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"As an undercover agent, the sacrifice is huge. It's beyond ordinary people's imagination. But the anti-narcotics criminal police, which one has never performed an undercover mission. The difference is only a short-term temporary, and a long-term dormancy."

Tang Qing was very silent, but Ma Dong seemed to be opening a dusty chatterbox in his heart.

"This kid, Erfen Bureau wants to be a baby. You have to understand."

"Uncle Ma." Tang Qing choked up.

"Qingqing, your father is my old leader. Uncle, I watched you grow up, how can I harm you?" Ma Dong also changed his address: "Actually, this special training will not save the results of Huang Xiaomao. Do you understand? Her grades will not be included in the total score of any item. I shouldn't tell you about this, but after you know it, you can decide for yourself. "

"Uncle Ma, I..." Tang Qing was very surprised after hearing this.

"Qingqing, sometimes you are too victorious...don't be too harsh on your subordinates. The police say it's cooperation and a collective! Listen to what the rumors say, saying that you beat the people from the second branch to death." Ma Dong speak.

"Uncle Ma, such nonsense, how is it possible?" Tang Qing laughed angrily because of his last sentence.

"It's one thing to talk nonsense, and this at least shows everyone's attitude, right?" Ma Dong analyzed.

Tang Qing was speechless.

"Qingqing, you're a good kid. I called you for nothing for 15 minutes, and I didn't even complain about you to the outside world, did I? They, Director Zheng, only heard the gossip from the third bureau during the meeting. That's how I knew. Yes!" Ma Dong patted his clothes with a smile, and stood up: "Okay, I also admit that this soldier is not easy to lead, why, the commander can't recover from this setback?"

Tang Qing got up to see Ma Dong off.

"Okay, okay, you are busy with your work." Ma Dong declined, his voice became farther away, and the two of them probably walked to the door.

"Director Ma, after the special training is over, what is the arrangement for Kitten Huang?" Tang Qing asked.

"The patrol may have to be withdrawn for a while. Director Zheng means that it is more appropriate to transfer to a civilian position." After Ma Dong finished speaking, he left in the pattering rain.

If it weren't for this rain, I might have been crying like a fool under the window sill.

With the rain, the tears will not be salty, and the tears will not be bitter.

"Who?"

"Who is where?!"

In the corridor, the night watchman suddenly flashed a dazzling flashlight.

I shrugged, swished along the bushes at the root of the wall like a small animal, and rushed out from the other side of the building in one breath.

"oops!"

Hit a person directly.

Familiar male voice: "Why run?! No running is allowed in the teaching building!"

"Yellow kitten! Why is it you again?!" Cao Yuanlong cursed.

"Cao, Instructor Cao..." I touched my aching arm and stepped back a few steps.

"Come here!" Cao Yuanlong frowned while straightening the crooked lunch box in his hand.

"What did you do to you? Did you fall into the swimming pool?" Instructor Cao's eyes were sharp, and he watched me dripping water all over my body, and I fell into a human-shaped waterfall.

I took one step forward and two steps back.

"Hmph! What are you doing, are you afraid of me?" Cao Yuanlong raised the corner of his mouth and breathed out through his nostrils.

I entered the state of being beaten to death and not speaking.

Cao Yuanlong turned his head to look at the location and route where I appeared, shook his head and said with a sneer, "Don't think that I don't want to see you because of Chief Instructor Tang."

"I don't like you because you challenge authority." Cao Yuanlong stared blankly.

I looked at him in surprise, I didn't expect Cao Yuanlong to be so direct.

"We are the police, and you will soon understand that especially in major cases, one person's power is extremely small." When Cao Yuanlong spoke, he inadvertently turned his face to the other side.Under the pale and dim fluorescent lamp, a hideous gray-white scar appeared impressively, crawling into his back from the side of his left neck like a long insect.

I instinctively frowned slightly, he had already turned around.

"But maybe, you'll never understand." He sneered.

"I will apologize to Instructor Tang!...I, I will also apologize to Instructor Cao."

"Hmph! What are you apologizing for? Do you think I care about those broken ceilings?..." Cao Yuanlong didn't even look at me.

Me: Hey, it turns out that Instructor Cao is an arrogant man.

"However, you should go and apologize to Instructor Tang." Cao Yuanlong said to himself: "Fuck, there is such a martial arts competition?...Hold on, why didn't I think of it back then?..."

Me: Instructor Cao, I was wrong, you are just a beast in clothes.

"What are you talking about?" Tang Qing suddenly appeared behind Cao Yuanlong.

She still had long black hair, and her tight T-shirt set off her plump breasts very eye-catching.

The bastard words "It's nice to hug" suddenly echoed in my ears, and my face was slightly hot.

Although they are both girls, both of them are adults and they are not familiar with each other at all.Before, I sucked on people like a shameless big leech. I had extremely close physical contact. After I calmed down, I was so embarrassed that I died.

However, instructor Tang, it's soft, bouncy, and feels good, it's true, I can guarantee it with my life.

Cao Yuanlong was shocked when he heard the sound, he didn't dare to turn his head, and stared straight at me.

Tang Qing was startled when she saw it was me.

"Oh! Hehehehe..." I rubbed the back of my head and laughed dumbly: "Instructor Cao punished me to run, and I just finished running."

"Ahem!" Cao Yuanlong pretended, "I don't think the punishment is enough... I'm here first today. Hey? Instructor Tang, what's the matter?"

Tang Qing looked around and said, "It's nothing. Just now the duty officer reported that he seemed to see someone in the grass and ran away. I'll come and have a look."

