A banner? What banner? Whose banner is it for?

Huang Shuliang has been the dean of teaching for many years and has encountered many people who have presented banners to teachers and schools, but this is the first time he has seen one presented to a student.

And it was actually given to Sheng Yan?

Sheng Yan was the most troublesome student he had encountered in his more than ten years of teaching at Shiwai.

Huang Shuliang even began to doubt whether he was getting old and his hearing was failing. He asked, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

The security guard on the other end of the phone immediately shouted, "No mistake! It was a lady who asked the police to bring it over. She seemed to be thanking someone for their act of bravery. She said it was a tall, handsome young man named Sheng Yan. He's always late, how could I mistake him?"

Acts of bravery and righteousness?

Remembering Sheng Yan's earlier words about catching a thief in the rain while performing a heroic act, which caused him to catch a cold and fever and be late, Huang Shuliang fell into a moment of silence.

He felt like he had done something wrong.

Sheng Yan took the exam right under his nose, so there was absolutely no way he could have cheated. Therefore, if he passed, he truly passed. It seems he has been studying very hard these past few days, and his words about acting bravely for a just cause are also true.

Thinking about it this way, I realized that my behavior and words just now were really too much.

Feeling guilty as a teacher and concerned about saving face, he unconsciously frowned and said somewhat seriously, "I know," before hanging up the phone. He then said to Sheng Yan, "Come to my office with me."

After saying that, he left with a stern face.

Sheng Yan, who was called out, was still engrossed in his test paper with a score of "105" written on it and didn't hear what he was saying at all. He just looked up at the math teacher and asked, "Brother Zhang? I really passed?"

Brother Zhang nodded: "Yeah, you passed."

"Holy crap! Qin Zigui! I really passed!" Upon receiving this confident reply, Sheng Yan immediately turned around in ecstasy, "You don't need to go looking for that blond, blue-eyed British guy anymore!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the already silent classroom fell into an eerie stillness.

This is looking for a handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed young man.

Is it the kind of blond, blue-eyed young man they're looking for?

The girls, led by Lin Qian, looked at Qin Zigui with complex and varied expressions.

Qin Zigui: "..."

Was Sheng Yan sent by God to deliberately anger him to death?

After an eerie silence, Qin Zigui calmly said, "Director Huang wants to see you in his office."

He originally wanted to praise Sheng Yan with a smile, but Sheng Yan's words were so shocking that he felt it was necessary to temporarily control Sheng Yan's excitement. So he repeated the bad news with a blank expression.

Sheng Yan, who had just been excited, froze instantly.

Qin Zigui remained unfazed: "Go ahead, the sooner you die, the sooner you'll be reborn."

Before it could even properly celebrate passing the test, the little chick could only blow its nose hard before heading towards the weasel's den like a warrior going to its death.

With no more obstacles between Chen Yubai and Qin Zigui, Chen Yubai quickly asked, "Damn, Qin, given the weasel's expression just now, aren't you really going to go and check on him?"

Although Huang Shuliang is not usually a nice guy, he has a bad temper, a loud voice, and his words are not pleasant to hear. However, since he only shouts all day long, it is rare to see him like this, with a serious and solemn face.

They didn't know what was said on the phone, only that Huang Shuliang's expression changed after receiving the call, and he even called Sheng Yan into his office alone. So they naturally felt that something serious might have happened.

Knowing that Qin Zigui was protective of his own, Chen Yubai couldn't help but ask a question.

Qin Zigui simply took out a packet of cold medicine: "He didn't do anything, what's there to be afraid of? No matter what Huang Shuliang does, he can't make things up out of nothing."

Lin Qian, who was standing next to him with a complicated expression, finally came to her senses. Upon hearing this, she retorted, "How do you know he didn't do anything? You're not glued to him 24/7. How could you possibly know what he did?"

Qin Zigui, holding Sheng Yan's water glass, stood up and turned to look at her: "I really am with him 24 hours a day."

Lin Qian: "?"

Qin Zigui added, "Physically speaking, we're stuck together for 24 hours straight."

Lin Qian: "..."

