Jin Pingan's mood at this time was like running a 40℃ high fever, and he finally asked for leave to go home and rest.
As a result, the parents gave him two fever-reducing pills and sent him back to school, just like the other students.
Are you still a human being?
Jin Pingan was really a bastard checking out this time and couldn't hold it in any longer.
A suffocating breath lingered in my throat, and I couldn't swallow it.
"It's not like you don't know how bad my grades are. Except for Chinese language in junior high school, I failed a few times in everything else!"
Jin Pingan dropped the drawing board heavily: "If you bring me a math book from junior high school, I may not be able to understand it, let alone one from high school!"
After hearing this, Tian Hao nodded and said sincerely: "It's because your grades in junior high school can't keep up, so you have to make good use of the resources of the experimental middle school, so that you can hope to improve your grades."
Jin Ping'an snorted coldly: "My grades can't keep up, and it's not because I'm investigating cases in the criminal police team every day.
Not including weekends, take four days off a week.
After a month of going to school, I haven’t had enough classes for a week. It’s crazy if I can keep up!”
I think based on your IQ and the teaching level of any junior high school, even if you attend classes normally, your results may not be much better...
Tian Hao muttered in his heart, but he seized the opportunity: "At that time, I didn't know your ability yet.
Don't worry, high school will never ask you to take leave every day. Take advantage of the opportunity to study hard and ask the teacher if you don't understand."
Tian Hao perfectly caught the loophole in his words, leaving Jin Ping'an unable to defend himself.
Jin Pingan's face suddenly looked as ugly as if he had grabbed the last bucket of instant noodles at the canteen and opened it to find that there was no oil packet or fork.
But his mouth was like a constipated intestine, and he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.
After all, he said it himself.
Jin Pingan's original intention was to complain to Tian Hao about how much he had paid for the criminal police team.
But he is a cunning and treacherous adult, so he completely avoids talking about it and finds another quiet place to talk about the problem from another angle.
Just like you talk to your boss about safety, he talks to you about efficiency;
When you talk to him about efficiency, he talks about quality to you;
Finally, when the work is done, you ask for a salary increase.
He starts to tell you about the company's market prospects and future prospects. In short, hardship is blessing and the future is promising.
Mixing mud and water are essential skills for every adult.
Tian Hao is no exception.
Although Jin Pingan, a young man, has more experience than his peers, he is not rich enough to make up for the twenty-year experience gap between the two.
There are some things that people below a certain age cannot understand at all.
Just like a child in the city who cannot understand why some people still use rainwater to live.
A child who has never been out of the mountains in his life cannot understand what a department store looks like.
Jin Ping'an, who couldn't stand up to Tian Hao, was sitting in the car, holding his drawing board and sulking silently.
When I got out of the car, I opened the door and walked directly into the school without even looking back.
After entering the school gate, Jin Pingan walked straight towards the dormitory building.
At this time, his stomach made a growling sound.
It happened that it was time for school to end. The sulky Jin Ping'an didn't think much and followed the flow of people to the canteen to queue up.
"What do you want to eat, classmate?"
asked the aunt who was cooking.
The sudden sound brought Jin Pingan back to his senses temporarily.
He was just about to order a set meal of two meat and one vegetable, but suddenly he remembered that he couldn't eat yet.
Looking at the fragrant fish-flavored shredded pork, braised pork, Kung Pao chicken on the tray...
Jin Pingan couldn't help but swallowed.
But in the end, reason prevailed: "No, thank you."
The classmates behind him all looked at him with strange eyes.
Isn't this person stupid? He comes and queues for a long time, then turns around and leaves when it's his turn? What kind of performance art is this?
Jin Ping'an stared at the strange looks of others, resisting the thought of "It doesn't matter if you eat less", and left the team with stiff steps.
From the cafeteria to the dormitory, it was only a few hundred meters, and every step was difficult.
People will always find excuses to indulge themselves.
For example, after playing this game, you go to bed, then play again if you don't win, and if you win, you can follow up and reward yourself with a game.
Or maybe what my boyfriend said, I can't get in, so I go in a little bit and I don't move, my legs are a little numb and I turn over... It's basically the same principle.
Even if Jin Pingan asks the aunt who cooks to eat less, it won't be much less.
Just like if you ask her to eat more meat, it won't be much more. It's the same principle.
Relying on your own will, you can endure only two bites and stop eating?
Jin Ping'an still has a lot of self-control.
He hasn't had a proper meal for a week.
As you eat, you will probably come up with thoughts such as ‘I’m just going to eat this meal anyway, forget it after finishing it’, ‘it’s not good to waste food’ and other thoughts to excuse myself.
