Dark Light Chaser

Dark Light Chaser Chapter 237

2022-03-09

Chapter 237 The Way Out

Jin Ping'an was stunned.

Are you the devil? !

Jin Ping'an's mood at this time is like a high fever of 40 ℃, and he finally asked for leave to go home to rest.

The result was the same as the students who were fed two antipyretics by their parents and sent back to school.

Are you still a person?

Jin Ping'an is really the bastard checking out this time, and he can't hold back.

A sullen breath swirled in his throat, unable to swallow.

"You don't know how bad my grades are. Except for Chinese, I have failed a few times in junior high school!"

Jin Ping'an fell heavily Put down the drawing board: "If you bring a mathematics book from junior high school, I may not be able to understand it, let alone high school!"

After hearing nodded, Tian Hao said sincerely: "It is Because you can't keep up with your grades in junior high school, you have to take good care of the resources of the experimental middle school, so that your grades will have the hope of improving."

Jin Ping'an coldly snorted: "I can't keep up with my grades, and I'm still It’s not because I’m in the criminal police force every day to investigate cases.

Without weekends, I take four days off a week.

It’s not enough to go to school for a week after a month, so I can keep up with it There's only a ghost!"

I think with your IQ and the teaching level of that junior high school, even if you are in a normal class, your grades may not be much better...

Tian Hao murmured in his heart, but he seized the opportunity: "Didn't you understand your abilities at that time?

You can rest assured that high school will never ask you to take leave every day, take good care of it. If you have the opportunity to study hard, ask the teacher more if you don't understand."

Tian Hao perfectly grasped the loopholes in his words, making Jin Ping's argument unarguable.

Jin Ping'an's face was as ugly as if he grabbed the last bucket of instant noodles in the canteen, and when he opened it, he found that there was no oil bag or fork.

His mouth was like a constipated bowel, unable to utter a single rebuttal.

After all, he said it himself.

Jin Ping'an's original intention was to complain to Tian Hao about how much he paid for the police force, and I shed blood for the police force, so you can't treat me like this.

But who is Tian Hao?

A cunning and devious adult.

He completely avoided talking about his dedication to Jin Ping'an, but instead looked for a quiet place to talk about the problem from another angle.

It's like when you tell the boss about safety, he tells you about efficiency;

When you tell him about efficiency, he tells you about quality;

Finally, when the work is done, you propose a salary increase.

He began to tell you about the company's market prospects and future prospects. In short, suffering is a blessing, and the future is promising.

Mixing water is a must-have skill for every adult.

Tian Hao is no exception.

Jin Ping'an is a young man, although he has more experience than his peers, but he is not rich enough to make up for the gap of more than 20 years of experience between the two.

Some things are simply incomprehensible below a certain age.

Like a child in the city who can't understand why someone still lives on rainwater.

I have never been out of the mountains in my life, and I can't understand what a department store looks like.

Jin Ping'an, who couldn't say anything about Tian Hao, sat in the car, holding the drawing board and sulking silently.

When I got out of the car, I slammed the door fiercely and walked straight into the school without looking back.

Entering the school gate, Jin Ping'an moved straight towards the dormitory building.

At this moment, his stomach made a gu lu lu sound.

It just so happened that it was the end of the school day, and the sulking Jin Ping An didn't think much of it, and subconsciously followed the crowd to the cafeteria to line up.

After about five minutes of waiting, it was finally his turn.

“What would you like to eat, classmate?”

Aunt, who was making dinner, asked.

The sudden voice made Jin Ping'an temporarily come back to his senses from his resentment.

He was just about to order a set meal with two meat and one vegetarian meal, but suddenly remembered that he couldn't eat yet.

Looking at the fragrant fish-flavored shredded pork, Red Braised Pork, Kung Pao Chicken...

Jin Ping An couldn't help but swallowed saliva and said.

But in the end, he gained the upper hand rationally: "No, thank you."

After he finished speaking, he left the window and gave up his seat.

The classmates behind Jin Ping'an all looked at him with strange eyes.

I'm afraid this person is not stupid, right? Come over to line up for a long time, and it's your turn to turn around and leave? What kind of performance art is this?

Jin Ping'an faced the strange eyes of others, resisted the thought of 'it's okay to eat less', and left the team with stiff steps.

From the cafeteria to the dormitory, it was a short distance of several hundred meters, and each step was difficult.

People always find excuses to indulge themselves.

For example, go to sleep after playing this game, and then follow up if you don't win, and reward yourself with a game if you win.