Cao Yuanlong pursed his lips and squinted at me: "Isn't it wrong? In the wilderness, in the middle of the night, who has nothing to do to feed mosquitoes in the grass? I think it's either a weasel or a wild cat."

He pronounced the word "cat" very heavily, and my heart beat like a drum.

"Okay, I'm leaving first, I haven't eaten yet!" Cao Yuanlong greeted Tang Qing, and walked away without paying any attention to me.

In the silent corridor, only Tang Qing and I were left.

The situation was very embarrassing for a while.

The appearance of Tang Qing filled my mind with the previous conversation between her and Ma Dong.

Chaotic and complex.

I wanted to speak, and swallowed again.

As a useless person whose grades will not be archived, I doubt whether my words, or even me, have any meaning to the proud instructor Tang.

Finally, he lowered his head and stared at other places from the corners of his eyes.

The sound of the rain seems to have stopped. Could it be that the crickets in the grass are also sleepy?There is an urgent need for some voice to fill the long gap.

"Go change your clothes." Tang Qing said.

I heard that, as if a great sin had been forgiven, I turned around and ran back.

Running deeper and deeper toward the end of the corridor, I stopped abruptly, turned around and ran back.

Tang Qing was still standing there.

I came up to her, bowed to her, stood up straight, and saluted.

Then, ran away again.

"Yellow kitten! I will keep an eye on you!—" Tang Qing's voice came from behind me, amplified along the corridor, and I could hear a hint of cheerfulness.

I couldn't help smiling, and in a place where she couldn't see, I accelerated and ran wildly, jumped out of the corridor like a jump, and rushed to the dormitory like this.

My experience in the dormitory was quite miserable.

No one cares about me.

No one cares, just go to bed early.

The work and rest time is to get up at six o'clock and turn off the lights at nine o'clock.

[-]:[-] to [-]:[-], lunch, lunch break.

A lot of exercise every day, in fact, should take a nap in the afternoon.

But during my lunch break, I either run, or go to the shooting range, disassemble and assemble firearms, or shoot live ammunition.

When others say you can’t do it, you feel that you really can’t do it, so you give up on yourself. What’s the difference between this and when someone tells you to die, you die?

I don't believe in this evil, I can't do it myself.

In fact, I am very resistant to any kind of physical activity that makes my fingers stiff, such as playing basketball, holding a gun for a long time, or shooting a target with live ammunition.

Painters require flexible and soft fingers.

In high school, I loved playing basketball. I was selected for the school team, participated in the district game, and won the title of best point guard.

Playing basketball hurts your hand.

One night, sitting at the drawing table, I realized that I would not and did not want to be a professional basketball player, so I gave up decisively and never touched the ball again.

These hands will only hold the paintbrush from now on.

At that moment, it was such a passionate announcement to myself.

However, playing basketball used to be a personal hobby, but now practicing guns is the most basic professional need.Of course, there is indeed some kind of personal honor and dignity in it.

Every time the trigger is pulled, the recoil hurts.Holding a gun for half an hour, live ammunition for half an hour, tossing a round, after the game, his hands couldn't stop shaking.

It doesn't matter if you say I have a good face, or you say I am a glutton, anyway, I am not convinced.

Besides, whether I can make a name for myself on the road of painting in the future has long been unknown, and it is more and more existing in the elusive future.Sometimes I even think, let’s forget about the handicap, and one thing is missing.This probably became one of the reasons for insisting on practicing guns at the same time.

Does it count as using one kind of self-destruction to destroy another kind of self-destruction?Life is so ironic.

Anyway, I don't like shooting guns, but there's nothing I can do about it.That's it.

August, scorching heat.At noon, the dogs do not go out.

I almost suffered from heatstroke several times, but later learned to be good, and put a basin of clean water on the side of the track, at the starting point.Run with a wet towel on your head, soak the towel in the washbasin every time you run, wring it out, and then absorb the water.At the end of every long-distance run, a layer of white salt grains formed on the back of the clothes near the neck.

I really worked hard, but that's it, my physical performance is still not ideal, and my shooting performance is barely.This hit me badly, and I was full of worries every day, and it was even more difficult to improve my relationship with other practitioners.

At the same time, the training subjects were gradually upgraded, sometimes marching ten kilometers a day with heavy loads for three days in a row, and the physical exertion was huge.

Fortunately, law, police law enforcement skills, criminology, criminal investigation, police management... and many other police courses, I can still handle it, otherwise what is the difference between a living person and a police dog? !Uh... I'm probably not as good as a police dog, and a police dog has a keen sense of smell... My God.

Think carefully.

As a police cat, I bow my head in shame.

The top ten useless people in the police world, this title, won.

In the blink of an eye, three weeks have passed, and I feel that life is becoming more and more like a year, and life is involuntary.

It is said that there is hope in the deepest despair.

Here comes my hope.

During the special training period, each person has a total of one and a half days of personal leave, and they are allowed to go out.

Of course, I'm going to find Cheng Luxue.

I used the landline in the reception room to make several calls to her mobile phone, but no one answered the "beep beep".

Sure enough, the timing of the call is not good!

Cheng Luxue is actually very busy, while taking care of the flower shop, and at the same time, the company left by Mr. Hua must be complicated at this time, and urgently needs manpower to decide and take care of it.

When I handed in my mobile phone, I kept her mobile phone number firmly in my heart, went to the dormitory, hurriedly touched a pencil, and secretly wrote it on the bed board.From now on, after turning off the lights every night, with the light from the window, I quietly lift up the pillow and sheet, and take a few glances without anyone noticing.Though learned by heart, it became a habit, a bedtime ritual.

The small numbers engraved on the wooden bed with rough pencil ends turned into the only spiritual connection between me and Cheng Luxue.

One-way, cordial.

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