The Monster I Was Redeemed

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Jin Ping'an was dumbfounded.

Are you a devil? !

Jin Ping'an's mood at this time was as if he had a high fever of 40 ℃, and finally asked for leave to go home and rest.

As a result, the parents fed two antipyretics and sent them back to school.

Are you still a person?

This time Jin Ping'an really checked out like a bastard, and couldn't hold back anymore.

A sullen breath hovered in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it.

"It's not like you don't know how bad my grades are. Except for Chinese, I failed a few times in junior high school, okay?"

Jin Ping'an dropped the drawing board heavily: "If you bring me a junior high school math book, I may not even be able to understand it, let alone a high school one!"

After hearing this, Tian Hao nodded and said sincerely: "It's because your grades in junior high school can't keep up, so you must grasp the resources of the experimental middle school, so that your grades can have the hope of improving."

Jin Ping'an snorted coldly: "My grades can't keep up, it's not because I'm investigating cases in the criminal police team every day.

Four days off a week without weekends.

After going to school for a month, I haven't had enough classes for a week, so it's a ghost to keep up! "

I think with your IQ and the teaching level of any junior high school, even if you attend classes normally, your grades may not be so good...

Tian Hao muttered something in his heart, but he seized the opportunity: "Didn't you understand your ability at that time.

Don't worry, high school will never let you ask for leave every day, take the opportunity to study hard, and ask the teacher if you don't understand. "

Tian Hao perfectly grasped the loopholes in the words, making Jin Ping'an indisputable.

Jin Ping'an's complexion suddenly looked as ugly as grabbing the last bucket of instant noodles from the canteen and opening it to find that there was no oil bag 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 Ping'an'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 discuss the issue from another angle.

Just like you talk about safety with your boss, he talks about efficiency with you;

When you talk about efficiency with him, he talks about quality with you;

Finally, when the work is done, you propose a wage increase.

He began to tell you about the company's market prospects and future prospects. In short, suffering is a blessing and the future can be expected.

Mixing mud and water is an essential skill for every adult.

Tian Hao is no exception.

Jin Ping'an, a young man, has more experience than his peers, but it's not rich enough to make up for the twenty-year experience gap between the two.

There are some things that people under a certain age simply cannot understand.

Just like a child in the city who can't understand why some people still use rainwater to live.

A child who has never been out of the mountains in his life can't understand what a department store looks like.

Jin Pingan, who couldn't say anything about Tian Hao, was sitting in the car, holding the drawing board and sulking silently.

When getting out of the car, he slammed the car door hard and walked straight into the school without even looking back.

After entering the school gate, Jin Ping'an walked straight towards the dormitory building.

At this time, his stomach made a rumbling sound.

It just so happened that it was the end of school time, Jin Ping'an, who was sullen, didn't think too much, and followed the flow of people to the cafeteria to line up.

"What do you want to eat, classmate?"

asked the aunt who was cooking.

The sudden voice brought Jin Pingan back to his senses for a while.

He was just about to order a set meal with two meat and one vegetarian, but suddenly remembered that he couldn't eat right now.

Looking at the delicious fish-flavored shredded pork, braised pork, Kung Pao chicken...

Jin Ping'an couldn't help swallowing.

But in the end, reason prevailed: "No, thank you."

The classmates behind him all looked at him strangely.

Isn't this person stupid? Come here and line up for half a day, then turn around and leave when it's your turn? What kind of performance art is this?

Jin Pingan stared at the strange eyes of the others,

Resisting the thought of 'it's okay to eat less', he walked away from the team with stiff steps.

From the cafeteria to the dormitory, every step is difficult in a short distance of several hundred meters.

People will always find excuses to indulge themselves.

For example, go to bed after playing this game, and then continue if you don’t win, and reward yourself with a round of chasing after winning.

Or what my boyfriend said, I just can't get in, I just go in and I don't move, my legs are a little numb and I turn over... It's basically the same reason.

Even if Jin Ping'an asked the aunt who cooks less to cook less, it would not be much less.

It's the same reason as if you asked her to pack more meat, it won't go much.

Relying on your own will, endure only two bites and stop eating?

Jin Ping'an still has his own self-control.

He hasn't had a proper meal for a week.

As I ate and ate, I would probably come up with thoughts such as 'I'll just eat this meal anyway, forget it when I finish eating', 'It's not good to waste too much food', etc. to excuse myself.