Even if Jin Ping'an asked Aunt, who beat the rice, to beat him a little less, it wouldn't be much less.

It's a rationale to ask her to make more meat, it won't go anywhere.

Rely on your own will, endure only two bites and not eat?

Jin Ping'an still has a lot of control over his self-control.

He hadn't eaten dinner for a week.

Eating and eating, it is estimated that there will be thoughts such as 'eat this meal anyway, forget it after eating' 'wasting food is not good' and other thoughts to excuse myself.

People are compromising step by step, making constant concessions, and then making bigger concessions, and finally breaking through the bottom line.

So he simply stopped eating.

It's good to eat for a while, but it's time for a stomachache in the middle of the night.

Cardia tear and esophagus mucosa rupture, stomach acid surging as soon as it starts to digest food.

The feeling of cold pain, cold pain, is like having an ice skating blade slashing inside your body, not to mention how sour it is.

Guaranteed to hurt you DC jerk.

Jin Ping'an swiped the door and lock with his student card and walked to the desk.

Then, from the shelf under the desk, take down a small box.

When I opened it, it was full of vacuum-packed rice cereal.

Here are his rations for the week.

Jin Ping'an will have to eat liquid food for at least another week before he can barely return to his normal diet.

And for a month after recovery, I can only eat half full at each meal.

Let's talk about a disease, a torn cardia is not a serious disease, it is simply uncomfortable.

After all, fighting against physical desires is often a very difficult thing.

Otherwise, why are there some punishments that will make you starve for two or three days at every turn?

Jin Ping'an struggled to pick up a bag of rice cereal, his face was very ugly: "How come there is no Red Braised Pork flavored rice cereal, all the same flavor, so you won't be afraid of others drinking it..."

"Ping'an, you are back so soon."

Jin Ping'an turned around and saw Cheng Lejia carrying a paper bag of buns.

Judging from the size of the paper bags, there should be few.

"You still eat steamed buns today?"

Jin Ping'an stared at the paper bag and did not answer the question.

After all, Cheng Lejia knew Jin Ping'an since childhood, and at a glance, she could see that her good friend was not in a good mood.

He put down the paper bag and said, "Let me guess, did Uncle Tian send you here? He also asked you to study hard for the past two years and try not to interfere in the affairs of the police force?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Jin Ping'an turned his face away.

But he still didn't answer the question directly.

"Although my next words are like a sermon, I still want to say, Uncle Tian is also for your own good."

Cheng Lejia put two layers on the right hand once Sexual gloves, then took a meat bun from the paper bag and took a bite: "The police team needs your ability very much, but you can't hang yourself from a tree, right?"

"Don't If you tell me one more skill and one more way out, will the criminal police team fail?"

Jin Ping'an turned his head and looked towards Cheng Lejia, finally willing to talk about the business.

“Although you have special ability, but ability is only one aspect of the problem, you also need to have a diploma from the past.

With your current grades, take a third-class test Public universities are all problems"

Cheng Lejia began to analyze Jin Ping'an's future: "Ping An, you are still young, but Uncle Tian and the others don't know how many years they can work, they will always retire before you.

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No one knows what kind of people will come to the Criminal Police Team next. Can you guarantee that those people will be as honest as Uncle Tian and the others?

Even if others can see it In the face of the old leader, you are asked to stay in the criminal police team, can you stay?

Most of the people who are criminal police officers are not too young, and some people can't bear it. He doesn't even have a college degree, he's about the same age as himself, or even younger than himself, it's something like his Old Senior."

Listening to Cheng Lejia's analysis, Jin Ping'an's face slowly became disdainful. dissipate.

He bit his lip and said stubbornly: "The criminal police team is a place to do things based on ability, not a place to look at people's feelings."

"But the management unit is ultimately a human being. It's not a machine, where there are people, there will be human feelings, and human feelings are an inseparable part of this society."

Cheng Lejia gave an example to point out the problem: "In Hu Yingshao's case, the obstruction you received is still Are you less?"

Jin Ping'an stopped talking.

"For example, our grades are not enough to enter the key classes, but why do we still enter?

Because the school owes my family a favor during the construction, and there are Many facilities are maintained by the company.

Compared with my efforts, the small requirement of entering the key class is not worth mentioning at all.”

Cheng Lejia swallowed the buns He continued: "The same is true of the criminal police team. They have lived for so many years, and they will owe some favors more or less.

Wang Youcai and Hu Yingshao donate money to the public security organs and provide regular channels every year to help the public.

The unit will upgrade the facilities.