Her intuition told her that if she continued talking about this topic, it might become sexually explicit.

Just then, the school bell rang, and she picked up Little Pink, saying, "I'm going out to get some water."

After saying that, he stood up stiffly and left awkwardly, his hands and feet moving in unison.

Because the water dispenser in the classroom was broken, the only way to get hot water was to go to the teachers' office building. Qin Zigui, carrying Sheng Yan's water cup and cold medicine, slowly followed along.

After the two left, there was a moment of silence, then the previously quiet classroom erupted in a loud bang.

"Holy crap?! Sheng Yan actually passed?!"

"Yes, he passed, but it seems like he's finished too."

"I've never seen Huang Shuliang's expression like that before, it was terrifying."

"Sheng Yan is so pitiful, Qin Zigui is so pitiful."

"What does this have to do with Guan Qinzigui?"

"I don't know, but I always feel that Sheng Yan will beat up Qin Zigui when he's in a bad mood."

"So what exactly did Sheng Yan do wrong?"

"Could it really be cheating?"

"Holy crap, don't talk nonsense, or the school bully will beat you up!"

With everyone talking at once, each statement more unreliable than the last, and given that the entire senior year was on the same floor during the long break between evening self-study sessions, the incident that had just occurred in Class 1 of the junior year quickly spread like wildfire.

The men's restroom was bustling with activity.

"Holy crap, did you guys hear? Sheng Yan actually got 105 points on the test this time!"

"??? You're kidding me?!"

"Really? But it looks like it was done by cheating."

"Sheng Yan cheated?!"

"Yeah, I heard it from the students in Class 1. Huang Shuliang personally proctored the exam this time and graded the papers on the spot. After the results came out, Huang Shuliang received a phone call, and his face turned dark instantly. He told Sheng Yan to come to his office. His aura was terrifying; it wasn't just a simple matter of yelling at him as usual."

"Holy crap, it really could be cheating!"

"Wait a minute, if it was cheating, why not just catch them in the act? Why wait until they answer the phone before turning hostile?"

"Hiss—that makes sense. Could it be that Sheng Yan did something else?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud shout came from the bathroom doorway: "Holy crap! Something really happened to Sheng Yan?!"

The group of people who had been chattering away saw the boy at the door and immediately asked, "What's wrong? What do you know?"

The boy looked terrified: "I went to the school gate to get something just now, and I saw two policemen in the security room. They seemed to be talking about Sheng Yan or something, pinning him to the ground, and talking about guns."

"???" Upon hearing this, the eyes of the boys who had been gossiping instantly widened. "Holy crap! Sheng Yan can pull off something this big?!"

If the police are called in, this is definitely not a minor incident.

"I think Sheng Yan is a bit mischievous, but he's actually a pretty good person. It can't be that bad," one of the boys who often plays basketball with Sheng Yan couldn't help but say.

Just as the others were about to agree, they heard a sneer: "Why not? He's a genuine spoiled rich kid. What he does is nothing special. What right do you have to tell him what to do?"

As Fu Yun spoke, he pushed open the door to the cubicle, walked out, and slowly began to wash his hands.

Everyone imagined the lives of rich kids in various American TV shows: "..."

That doesn't seem to be entirely unreasonable.

However, before they could express their agreement, the doors to the other two cubicles were kicked open.

Gou You and Zhu Peng appeared at the same time, furious: "What nonsense are you spouting? Even though our Brother Yan is a rich second-generation, he's the most innocent and down-to-earth rich second-generation, okay! What do you know!"

"He's simple and honest, why would the police look for him? You're kidding me!" Fu Yun sneered repeatedly.

Zhu Peng gritted his teeth: "What if it's a good thing?"

"You believe it?"

Fu Yun asked again.

Seeing the two arguing more and more fiercely, the bystanders quickly advised, "What's the point of arguing here? Why don't you just go ask the weasel?"

"Go if you want! Anyone who doesn't go is a coward!" Zhu Peng wasn't smart, but he was stubborn.

