My new colleague is my love

Ye Shanxi woke up and went downstairs after washing up. Xiaomi and Baimei were no longer on the first floor. Their shift change time was at [-]:[-] in the morning. Now the people sitting at the workstations on the first floor were ordinary people without supernatural powers.

Just like the police station has police officers on duty at night, the Special Security Bureau also has people on duty during the day. These people are not the same as people with supernatural powers like Ye Shanxi and the others, and they are called to help.

"Morning, Brother Ye."

"Morning, Teacher Ye."

"Good morning."

Ye Shanxi's popularity in the Special Security Bureau is very good, and he is very popular with everyone, and S101 is a newly drawn dangerous overlapping area. The people in the branch are all young people, and there is not so much estrangement in getting along.

"Morning, everyone." The sub-bureau has a cook who cooks for everyone, three meals a day plus supper, Ye Shanxi said hello to everyone, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

"Uncle Chen, what's for breakfast today?" Ye Shanxi rubbed his forehead, he didn't get used to the routine of getting up at 06:30 in the morning, and he was so sleepy.

Uncle Chen is a man in his fifties, with a round figure that belongs to a chef, always smiling and very kind.

"Beef vermicelli buns and deep-fried dough sticks, the soy milk is jujube-flavored." Uncle Chen lifted the lid of the pot, took out a steaming steamed bun and put it on the plate, one of the steamed buns topped four of the breakfast shop outside, and another fried dough stick .

Putting the plate on the dining table, Ye Shanxi had already consciously returned with a cup of hot soybean milk.

"Uncle Chen's cooking is just one word, delicious!" Ye Shanxi was actually a little unhappy when he was transferred to S101. Why should he be transferred to a city he is not familiar with after staying in the headquarters? ?But for the sake of finding Uncle Chen to cook for them, Ye Shanxi can ignore it.

Cooking people are just so lacking in pursuit.

Uncle Chen laughed so hard that his creases deepened: "You, you only think about the three meals a day."

Ye Shanxi chewed the delicious beef vermicelli buns and said: "People are iron, and food is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry."

The branch office is not far from Fucheng No. [-] Middle School. Ye Shanxi finished his breakfast slowly before going out to work at school.

Before leaving, Zhou Ke, who was in charge of personnel affairs, stopped Ye Shanxi: "Brother Ye, my leader quietly let me know that the letter of appointment for the director of our branch will be issued soon."

Hearing this, Ye Shanxi raised the corners of his lips in a good mood. The main reason he agreed to be transferred to Fucheng was that he could come to the sub-bureau as the sub-bureau chief, and the salary of the sub-bureau chief was much higher than when he was the captain before.

"Thank you, I'll treat everyone to dinner after the appointment." Although it was a certainty that he would become the director of the sub-bureau, Ye Shanxi was still very grateful to Zhou Ke for letting him know.

Zhou Ke clenched his fists: "Then I will thank Brother Ye for everyone."

Ye Shanxi hooked the car keys with his fingers and went out, and found his special eDonkey in the garage.

The day before yesterday, he did not have time to ride his little e-Donkey back from a mission, so he asked a colleague to help him ride it back, and the colleague also kindly charged him.

Riding on the little electric donkey that was as pink as a Barbie doll's skirt, Ye Shanxi happily went to work.

Fucheng No. [-] Middle School has been an old school for many years, and it is also a key middle school. The learning atmosphere is very strong. Yeshanxi has parked a small e-Donkey, and you can hear the morning reading of the students before you reach the teaching building.

Today, Ye Shanxi was going to give practice questions to the students. He went to the office first, and re-read the exercise book full of notes.

Before joining the Special Security Bureau, Ye Shanxi was a student of a certain normal university, and was admitted as a member of the Special Security Bureau before he graduated, so his superficial information is that he has been teaching for four years. I don't have that much teaching experience.

But no matter why he became a teacher in the eleventh middle school, he must do his best to do his best.

Teacher Ye is a good teacher with professional ethics.

"Squeak...cheep...cheep..."

The red pen in Ye Shanxi's hand paused on the paper, and a deep spot appeared.

Did the mice hidden in Fucheng No. [-] move?Or... Did you come looking for him by smell?

Ye Shanxi put down the red pen, got up and walked to the bathroom in the office.

Rats often haunt sewers, toilets, kitchens, debris piles, garbage dumps, etc. As expected, when Ye Shanxi entered the bathroom, the "squeaking" sound became more obvious.

Ye Shanxi lowered his head, thinking about how to deal with this time.

If he met a large monster, he would slash it with one sword, but rats are small and reproduce quickly. If they can't be eliminated in one litter, they will only appear in waves one after another.

What's more, the venues where the mice come and go are not clean, and they are easy to bring germs. The mice that have turned into monsters, a group of mutated mice, no one can predict what these mice will bring.

When I go back today, I have to gather everyone together for a meeting to discuss how to solve it.

At present, these mice cannot be allowed to appear in front of the students.

Ye Shanxi spread out his left hand, and the index finger of his right hand slid across the palm, and blood gushed out in an instant.

Squatting down and going, Ye Shanxi dripped blood into the toilet.

