Detective Prince of the Armed Detective Agency

Akechi Goro's day is ordinary but fulfilling. At six o'clock in the morning, get up, spend an hour taking care of your appearance, and ride your bike to school. If it's your turn to be on duty, get up half an hour earlier. At 7:30 in the morning, as the head of the Discipline Department, I attended the morning meeting of the Student Union, and then returned to the classroom for class. At 12 noon, I go to the student restaurant to eat alone, usually only ordering small portions and low-calorie food. At four o'clock in the afternoon, I finished my work in the student union, said goodbye to the other members of the student union, and reported to the detective agency where I worked part-time. At 4:30 in the afternoon, I went on a mission with my seniors from the detective agency, and took the tram to the mission location with my seniors who couldn't ride alone on the tram. At five o'clock in the afternoon, I checked in with my senior at a well-known dessert shop on the Internet, took photos and photos of the store visit, and watched my senior finish a table of desserts. At six o'clock in the afternoon, I sent my senior back to the detective agency. I judged whether it was too late and reluctantly took a taxi to the TV station. At 6:30 in the afternoon, I barely made it to the filming of the TV show. I appeared as a guest on the interview show and showed a perfect smile to the audience and the camera. At 11 o'clock in the evening, I took the last train home. In order to stay in shape, I ate an apple while editing and uploading the photo copy of the store visit to my Twitter account and sending it regularly. At twelve o'clock in the evening, after taking a shower, I put on a facial mask and used my trumpet to intensively search for myself on social platforms. At one o'clock in the morning, before going to bed, I would curse the bald middle-aged congressman who appeared on the news. Such an ordinary life was broken by the arrival of a kid who had committed a crime and transferred to another school. The black-haired man with hair like a chicken coop, wearing tacky glasses and wearing tasteless clothes, liked to dangle in front of him: "Hello, senior." Wise: Smile. ——Tsk, what an eyesore. Note: cp master instructions Intention:.