Since Fu Yun was going to stand in Huang Shuliang's office as punishment after the exam anyway, he didn't refuse and chuckled, "Fine, if you're happy to let your brother Yan be publicly executed, I have no objection."

A group of not-so-bright male high school students, with their heads held high and chests puffed out, marched in a grand procession from the men's restroom toward Huang Shuliang's office.

Then, just as they arrived at the closed door of Huang Shuliang's office, they heard a voice say, "Officer, it's really kind of you to make a special trip to the school. We understand the situation you've described. The school will definitely give a clear stance on Sheng Yan's behavior."

Sheng Yan had indeed committed a crime with the police.

Zhu Peng and Gou You's hearts sank instantly.

Fu Yun's face immediately lit up with joy: "Sure enough, some people not only don't do well in their studies, but their character is also..."

"Sheng Yan's outstanding qualities of integrity, justice, courage, and fearlessness will be highly commended by our school! He has set the best example for our two thousand students!"

? ? ?

This time it's not just Fu Yun.

Even Gou You and Zhu Peng were stunned.

An award?!

Their brother Yan will be commended too?!

Before they could even begin to doubt their ears and comprehension, a middle-aged man's voice came from the office: "No, we're not tired. It's Sheng Yan who's tired. He even caught a cold and fever because of this. I hope it didn't interfere with his studies."

Huang Shuliang quickly replied, "No, no, Sheng Yan's exam results this time can be described as a leap forward, which is very gratifying."

The middle-aged policeman laughed and said, "That's wonderful! Outstanding young people like Sheng Yan, who are well-rounded in moral character, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor, are exactly the kind of talent our country needs right now."

? ? ?

Achieving all-round development in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education?

Outstanding young people? Talented individuals?

Sheng Yan?

Everyone outside the door, friend or foe alike, was shocked.

One of them was so shocked that he accidentally bumped into the office door.

Then the door was opened.

Outside the door, a group of dazed fools stared blankly at each other, while inside, a dazed Sheng Yan stared blankly at Huang Shuliang through the gap beside him.

Then Fu Yun and the others saw the banner in Sheng Yan's hand: "Heroic act, handsome and kind-hearted, a beautiful woman who stole his wallet and recovered it."

"..."

Things don't seem to be going as they expected.

Before they could fully process what was happening, Huang Shuliang roared, "What are you doing here!"

Gou You was the first to realize the situation and immediately raised his hand: "Report! Fu Yun and the others said they want to see how Sheng Yan is punished!"

Huang Shuliang immediately frowned: "Nonsense! What punishment?! Sheng Yan acted bravely and righteously, with quick wit, agility, and fearlessness in the face of difficulties, helping the public security authorities capture a habitual offender who has caused huge losses to the people's property over the years. We should be praising him, not punishing him! I think you guys want to be punished! Especially you! Fu Yun!"

Huang Shuliang got angry looking at those few idiots: "You guys told me before that Sheng Yan threatened you to wear this idiot, but it turns out that he was competing with Xue Yi, and you guys insisted on making a bet. After losing, you even blamed him. Are you guys just bored?"

After Huang Shuliang finished speaking, the remaining onlookers were stunned for a moment.

A bet? What kind of bet? And what does it have to do with Xue Yi?

Did they miss something again while they were just gossiping?

Since most of the students in the high school section of Shishi Foreign Language School were directly promoted from the junior high school, they knew more or less about each other's affairs, and had heard about the relationship between Sheng Yan and Xue Yi.

Xue Yi has been at the sports school for two years, so how could he still make a bet? And it seems that Sheng Yan won the bet.

Sensing the bewildered looks from the onlookers, Zhu Peng smugly snorted, "It's nothing, it's just that Xue Yi and our Brother Yan had a one-on-one shooting contest, and our Brother Yan completely crushed him and won. These guys are just not convinced."

"Holy crap?! Sheng Yan won?! Xue Yi has been training with the city team for two years, how could Sheng Yan still win?" The onlookers were stunned.

They knew Sheng Yan was powerful in the past, but they didn't expect him to be this powerful now.

It seems that Sheng Yan isn't so irresponsible after all.