Drops of bright red blood slid down the pipe of the squatting pit into the sewer, and when the drip was enough, Ye Shanxi pressed the pump to pump.

The noisy "squeak" suddenly turned into a tragic "squeak", and it is hard not to imagine the scene of a large group of mice being engulfed by the fire.

Ye Shanxi pretended not to hear, and calmly turned on the tap to rinse his cut left hand.

The blood was carried away by the water flow and gathered together from the sewer pipes. I don't know how many monster mice died under Ye Shanxi's blood.

The sewers lead in all directions, as long as Ye Shanxi's blood is not completely diluted to the point of losing its effect, all the monster mice passing by will be doomed.

After turning off the faucet, he flicked the water off his hands, but felt that it was not clean, so Ye Shanxi took two paper towels to wipe his hands.

At this moment, looking at the palm of his left hand, he could no longer see that there was a fresh wound just half a minute ago.

The noisy rats died down passively, Ye Shanxi was satisfied and left the bathroom.

"Mr. Ye, you came quite early!" Teacher Wu from the same office greeted Ye Shanxi in surprise when he saw Ye Shanxi coming out of the bathroom.

"Didn't Teacher Wu come here quite early?" Ye Shanxi paused, took out a piece of chocolate from his drawer, and put it on Teacher Wu's desk, "Please eat chocolate."

Teacher Wu seems to be a serious lover of sweets, and was pleasantly surprised when he saw the chocolate: "Thank you, Teacher Ye!"

The teacher in the whole office, Mr. Wu, Wu Shuyu, should be the most able to penetrate the students. He dyed his hair dark brown, but it may have faded after a long time, which looks a bit funny.

Ye Shanxi smiled and waved his hands: "You're welcome."

Then the teachers in the office came one after another, but Ye Shanxi did not share his chocolate with other teachers.

Class started at [-]:[-], Ye Shanxi left the office at [-]:[-], and walked to the classroom with the exercise book.

Ye Shanxi was arranged by the Special Security Bureau to enter Fucheng No. [-] Middle School. His main job is the Special Security Bureau, not the No. [-] Middle School, so unlike the teachers who often teach two or three classes, he only leads one class, which is Zhen An An and the others. class.

Having experienced what happened last night, Zhen Anan's admiration and respect for Ye Shanxi reached an unprecedented peak. Before Ye Shanxi came to class, he consciously began to revise the exercise booklet.

"Zhen An'an, haven't you always disliked politics? Why did you suddenly change the exercise book of politics?" The deskmate approached Zhen'an and lowered the volume, "Did Teacher Ye criticize you?"

Zhen Anan gave the tablemate a look of "I don't understand what you're talking nonsense", and said righteously: "Why do you think so? Teacher Ye is obviously a very good teacher."

The deskmate also doesn't understand Zhen An'an, Mr. Ye is fine, but this has half a dime to do with your sudden love of studying politics?

Just when the class bell rang, the deskmate obediently retracted his seat and sat upright, and stopped talking to Zhen Anan.

Ye Shanxi has a good temper. Even if Ye Shanxi has to repeat several times to explain a knowledge point in class, and their political homework is a mess, Ye Shanxi will not get angry at them.

For this reason, the students in the class will never do anything in Ye Shanxi's class, even if they pretend to be "I love learning".

The class that Ye Shanxi leads is the class with the worst grades in the senior high school entrance examination. Most of the class are at the bottom of the grade, and they are children. They have a serious rebellious mentality.

But for Ye Shanxi, they lost that momentum, and their whole body was deflated, like hydrogen balloons that were limp.

The hydrogen balloons obediently took out their exercise books, those with red pens took out red pens, and those without red pens borrowed a red pen refill from the students around them.

The flowers of the motherland are really the cutest.

Ye Shanxi opened the exercise book and picked out a moderately long piece of chalk: "Students, let's deal with the homework first in this class."

……

Ye Shanxi only has one class, so after this class ends, he has no class in the morning.

If the Special Security Bureau had no mission, Ye Shanxi would stay in the office to prepare lessons, and sometimes chat with other teachers, but today he went back to the office to put away the exercise book and left.

After struggling for seven or eight hours, Baimei finally analyzed the sensory wave of the monster mouse and recorded it in the detector.

No one can tell how many monster mice are hiding in the sewers of Fucheng, and how many new mice the mice can give birth to every day. Without further ado, Baimei directly sent the detector to the school.

The detector is not a high-end instrument. The Special Security Bureau designed it like a mechanical watch. The hour hand measures the direction, the minute hand measures the distance, and the second hand measures the danger of the monster.

Ye Shanxi put on the detector, did not touch his little eDonkey, and began to look for the hiding places of the monster mice based on the data given by the detector.

"Hua'er, tell Uncle Chen a message for me, just say that I want to eat braised pork ribs." Ye Shanxi has always been rude in front of eating.

Baimei was speechless, why does Ye Shanxi never forget to eat?

"Got it, go do your job!" Baimei urged Ye Shanxi to leave impatiently.

Ye Shanxi gestured "OK" with his right hand, and immediately started working with full enthusiasm.

Today he performed a cat and mouse with all his heart.