police!don't run!

This man named Qianshan Wanshui, who was suspected to be the author of Lord Qian, completely subverted Shen Jun's three views with a small yellow essay of tens of thousands of words.

It really echoes the old saying that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

What is it called Qianshan Wanshui, just call it Loess Gaopo, full of yellow waste, nine out of ten chapters are driving a car far away from the road of prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony.

As a young man with healthy body and mind and strong firepower, Shen Jun felt really empty, lonely and cold when he watched Xiao Huangwen at night, and he felt as aggrieved as he wanted.

Originally, Shen Jun had been working in the police station for so long, and he had seen the world. Many prohibited audio-visual contents were very large-scale. He felt awkward watching them at first, but now he has been able to conduct business indifferently throughout the whole process of cultivation, as if in a movie. The two actors in the movie just digest food after meals, keep fit, and exercise frequently.

It's just that this time I don't know if it's because I have someone in my heart, or the author's description of the appearance of one of the male protagonists really resembles Jian Zhou.

The more I read it, the more I feel guilty, no, the more I read it, the more I feel guilty. After all, the kid is only 17 years old, and Shen Jun felt that he was a bit of a beast. After seeing it, he hurriedly quit the novel website.

Yin Qian, who was at home swiping her mobile phone and telling readers the pain of being reversed CP, saw a new message pop up on the website APP without warning—you have logged out on the computer.

Yin Qian was so frightened that she almost fell off her chair, and with the last bit of luck, she sent Shen Jun a wechat message to test: Did the mine sweeping go well tonight?

Within a moment, I received a reply from Shen Jun: I have no intention of sweeping mines, just want to sweep pornography.

Yin Qian typed with trembling hands: Brother Shen, I was wrong, I was really wrong!Please let me live!

Shen Jun looked at the phone for a moment, and didn't understand why Master Qian was so excited. Although the fact that she wrote a little yellow text with such a manly appearance was a bit disrespectful, but the scale was acceptable, and many of them were stream of consciousness, which was not considered at all. As for the anti-pornography and anti-illegal activities, it's no big deal if the director finds out, not to mention that Shen Jun can't possibly betray her.

However, the messages of apology came one after another, making Shen Jun very confused.

Shen Jun had no choice but to comfort him: Calm down, you know me right now.

Yin Qian paused with her trembling hands, and realized later that she used a fake name in all the articles. Shen Jun probably didn't realize that the article was about him and his little lover, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yin Qian: Good brother, hug your fists!

This small disturbance in the night shift was quickly squeezed into the corner by the headache and brain fever brought by the fever. Shen Jun didn't want to work sick and strive to be a model worker, so he asked for a few days off, just curled up in bed at home to watch the Jianzhou finals.

Jian Zhou has participated in many taekwondo competitions since he was a child, but in fact he himself does not have much desire to win or lose. He even played competitions at the beginning because his family was poor and wanted to earn some bonuses to subsidize his family.

Later, when his mother found her home and her life was on the right track, Jian Zhou didn't care about winning or losing. He never studied the opponent's weaknesses in advance. who.

But this time, Jian Zhou knew it before he took the stage, because the opponent took the initiative to provoke him.

The other party smiled flamboyantly, "Jian Zhou, we meet again."

"Again?" Jian Zhou didn't have much impression of the person in front of him, but the little glasses had a good memory, and reminded, "Brother Xiao Zhou, the red-haired one who came to the gymnasium to challenge you last time!"

Jian Zhou had a little impression of the one in COS Red Boy, but he didn't expect Red Boy to dye his iconic red hair back to black, so that his arrogance became smaller, and he didn't recognize it for a while.

Jian Zhou remembered what he said at that time, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you not participate in the competition?"

Hong Hai'er's smile gradually changed from publicity to embarrassment, "I have my own method."

"Is this what you call sportsmanship?" Jian Zhou sneered, feeling ironic, threw the protective gear he was wearing on the chair, looked up at the coach, and said, "I don't want to fight anymore."