And is this what shooting talent is all about?

He's truly a Dou Zong level expert; he's terrifyingly powerful.

Everyone looked at Sheng Yan with eyes full of respect.

Fu Yun's face turned extremely ugly.

Fortunately, Huang Shuliang wasn't in the mood to argue with them. He just waved his hand dismissively and said, "Alright, stop making a fuss and go back to your evening study sessions!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut, then turned to the police officer and laughed, "It's nothing, just a bunch of kids messing around."

The police officer laughed and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Boys are all bound to be mischievous. But it seems like Sheng Yan can also shoot?"

“Of course.” Huang Shuliang said without hesitation, “He’s a well-known shooting genius in our school, he’s simply amazing.”

Sheng Yan, who had been standing to the side holding the banner for half a day, was so flattered that he was numb and stunned.

He was prepared for Huang Shuliang to question him about cheating or to be berated him for some other reason. But when he got to the office, without saying a word, a very flamboyant banner was shoved into his hand, followed by a ten-minute exchange of compliments and praise.

For a shy high school boy, being scolded for an hour would be better than being embarrassed.

The middle-aged policeman seemed genuinely fond of him. Upon hearing this, he looked at him and said, "You're so physically fit, you can shoot, you have a strong sense of justice, and your father is a public security hero and a martyr in the fight against drugs. Have you ever considered becoming a policeman in the future?"

"Huh?" Holding up the banner, Sheng Yan, his ears burning with embarrassment, looked up. "Can I be a policeman?"

"Of course you can! You're a great candidate to be a policeman." The middle-aged policeman praised without reservation. "Your school is a top-tier high school, so your grades must be excellent. You could get into the China People's Public Security University and become a criminal investigator. Your excellent shooting skills would have a place to shine. Wouldn't that be great?"

The middle-aged policeman genuinely valued talent, but he never expected Sheng Yan to consider it.

After all, it's obvious that this is a spoiled rich kid. These days, which wealthy family would be willing to send their precious son to be a policeman and not inherit such a large family business?

However, Sheng Yan was stunned.

In his mind, the police were like his imagined father—beautiful, noble, and heroic figures. He never felt that he was capable of pursuing such a profession.

But after hearing what this middle-aged policeman said, he seems quite suitable.

I'm a little bit tempted.

Sheng Yan looked at Huang Shuliang tentatively: "Director Huang, is it difficult to get into the China People's Public Security University?"

After a brief silence, Huang Shuliang replied tactfully, "It's alright."

Sheng Yan is full of expectations.

Huang Shuliang: "It's only a few dozen points higher than the first-tier university admission line."

Sheng Yan: "..."

This is making things difficult for Sheng Xiaoyan.

“However…” Sheng Yan thought for a moment, still holding onto hope, and looked at Huang Shuliang, asking earnestly, “Is this university in Beijing?”

"???"

Are you in Beijing?!

Huang Shuliang realized once again how much Sheng Yan disliked studying, and immediately felt a mouthful of blood choke in his throat.

However, you still need to maintain a smile in front of the police: "Yes, in Beijing."

Sheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"???" Huang Shuliang didn't understand. "Do you have a Beijing hukou (household registration)?"

"Oh, I didn't."

Sheng Yan didn't quite understand either.

Huang Shuliang was speechless: "Then what's so good about you?"

"Oh, it's just that Qin Zigui is definitely going to Tsinghua or Peking University anyway, and I want to go to the same city as him." Sheng Yan's instinctive reaction in front of Huang Shuliang was to answer whatever came to mind, without thinking too much about it or feeling anything was wrong.

Lin Qian, who was passing by after getting water outside the door, suddenly dropped the pink to the ground with a thud.

She turned around and stared blankly at Qin Zigui.

Qin Zigui, holding a bottle of cold medicine, said expressionlessly, "Your water bottle is of good quality."

Lin Qian: "...Thank you for the compliment."

These days, if you're not lucky, you don't dare to bump into things recklessly.

Author's Note: Lin Qian: Thanks for the invitation. The CP is great, but it uses up a lot of water.