So he simply stopped eating.
I feel good for a while after eating, but my stomach hurts in the middle of the night.
When the cardia is torn and the esophageal mucosa is ruptured, stomach acid will surge once it starts to digest food.
That feeling of cold pain, not to mention how sour and refreshing it is.
Guaranteed to make you feel pain.
After swiping his student card to unlock the door, Jin Pingan walked to the desk and moved a small box from the shelf under the desk.
When I opened it, I saw that it was filled with vacuum-packed rice cereal.
This is his ration for this week.
Jin Pingan will have to eat liquid food for at least another week before he can barely return to a normal diet.
And for a month after recovery, I could only eat half-full meals.
The illness isn't serious, it's just uncomfortable.
Jin Ping'an struggled to pick up a bag of rice cereal, with a very ugly expression on his face: "Why isn't there braised pork flavored rice cereal? It's all the same flavor, aren't you afraid that others will feel vomiting after drinking it..."
"Peace, you're back so soon."
Jin Pingan turned around and saw Cheng Lejia carrying a paper bag of buns.
"Are you still eating steamed buns today?"
Jin Pingan stared at the paper bag and did not answer the question.
But after all, Cheng Lejia had known Jin Pingan since he was a child, and he could tell at a glance that his good gay friend was not in a good mood.
He put down the paper bag and said, "Let me guess, did Uncle Tian send you here? And asked you to study hard in the past two years and try not to interfere in the affairs of the police force?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Jin Pingan turned his face away.
But he still didn't answer the question directly.
"Although what I say next may sound like preaching, I still want to say that Uncle Tian is doing this for your own good."
Cheng Lejia put on two layers of disposable gloves on his right hand, then took a meat bun from the paper bag and took a bite: "It's true that the criminal police team needs your ability very much, but you can't hang yourself on a tree, right?"
"Don't tell me what to do if you have one more craft and one more outlet, can the criminal police team still go bankrupt?"
Jin Ping'an turned to look at Cheng Lejia, finally willing to get down to business.
"Although you have special abilities, you must have a decent diploma, right? With your current grades, it will be a problem for you to get into a third-rate public university."
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 more years they can work. They will always retire before you.
No one knows what kind of people the next batch of people will be. Even if others allow you to continue to stay in the criminal police team for the sake of the old leader, can you continue to stay?"
………………
Jin Pingan was stunned.
Are you a devil?!
Jin Pingan's mood at this time was like running a 40℃ high fever, and he finally asked for leave to go home and rest.
As a result, the parents gave him two fever-reducing pills and sent him back to school, just like the other students.
Are you still a human being?
Jin Pingan was really a bastard checking out this time and couldn't hold it in any longer.
A suffocating breath lingered in my throat, and I couldn't swallow it.
"It's not like you don't know how bad my grades are. Except for Chinese language in junior high school, I failed a few times in everything else!"
Jin Pingan dropped the drawing board heavily: "If you bring me a math book from junior high school, I may not be able to understand it, let alone one from high school!"
After hearing this, Tian Hao nodded and said sincerely: "It's because your grades in junior high school can't keep up, so you have to make good use of the resources of the experimental middle school, so that you can hope to improve your grades."
Jin Ping'an snorted coldly: "My grades can't keep up, and it's not because I'm investigating cases in the criminal police team every day.
Not including weekends, take four days off a week.
After a month of going to school, I haven’t had enough classes for a week. It’s crazy if I can keep up!”
I think based on your IQ and the teaching level of any junior high school, even if you attend classes normally, your results may not be much better...
Tian Hao muttered in his heart, but he seized the opportunity: "At that time, I didn't know your ability yet.
Don't worry, high school will never ask you to take leave every day. Take advantage of the opportunity to study hard and ask the teacher if you don't understand."
Tian Hao perfectly caught the loophole in his words, leaving Jin Ping'an unable to defend himself.
Jin Pingan's face suddenly looked as ugly as if he had grabbed the last bucket of instant noodles at the canteen and opened it to find that there was no oil packet or fork.
But his mouth was like a constipated intestine, and he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.
After all, he said it himself.
Jin Pingan's original intention was to complain to Tian Hao about how much he had paid for the criminal police team.
But he is a cunning and treacherous adult, so he completely avoids talking about it and finds another quiet place to talk about the problem from another angle.
Just like you talk to your boss about safety, he talks to you about efficiency;
When you talk to him about efficiency, he talks about quality to you;
Finally, when the work is done, you ask for a salary increase.
He starts to tell you about the company's market prospects and future prospects. In short, hardship is blessing and the future is promising.
Mixing mud and water are essential skills for every adult.
Tian Hao is no exception.