The coach's smile froze, "Don't tell bad jokes to Master in cold weather."

Jian Zhou, "Seriously."

The coach also knew about Hong Boy's coming to the gym, but Jian Zhou and him didn't have any quarrel at the time, so he wouldn't give up the match if he saw the opponent.

The coach said, "Give me a good reason."

Hong Haier took the opportunity to provoke, "I think I was scared, didn't I escape through the window to hide last time?"

Jian Zhou ignored Hong Boy's provocation and asked, "Do you really want to fight me?"

"Of course." Hong Haier didn't hide it, and admitted generously, "It's cool to fight with a master, you understand."

Jian Zhou, "I don't understand, I don't compare."

The red boy's face was so indescribable.

Li Annan wanted to laugh when he heard it, and couldn't help but say, "Let me translate for you. What my brother means is, since you want to fight him so much, and you've tried your best to go through the back door and make it to the finals. Then he won't satisfy you, he will piss you off, right, bro?"

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Jian Zhou nodded with a straight face.

Li Annan was complacent, "I knew that my brother looks cold, but he's actually quite weak."

"Since this is the case, we have to fight even more." The coach forced the protective gear to Jian Zhou, "You handed over the championship to a person who went through the back door, have you thought about the feelings of other eliminated players? Stop talking nonsense, finish the fight early Son, if you don't win the championship, be careful, I will expose the video of you crying when you were young."

Li Annan opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff a salty duck egg, "Crying? My brother? Is it real or not? I want to see, I want to see!"

Jian Zhou, "It's fake, don't believe it."

To be blunt, under the coercion of the coach, Jian Zhou was defeated by Hei Shi in the end in a very humiliating manner, and angrily walked towards the stage.

When Jian Zhou is unhappy, he always beats people very hard. Although Hong Haier is a strong opponent, he is still a little weaker when facing the big boss who is full of anger, and finally misses the championship trophy.

It's been a long time since I played a hearty game, and Hong Haier was still very happy to lose. After the end, he smiled and shook hands with Jian Zhou, "Your level is just average. Next time, I will definitely win you."

Jian Zhou shook his hand politely, "That will help you improve to a normal level as soon as possible."

The red boy was so angry that he wanted to fight another three hundred rounds!

Amidst the applause and cheers of the audience, Jian Zhou walked off the stage calmly, surrounded by his brothers and sisters from the same gymnasium to celebrate. It was obviously very lively, but there was no Shen Jun who rushed over to give hugs immediately. Jian Zhou actually felt that something was missing, and his heart was empty.

Without waiting for Jian Zhou to think about it, Jian Zhou's father, who was delayed because of a temporary incident, rushed to the scene, squeezed through the crowd to Jian Zhou, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a tone full of pride, "I know My son will definitely win, I have booked the restaurant in advance, let's go to celebrate in a while, I read online that this dessert is very delicious, you must like it."

Then he called out to other children around, "Come on, in order to celebrate my precious son winning the championship, uncle treats you today, come over if you have time!"

The little boys cheered.

Jian Zhou thought it was noisy, so he took his bag and went to the locker room to change. Halfway through the change, his phone vibrated, it was Shen Jun's call.

Curving his lips imperceptibly, Jian Zhou answered the phone, and before he could speak, he heard Shen Jun's gentle voice mixed with a little worry, "Are you hurt?"

Jian Zhou didn't react for a moment.

Shen Jun continued, "I saw that kid kicked you several times, did it hurt, did you hurt?"

"..." Jian Zhou has played so many games, no matter whether he wins or loses, whether he praises or comforts, applauds or applause, he takes it for granted. No one, not even himself, has ever paid attention to whether he was injured or not at the end of the game. this problem.

Shen Jun was the first.

Jian Zhou is not so delicate, the place where he was kicked hurts a lot, but it is not enough to say that he is injured, he will be fine if he hurts for a few days.

Jian Zhou thought that he would habitually say that it was fine, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind. He heard himself say softly, "It hurts a bit."