"How—how did you know his last name is Natsume?"
Yoshimura Yu had beads of sweat on his forehead. As he asked, he couldn't help but glance nervously at Instructor Shirota, hoping the latter would stop Minamoto Tamako from spouting nonsense.
He had always been the top performer in the class, with the highest GPA, and this graduation exam should have been his personal showcase... Rather, he firmly believed that being a cop was a man's profession, and female police officers were just decorative ornaments.
Someone as small as Minamoto Tamako should console victims, serve tea to superiors, do some trivial chores, and eventually find a reliable man to marry. Women should act like women; this was a man's battlefield. What place did a chatterbox have here?
