Files

"What, what," Matsuda Jinpei pretended not to hear without a change of color, "I'm in charge of cleaning the engine room, and guess what's next to it?"

Ichijō Mirai is less interested, gauging his body's hunger level and continuing to replenish his food, only glancing over to him to signal: "Well, I'm listening, go ahead.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

As expected, this guy is well versed in provocative skills, usually it's okay to pull the hate value when he's being mean, it's even better to pull the hate value when he's lending a helping hand, but how is it that a single look without saying a word can easily pull the hate value and make the blood pressure of the same period shoot up a little bit?

"What are you looking at? Tsk, you're wearing new shoes. It's evening now," He adjusted his posture and leaned against the door frame with his eyes half closed. "You're not shy about wearing new shoes in the evening."

Then he suddenly realized, "Oh, wait, there is a legend that 'wearing new shoes in the evening will turn you into a fox', it is a fox, of course you won't be superstitious about it,"

[Boring classmates posting boring pictures in a boring group with boring meanings.jpg]

Matsuda Jinpei laughed very hard, and immediately said business as if nothing had happened, pretending that he hadn't just cursed his classmates, "The archive room!"

"Next to the computer room is the archive room."

"I've heard that it contains all the students' files since the school was founded, clearly recording a student's record of violations and awards, as well as the instructor's comments."

He licked his dentures, mimicking Ichijō Mirai's polite smile with some impish teeth, "I've heard that many of the instructors are graduates of this school, so wouldn't the archives contain some of the pretentious instructors'..."

A record of shame.

Morofushi Hiromitsu, who was about to close the door to the dormitory when Matsuda Jinpei mentioned the archive room, paused, narrowed his expression, watched Ichijō Mirai's reaction with his afterglow, and repeated, "'There are records of all the students who have attended the school since its founding'?"

And would there be a record of 'Officer Ichijō'?

He realized that Ichijō Mirai had only paused for a moment, glanced over to show that he'd heard, and then began to replenish his food with no sign of concern.

Matsuda Jinpei was a bit suspicious, "Why are you two always eyeballing each other?"

"Morofushi-san, since we entered the dormitory, you've looked at Mirai-san three times while I'm talking," He held up a finger and clapped his hands, "You're not thinking the same thing as me, are you?"

"Our files~"

Morofushi Hiromitsu understood, "You want to see your own files."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded in acknowledgement, "It stands to reason that our files would be in the file room as well, and with all that's happened, odds are the instructors would have added stage comments to them, right?"

He thought for a moment, then added, "But this guy doesn't need to read it, it's going to be some blush-inducing compliments."

Hypertension being what it is, Matsuda Jinpei is more than satisfied with Ichijō Mirai's 'sunny Savior'.

Ichijō Mirai: "."

He had already eaten half of the food in his lunch box, finished his meal, reached out to close the lunch box, and summarized Matsuda Jinpei's point: "Will the instructors give me all five-star reviews?"

Not necessarily, not really.

While the people involved weren't sure, Matsuda Jinpei was sure, "Yes," he said.

He even asks, rightfully so, "What else?"

He was confused. "Did you offend one of the instructors again? Not right ah, yesterday after coming back, a few individual still targeting the new students of the instructor has changed their mouths, today several other class assembly, those people are not suddenly sour sarcastic a few words you, even if you have a problem with you, will not write on the file, right?"

"Besides, they're not the instructors in charge of us, so they won't necessarily write it down on their files. Instructor Onidzuka likes you so much, he'll definitely praise you."

Really?

Evaluations are for the living, and Ichijō Mirai rarely receives a bad one-star review from a living person, and likewise, rarely receives a five-star review from a living person.

If it was a five-star review from a non-Inuyasha friend, it was even rarer. 

He began to think hard about remembering whether he had threatened Onidzuka Hachizo with a super five-star review.

Then he realized that he had the foresight to do so, and had indeed threatened to take away his dear instructor's right to a review, but that was 'Hachijō Mirai's' business...

Ichijō Mirai thought about it, "Are the files well kept, and can the police department access them?"

Can someone in the organization see it? Wouldn't that be a shame!

Matsuda Jinpei wasn't sure: "Is it tight?"

Ichijō Mirai translates: "It's so lax that any dog or cat could break in and mock the player.

"There was a separate area over there, and you had to swipe your ID card to get in," Matsuda Jinpei recalled, "but I was punished for cleaning and got a temporary ID card."

"Some of the files were not only physical but also backed up on computers," he explains, "so the computer room was part of that area."

"The hardest part is getting into that area, and whether you go to the computer room or to the file room, it's..."

He whistled, "There's no surveillance."

Neon-specific no surveillance.

What does that have to do with "tight"? It's the other way around!

Ichijō Mirai immediately stood up, "I'll help you clean up, let's go."

"Who else is going?"

Matsuda Jinpei: "?"

He'd just taken a few bites of his meal, before dinner had even officially started, and reacted, "That Furuya guy,"

"Now, now?"

"I thought you weren't interested..."

Morofushi Hiromitsu opened the door and sighed helplessly, "I'll go help too."

The guard force of the archive room can be summed up in one number: zero.

The police academy doesn't have a separate building for the teacher's office, and all the buildings are almost exclusively classrooms of various sorts, where both teachers and students can enter and exit without hindrance.

The file room is a separate floor, on the top floor, without any guards, only in the stairwell stops like a dormitory access control card scanning recognition device, after scanning the card, looks like a solid door will slowly open, maintained for about five or six seconds, will slowly close.

Five or six seconds is enough time for a few hundred rats to leap in.

Ichijō Mirai frowned as he walked up the stairs and smelled a strong odor.

It was the smell of books and paper that had fermented over time, as well as the smell of dust, all mixed together, not quite a stench, but a frown.

The computer room was in the first classroom in the corridor, with a desk inside the door, and a register on the desk, registering the classes that had come to class, but the latest use had been three or four months ago, and was a record of the use of the last police cadet.

The second room is the archive room, which also has registers for access to and retrieval of materials, and two records at the bottom with very familiar names.

[Access to the records of the entire [Onidzuka class].]

[Accessing the files of five police cadets from [Onidzuka class]: 'Matsuda Jinpei', 'Kenji Hagiwara', 'Morofushi Hiromitsu'...]