police!don't run!

Jian Zhou is very puzzled by Shen Jun's idealism at certain times. It stands to reason that in the field of police, life has a lot of perspectives, and he can understand the cruelty of reality better than ordinary people.

You have to be fed a lot of fake big empty chicken soup to cultivate this little sun's character. Jian Zhou has nothing to say about this, and can only kindly remind him, "Stop reading chicken soup for the soul in the future."

Seeing that he was about to arrive at Li Hailong's office, Shen Jun resolutely blamed him, "Your Brother Long gave it all."

"But you have to admit that sometimes these chicken soups are really easy to use." Shen Jun said, "For many people who are in desperate situations, you can say 'Come on' can become his light, the point is not at all that you said What, but what you are willing to say to him."

Jian Zhou was noncommittal, knocked on the office door, and shouted a report.

Li Hailong was drinking tea with a thermos cup, when he saw the two of them coming, he nodded with satisfaction, "Well, not bad, I was going to catch you in person after the monthly exam in a few days, but I didn't expect that I would come here and make progress. "

"Sit down first, don't be nervous, I have something to discuss with you." Li Hailong took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said, "Our No. 70 Middle School is about to celebrate its [-]th anniversary. The principal wants to make the school celebration more grand. A promotional video will be shot in a few days, and a party may be held later.”

Shen Jun realized, "Do you want Jian Zhou to shoot?"

"The principal called the name. I heard that you won the taekwondo competition a few days ago?" Li Hailong gave Jian Zhou a thumbs up and smiled kindly. Some people in the province made irresponsible remarks."

Li Hailong is a typical calf-protecting person, he can scold his students whatever they want behind closed doors, and if others want to bully him, there is no door.

The vice principal sneezed unexpectedly in the office.

Shen Jun had a half-smile, "Your headmaster is so hot."

Li Hailong patted the table, "What's the heat? You're not only looking for Jian Zhou, you can't run away either. We selected ten students each from current students and previous graduates. We plan to make an inspirational short film, but this must be obtained first. Your consent, after all, is for publicity purposes and will definitely be published on the Internet.”

Shen Jun said 'Oh', "Not only do you want to rub Jian Zhou's popularity, but you also want to rub my handsome face?"

Li Hailong, "You can pull it down."

Unexpectedly, Jian Zhou did not immediately refuse, but asked, "What content?"

"There shouldn't be any complicated plot. I'll send it to you after they decide on the shooting content. You can watch it before making a decision." Li Hailong knew Jian Zhou's temperament, so he wouldn't force him, and focused his main firepower on on Shen Jun, who was thick-skinned enough, "What do you say, kid?"

"It depends on the situation." Of course Jian Zhou shoots him.

"Hey, you guys put it on for me, forget it, we can discuss this matter later, but if you have a party later, you have to come back and sing two songs."

"Let's forget it." Shen Jun glanced at Jian Zhou, and said sadly, "Disturbing the people."

"Why didn't you talk about disturbing the people when you were in the band in high school, and now you know how to be ashamed? It's too late!" Li Hailong was angry, and waved his hand to issue the death order, "This matter is not negotiable. It has harmed the first middle school for three years. At least I will pay back alma mater."

"Okay." Shen Jun no longer shirked, and smiled, "You are not afraid of me continuing to harm you."

It may be because of the deal just reached, Li Hailong released them out of the school for the first time, and did not force Jian Zhou to go to class.

Jian Zhou stepped out of the school, breathed a sigh of relief, and showed an expression that could be called the survivor of a catastrophe.

Shen Jun looked funny, poked Jian Zhou on the cheek, and asked, "Are you so afraid of going to class?"

"Not afraid." Jian Zhou said, "I hate it."

"Then think of something not annoying, it's still early, where do you want to go?"

Shen Jun and Jian Zhou strolled along the road. Before they could think of going out, Shen Jun was called back to the police station to work overtime. It was said that there was a series of traffic accidents on the viaduct.

Jian Zhou, "..." It seems that being a police officer is really a profession that focuses on solitude.

I didn't expect to move to someone else's house and finally have to sleep alone. It's really sad.

After parting with Shen Jun, Jian Zhou went home holding "May [-]" and brushed the Chinese questions all afternoon. He couldn't open his eyes until after twelve o'clock. The quilt nestled in the sofa and waited while playing with the mobile phone, and fell asleep without knowing it.

Maybe because of not sleeping well, Jian Zhou had a bad dream.

Jian Zhou in the dream was still a little girl, five or six years old, with red lips and white teeth, delicate and beautiful face.

Jian Zhou walked into an office with a heavy schoolbag on his back, his eyes were timid, and his soft milk voice hadn't faded, sounding wronged and fragile. There were bruises on his arms, "Teacher, Feng Jian and the others bullied me."

The slender arms were so white that the bruises looked shocking.

His class teacher is a man in his 30s, and his child is about the same age as Jian Zhou. Hearing this, he sighed, rubbed Jian Zhou's head lovingly, and said, "Jian Zhou is good, the teacher will teach them for you tomorrow."

Jian Zhou can’t remember what he said later, but he just remembers that he was very happy when he walked out of the office, because tomorrow is a new day, and his teacher will punish the bad boy who always bullies him, and then he can Come to school with peace of mind, not afraid of being glued to the bottom after sitting down, not afraid of being locked in the cubicle when going to the toilet, and not afraid of occasional inexplicable punches and kicks on the way home.

For the first time, Jian Zhou felt that the way home was so brisk, and he thought it was right that he finally mustered up the courage to ask the teacher for help after hesitating for so long.

Maybe it was too happy, the little yellow hat was forgotten, Jian Zhou hurried back to get it, and just ran to the door of the office when he heard the voices of several class teachers chatting inside.

"That kid just now is so cute, Mr. Wang, is he from your class?" It was a female teacher who spoke, "I'm so envious, I really hope our class has such a cutie."

Then Jian Zhou heard the voice of his homeroom teacher, and he slammed into his heart clearly every word, and then exploded, "What are you envious of, troublesome one, I'm like a little girl all day long, my mother doesn't babble, there are a lot of messes .”

The head teacher's tone was full of impatience, "Why do other children bully him when they play together? They don't think about their own problems, and they come to me to complain. Can I control the children's fights?"

"Mr. Wang, you can't say that." The female teacher didn't agree with it, and said tactfully, "Your child is about the same age as him, so you can't just watch the child being bullied. Children are afraid of the teacher. If you warn those bad boys who bully others tomorrow, they won't dare."

"Come on, now these children are all little ancestors. If I say a few words against them, the parents can sue me to the Education Bureau tomorrow. One thing more is worse than one thing less. Besides, if my son wants to be like him, he will be ashamed a long time ago." I brought it out to meet people, you don't know, that child has a bad mind, and often can't understand what he says..."

Jian Zhou bit his lip, his body trembling uncontrollably, he rushed all the way to the toilet, hid in the cubicle and choked up softly.

He has been bullied for a long time, but no matter how difficult he was, he still held back his energy and was so stubborn that he never shed a tear, but now he couldn't help it.

It turns out that words can hurt more than fists.

Jian Zhou covered his face, weeping hard, but he still took time for himself, he thought, I just cry for another 30 seconds, just cry for 30 seconds, after wiping away the tears, my eyes won’t be swollen, and my mother won’t notice , or you have to worry again.

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