So he simply stopped eating.

It's good to eat for a while, but it's time to have a stomachache in the middle of the night.

The cardia is torn and the lining of the esophagus is ruptured, and stomach acid surges once it begins to digest food.

That cold and painful feeling, not to mention how sour it is.

Guaranteed to hurt your DC Hadazi.

After swiping the student card to unlock the door, Jin Ping'an walked to the desk and took down a small box from the shelf under the desk.

When I opened it, it was full of vacuum-packed rice paste.

This is his ration for the week.

Jin Ping'an will have to eat liquid food for at least another week before he can barely resume his normal diet.

And for a month after recovery, every meal can only be half full.

Illness is not a serious illness, it is uncomfortable.

Jin Pingan struggled to pick up a bag of rice porridge, with a very ugly expression on his face: "Why is there no rice porridge with braised pork flavor? They all have the same flavor, so you won't be afraid that others will feel sick after drinking it..."

"Ping An, you're back so soon."

Jin Ping turned around and saw Cheng Lejia carrying a paper bag of buns.

"Are you still eating buns today?"

Jin Ping'an stared at the paper bag without answering the question.

But after all, Cheng Lejia knew Jin Ping'an since he was a child, and he could tell at a glance that his good friend was not in a good mood.

He put down the paper bag and said, "Let me guess, did Uncle Tian send you here? He also 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 Ping'an turned his face away.

But he still didn't answer the question directly.

"Although my next words seem to be preaching, I still want to say, Uncle Tian, ​​this is also for your own good."

Cheng Lejia put two layers of disposable gloves on his right hand, and then took a bite of a meat bun from the paper bag: "It's true that the criminal police team really needs your ability, but you can't hang yourself on a tree, can you?"

"Don't tell me that if you have one more skill and one more way out, will the criminal police team go bankrupt?"

Jin Ping'an turned his head to look at Cheng Lejia, and finally got down to business.

"Although you have special abilities, you must have a so-called diploma from the past, right? With your current grades, it would be a problem 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 will be. Even if others can see the old leader's face and let you stay in the criminal police team, will you be able to stay? "

………………

Jin Ping'an was dumbfounded.

Are you a devil? !

Jin Ping'an's mood at this time was as if he had a high fever of 40 ℃, and finally asked for leave to go home and rest.

As a result, the parents fed two antipyretics and sent them back to school.

Are you still a person?

This time Jin Ping'an really checked out like a bastard, and couldn't hold back anymore.

A sullen breath hovered in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it.

"It's not like you don't know how bad my grades are. Except for Chinese, I failed a few times in junior high school, okay?"

Jin Ping'an dropped the drawing board heavily: "If you bring me a junior high school math book, I may not even be able to understand it, let alone a high school one!"

Tian Hao nodded after listening and said sincerely: "It's because your junior high school grades can't keep up, so you have to grasp the resources of the experimental middle school, so that your grades can have the hope of improving."

Jin Ping'an snorted coldly: "My grades can't keep up, it's not because I'm investigating cases in the criminal police team every day.

Four days off a week without weekends.

After going to school for a month, I haven't had enough classes for a week, so it's a ghost to keep up! "

I think with your IQ and the teaching level of any junior high school, even if you attend classes normally, your grades may not be so good...

Tian Hao muttered something in his heart, but he seized the opportunity: "Didn't you understand your ability at that time.

Don't worry, high school will never let you ask for leave every day, take the opportunity to study hard, and ask the teacher if you don't understand. "

Tian Hao perfectly grasped the loopholes in the words, making Jin Ping'an indisputable.

Jin Ping'an's complexion suddenly looked as ugly as grabbing the last bucket of instant noodles from the canteen and opening it to find that there was no oil bag 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 Ping'an'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 discuss the issue from another angle.

Just like you talk about safety with your boss, he talks about efficiency with you;

When you talk about efficiency with him, he talks about quality with you;

Finally, when the work is done, you propose a wage increase.

He began to tell you about the company's market prospects and future prospects. In short, suffering is a blessing and the future can be expected.

Mixing mud and water is an essential skill for every adult.

Tian Hao is no exception.

Jin Ping'an, a young man, has more experience than his peers, but it's not rich enough to make up for the twenty-year experience gap between the two.