For things like drunk driving, the traffic police will not even leave a record.”

This example can be said to be sharp, and Jin Ping’an is speechless. .

As a consultant of the Criminal Police Force for more than two years, he still understands some of these things.

The allocation for equipment is abundant, but when it comes to the construction of the working environment, the approval will be much stricter.

This is where external donations come in.

It is strictly forbidden to give money directly.

I can't stand people's ideas.

As a simple example, for a bidding project of 2,000,000 Dingtian, people directly bid 10,000,000. Even if everything is carried out according to the original deluxe version, there can still be several million more.

You said that the extra money...

For another example, you said that financial support could not be provided?

Then I donate some daily necessities, such as water purifiers, fitness equipment, office computers, etc., is it okay?

It is even more normal to quietly send some small gifts at the dinner party after the bidding is over.

After coming and going, this kind of favor is also owed.

To tell a joke, a senior supervisor inspects the project and pinches the thickness of the envelope to know whether the project is up to standard.

Some things are just not on the surface, whether they exist or not, it just depends on whether you dare or not.

There is also the gray income aspect.

Let's not say anything else, with a death salary of several thousand yuan on the surface, it's barely a big problem to live alone.

It can involve a family's expenses, which is far from enough.

Therefore, almost everyone in the police force has gray income, but it is not the kind that seriously violates discipline and law.

As for the specific ones, I will not list them one after another.

Cheng Lejia was worried about Jin Ping'an and resisted the unwritten rules of the adult world, giving another mild example.

"Peace, you see I'm the monitor right now, if the teacher asked me to make a surprise inspection of the dormitory, the garbage in some dorms was not taken out.

They were criticized for not being in the class meeting. , I will definitely ask me to record the hygiene of the dormitory as good, and then after the inspection is over, I will go to dispose of the garbage."

Cheng Lejia knocked on the table: "Look, this is a relationship between people."

Cheng Lejia is very talented as a teacher.

Because he can always tell one thing in an easy-to-understand way.

Let you understand what it means.

"Your achievements are indelible, but you are still too naive in terms of human relationships.

Not everyone can be like Lao Tian and the others, regardless of their seniority and age, and just like you. Adult hairless brats live on an equal footing."

Cheng Lejia finished eating the meat bun in his hand, and reached out to take another vegetarian bun with cabbage and radish filling: "Three years in junior high school, you have no friends except me. Right?

Since Uncle Tian asked you to focus on your studies, why don't you go to the criminal police force for a while now, and try to be an ordinary high school student.

If we are still in college If you want to be together, you have to learn something now, at least you have to reach a passing level in every subject, otherwise my relationship will really not work well."

Jin Ping'an was silent.

After a while, he didn't say anything about the criminal police team.

Instead, he asked Cheng Lejia, "In the eyes of others, do I count as studying with Crown Prince?"

Cheng Lejia swallowed the buns in two or three mouthfuls and stared straight at him. Jin Ping'an: "Don't you know very well?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and suddenly both laughed.

"Come on, what's the relationship between us, those people who want to gossip, let them gossip, just envy you."

Cheng Lejia waved his hand: "Tonight in the class Will you come for the last night's self-study?"

Jin Ping'an sighed, lying on his back on the bed: "If you don't go, don't go, and there is no teacher to start the class, why go to the classroom."

"But I'm asking for a name tonight."

Cheng Lejia reminded.

"What are you afraid of? I'm taking leave anyway. Besides, you don't know what my grades are. You will definitely report to the office in the future. It's not bad for this time."

Jin Ping'an knows that he has a lot of problems, just like people who owe billions and don't mind owed two or three thousand more.

As the saying goes, if you have more lice, you don't have to itch, and if you have more debt, you don't have to worry about it.

I went straight to a shitty pendulum.

Looking at Jin Ping'an, who had turned his back to himself, a dead pig not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

Cheng Lejia was very helpless: "Well, I'll go to the classroom alone.

By the way, the self-study teacher will come to check the dormitory next night. If it gets dirty, if you go out, remember to change your slippers when you come back..."

Jin Ping An covered his head with a pillow, and said in a low, muffled voice: "Okay, why are you like a chicken bitch? Yes, keep babbling, hurry to the classroom!"

Cheng Lejia reluctantly stuffed the paper bag with the buns into the plastic bag.

Before leaving, he briefly checked to see if there was any rubbish left.

After confirming that it was correct, Cheng Lejia gently closed the door and left the dormitory, leaving only Jin Ping'an alone.

(end of this chapter)