opportunity.
"You, go find the guy who prints the exam papers and tell him to give the answers to me," Koji Yamadani commanded casually, pointing at someone.
"Ah, this, is this really okay? These things are private, aren't they?" the subordinate pointed at stammered. He was just an ordinary student, merely relying on Koji Yamadani's influence to make his life a bit easier at school.
Going directly to the teacher to ask for the answers, he really wasn't cut out for this.
Another subordinate cursed, "Idiot, what our boss says can't be false. If he tells you to go, then go. With the boss's skills, it would be easy for him."
The lackey apologized in a panic, after a while, he indeed brought back a piece of paper with the answers written on it.
Koji Yamadani nodded in satisfaction, leaning in to whisper something into the big dog's ear.
The big sycophant patted his chest after listening: "Boss, rest assured, I guarantee I'll handle this matter properly."
Koji Yamadani smiled with satisfaction.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, I want to see how you'll manage to survive in this school with the reputation of a thief and a plagiarist on your back, how those old men will protect you.
The day before the exam, the teacher brought a few people to the classroom to set up the venue, all the students had gone out.
A suspicious person walked to a corner, glanced at the table with the name Sawada Tsunayoshi written on it, gave a sinister smile, tossed something inside.
Alright, once everyone is finished, I'm locking the door!
Alright, I'm finished on my end.
I'm finished on my end too.
The suspicious man raised his voice: "I'm finished on my end too."
With a click, the door was locked, waiting for the next day to begin.
The next day, Sawada Tsunayoshi was woken up early by Furuya Rei, who then presented him with the most concise summary of the key points.
“Look, take a few more looks.”
At this moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't even dare to breathe; this was his awe for the intelligent and his respect for the tutor.
He could only scan through these materials over and over again; he remembered some, but failed to remember others.
Soon, the exam time arrived, they were dispersed into different classrooms. Surrounded by unfamiliar classmates, Sawada Tsunayoshi's anxiety grew even heavier.
Every breath was an ordeal. Seeing the teacher bring in the exam papers made his heart pound uncontrollably, his palms grew sweaty, his stomach churned.
Oh no, I'm too nervous!
As the question papers were handed out one by one, he quickly scanned them upon receiving them. Many of the contents were familiar—knowledge that had been repeatedly instilled in him over the past few days—and his tension eased a little.
But he still didn't dare to relax too much; he treated every question with seriousness, being cautious and careful, thinking twice before acting.
The teacher stood by his side for a while; Sawada Tsunayoshi carefully wrote down an answer, after the teacher gave a soft hum of acknowledgement, he left.
Wait, wait! You're coming back? What does this mean? Is it right or wrong!
After finally enduring until it was almost time to hand in the papers, a student raised their hand, the teacher walked over to ask what was wrong.
Teacher, I want to report someone for cheating.
Everyone perked up at this, the teacher's expression turned serious: "Who is it?"
That person pointed directly toward the direction where Sawada Tsunayoshi was located, pointing at him without error: "It's that person; I saw him take out the cheat sheet clearly."