There are some things that people under a certain age simply cannot understand.

Just like a child in the city who can't understand why some people still use rainwater to live.

A child who has never been out of the mountains in his life can't understand what a department store looks like.

Jin Pingan, who couldn't say anything about Tian Hao, was sitting in the car, holding the drawing board and sulking silently.

When getting out of the car, he slammed the car door hard and walked straight into the school without even looking back.

After entering the school gate, Jin Ping'an walked straight towards the dormitory building.

At this time, his stomach made a rumbling sound.

It just so happened that it was the end of school time, Jin Ping'an, who was sullen, didn't think too much, and followed the flow of people to the cafeteria to line up.

"What do you want to eat, classmate?"

asked the aunt who was cooking.

The sudden voice brought Jin Pingan back to his senses for a while.

He was just about to order a set meal with two meat and one vegetarian, but suddenly remembered that he couldn't eat right now.

Looking at the delicious fish-flavored shredded pork, braised pork, Kung Pao chicken...

Jin Ping'an couldn't help swallowing.

But in the end, reason prevailed: "No, thank you."

The classmates behind him all looked at him strangely.

Isn't this person stupid? Come here and line up for half a day, then turn around and leave when it's your turn? What kind of performance art is this?

Jin Pingan stared at the strange gazes of the others, resisting the idea of ​​"it's okay to eat less", and walked away from the team with stiff steps.

From the cafeteria to the dormitory, every step is difficult in a short distance of several hundred meters.

People will always find excuses to indulge themselves.

For example, go to bed after playing this game, and then continue if you don’t win, and reward yourself with a round of chasing after winning.

Or what my boyfriend said, I just can't get in, I just go in and I don't move, my legs are a little numb and I turn over... It's basically the same reason.

Even if Jin Ping'an asked the aunt who cooks less to cook less, it would not be much less.

It's the same reason as if you asked her to pack more meat, it won't go much.

Relying on your own will, endure only two bites and stop eating?

Jin Ping'an still has his own self-control.

He hasn't had a proper meal for a week.

As I ate and ate, I would probably come up with thoughts such as 'I'll just eat this meal anyway, forget it when I finish eating', 'It's not good to waste too much food', etc. to excuse myself.

So he simply stopped eating.

It's good to eat for a while, but it's time to have a stomachache in the middle of the night.

The cardia is torn and the lining of the esophagus is ruptured, and stomach acid surges once it begins to digest food.

That cold and painful feeling, not to mention how sour it is.

Guaranteed to hurt your DC Hadazi.

After swiping the student card to unlock the door, Jin Ping'an walked to the desk and took down a small box from the shelf under the desk.

When I opened it, it was full of vacuum-packed rice paste.

This is his ration for the week.

Jin Ping'an will have to eat liquid food for at least another week before he can barely resume his normal diet.

And for a month after recovery, every meal can only be half full.

Illness is not a serious illness, it is uncomfortable.

Jin Pingan struggled to pick up a bag of rice porridge, with a very ugly expression on his face: "Why is there no rice porridge with braised pork flavor? They all have the same flavor, so you won't be afraid that others will feel sick after drinking it..."

"Ping An, you're back so soon."

Jin Ping turned around and saw Cheng Lejia carrying a paper bag of buns.

"Are you still eating buns today?"

Jin Ping'an stared at the paper bag without answering the question.

But after all, Cheng Lejia knew Jin Ping'an since he was a child, and he could tell at a glance that his good friend was not in a good mood.

He put down the paper bag and said, "Let me guess, did Uncle Tian send you here? He also 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 Ping'an turned his face away.

But he still didn't answer the question directly.

"Although my next words seem to be preaching, I still want to say, Uncle Tian, ​​this is also for your own good."

Cheng Lejia put two layers of disposable gloves on his right hand, and then took a bite of a meat bun from the paper bag: "It's true that the criminal police team really needs your ability, but you can't hang yourself on a tree, can you?"

"Don't tell me that if you have one more skill and one more way out, will the criminal police team go bankrupt?"

Jin Ping'an turned his head to look at Cheng Lejia, and finally got down to business.

"Although you have special abilities, you must have a so-called diploma from the past, right? With your current grades, it would be a problem 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 will be in the next batch. Even if others can see the old leader's face and let you stay in the criminal police team, will you be able to stay? "

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