Although Jin Pingan, a young man, has more experience than his peers, he is not rich enough to make up for the twenty-year experience gap between the two.
There are some things that people below a certain age cannot understand at all.
Just like a child in the city who cannot understand why some people still use rainwater to live.
A child who has never been out of the mountains in his life cannot understand what a department store looks like.
Jin Ping'an, who couldn't stand up to Tian Hao, was sitting in the car, holding his drawing board and sulking silently.
When I got out of the car, I opened the door and walked directly into the school without even looking back.
After entering the school gate, Jin Pingan walked straight towards the dormitory building.
At this time, his stomach made a growling sound.
It happened that it was time for school to end. The sulky Jin Ping'an didn't think much and followed the flow of people to the canteen to queue up.
"What do you want to eat, classmate?"
asked the aunt who was cooking.
The sudden sound brought Jin Pingan back to his senses temporarily.
He was just about to order a set meal of two meat and one vegetable, but suddenly he remembered that he couldn't eat yet.
Looking at the fragrant fish-flavored shredded pork, braised pork, Kung Pao chicken on the tray...
Jin Pingan couldn't help but swallowed.
But in the end, reason prevailed: "No, thank you."
The classmates behind him all looked at him with strange eyes.
Isn't this person stupid? He comes and queues for a long time, then turns around and leaves when it's his turn? What kind of performance art is this?
Jin Ping'an stared at the strange looks of others, resisting the thought of "It doesn't matter if you eat less", and left the team with stiff steps.
From the cafeteria to the dormitory, it was only a few hundred meters, and every step was difficult.
People will always find excuses to indulge themselves.
For example, after playing this game, you go to bed, then play again if you don't win, and if you win, you can follow up and reward yourself with a game.
Or maybe what my boyfriend said, I can't get in, so I go in a little bit and I don't move, my legs are a little numb and I turn over... It's basically the same principle.
Even if Jin Pingan asks the aunt who cooks to eat less, it won't be much less.
Just like if you ask her to eat more meat, it won't be much more. It's the same principle.
Relying on your own will, you can endure only two bites and stop eating?
Jin Ping'an still has a lot of self-control.
He hasn't had a proper meal for a week.
As you eat, you will probably come up with thoughts such as ‘I’m just going to eat this meal anyway, forget it after finishing it’, ‘it’s not good to waste food’ and other thoughts to excuse myself.
So he simply stopped eating.
I feel good for a while after eating, but my stomach hurts in the middle of the night.
When the cardia is torn and the esophageal mucosa is ruptured, stomach acid will surge once it starts to digest food.
That feeling of cold pain, not to mention how sour and refreshing it is.
Guaranteed to make you feel pain.
After swiping his student card to unlock the door, Jin Pingan walked to the desk and moved a small box from the shelf under the desk.
When I opened it, I saw that it was filled with vacuum-packed rice cereal.
This is his ration for this week.
Jin Pingan will have to eat liquid food for at least another week before he can barely return to a normal diet.
And for a month after recovery, I could only eat half-full meals.
The illness isn't serious, it's just uncomfortable.
Jin Ping'an struggled to pick up a bag of rice cereal, with a very ugly expression on his face: "Why isn't there braised pork flavored rice cereal? It's all the same flavor, aren't you afraid that others will feel vomiting after drinking it..."
"Peace, you're back so soon."
Jin Pingan turned around and saw Cheng Lejia carrying a paper bag of buns.
"Are you still eating steamed buns today?"
Jin Pingan stared at the paper bag and did not answer the question.
But after all, Cheng Lejia had known Jin Pingan since he was a child, and he could tell at a glance that his good gay friend was not in a good mood.
He put down the paper bag and said, "Let me guess, did Uncle Tian send you here? And asked you to study hard in the past two years and try not to interfere in the affairs of the police force?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Jin Pingan turned his face away.
But he still didn't answer the question directly.
"Although what I say next may sound like preaching, I still want to say that Uncle Tian is doing this for your own good."
Cheng Lejia put on two layers of disposable gloves on his right hand, then took a meat bun from the paper bag and took a bite: "It's true that the criminal police team needs your ability very much, but you can't hang yourself on a tree, right?"
"Don't tell me what to do if you have one more craft and one more outlet, can the criminal police team still go bankrupt?"
Jin Ping'an turned to look at Cheng Lejia, finally willing to get down to business.
"Although you have special abilities, you must have a decent diploma, right? With your current grades, it will be a problem for you to get into a third-rate public university."
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 more years they can work. They will always retire before you.
No one knows what kind of people the next batch of people will be. Even if others allow you to continue to stay in the criminal police team for the sake of the old leader, can you continue to stay?"