Chapter 7 Teacher Li doesn't buy it

Jian Ruo was stunned for a moment.

The camera clearly captured his cold, almost indifferent look as he wiped Huo Jinze's tears.

Why were there such clear cameras in the 90s?

If he had known that he would be filmed for study, he would have acted out the whole thing when he was trying to get the truth from him.

Although the idea of ​​time travel is incomprehensible, would Li Changyu think that he is unprofessional?

Jian Ruochen clenched the gift bag in his hand, regret written all over his face. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a smile flash across Guan Yingjun's lips.

Guan Yingjun was wearing a light grey V-neck cashmere sweater with quite loose sleeves. The drawstring of his pure black sports casual pants was visible from under the hem of his sweater. He was wearing a pair of grey-blue sneakers on his feet.

His clothes are plain, but he looks more capable of fighting. Can't afford to offend for the time being...

Jian Ruochen moved a step to the side, a little further away.

As soon as Li Changyu finished watching the video, he saw the protagonist on the screen moving towards the door.

The boy's clothes today fit him well.

The snow-white cotton-padded jacket covers the body, and there is a fluffy fur collar on the hat.

Half of his face was buried in his collar, and the part below his nose was completely covered by the half-raised collar. The upper half of his face that was exposed had already turned red from the heater in the room.

A pair of amber eyes were wide open, with a slightly upturned arc at the corners, and the regret and surprise in them were clearly revealed.

He looks like a well-behaved and clean child.

Li Changyu and Guan Yingjun didn't say anything.

Jian Ruochen decided to take the initiative.

He walked straight forward with the gift bag in hand, "Hello, Mr. Li, I'm Jian Ruochen. I heard that you want to open a new department related to criminal psychology in the school, so I came to visit you today."

Jian Ruochen placed the small gift bag next to Li Changyu and said, "This is our first meeting, and I don't know what you like, so I bought you a small tea tray ornament."

He scratched his cheek with his fingers, and then revealed his true intentions. "I wonder how you feel after watching my video? I am actually interested in criminal psychology, but I have never had the opportunity to study it systematically. Now that you have opened a course, I think I must seize this opportunity and change my major as soon as possible during my freshman year... I wonder if I am qualified to be your student~"

Once the videotape brought by Guan Yingjun was played, he didn't even need to introduce himself.

God-given opportunity!

Guan Yingjun sat on the sofa in the reception area and felt that the rising ending tone of the word "Yeah" was obviously meant to be cute.

Li Changyu has seen more criminals than the average person has seen salt. He is well-known for his integrity and honesty. Many suspects have tried to bribe him with money but have failed.

Can you accept this?

Li Changyu took the gift bag with a smile, opened it and took a look, "Little tea pet, Persimmon?"

Jian Ruochen said: "It's auspicious to wish for good luck."

The etiquette in Hong Kong is more British, and Li Changyu just returned from the United States, so he doesn't like to push the shirking of responsibilities.

He opened it on the spot, and after looking at it, he couldn't let it go and placed it on the portable tea tray on his desk.

Guan Yingjun: …

He looked at Li Changyu and reminded him, "Teacher Li, you haven't answered my question yet."

There are so many suspicious points about Jian Ruochen that he is really not suitable to be your student.

"Wait a minute."

Li Changyu didn't even raise his head, took the kettle in the office to boil water, and prepared to try the little tea pet immediately.

The old man called Jian Ruochen: "Go sit on the sofa, we will talk in detail later."

The difference in attitude is quite obvious.

Jian Ruochen smiled and nodded, then walked towards the sofa.

There are only two sofas in the reception area. A leather jacket is draped over the armrest of the single sofa, and an A4-sized leather bag is placed next to the backrest.

It was obvious at first glance that it was Li Changyu's seat.

Jian Ruochen had no choice but to sit next to Guan Yingjun.

The double sofa is not long and there is a glass coffee table in front of it.

Guan Yingjun couldn't stretch out his long legs, so he had to sit with his legs apart.

As soon as Jian Ruochen sat down, his knees touched the boy's legs, and the momentary touch made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Guan Yingjun frowned, pulled off the backrest, sat back, and reluctantly moved a little further away.

But it was of no use. Jian Ruochen was wearing fluffy clothes. He curled up on the sofa like a ball of cotton. The hem of his clothes pressed against his side, and the heat continued to pass over to him.

Guan Yingjun felt the air was a bit dry, so he put his hands in his pockets and touched the cigarette box.

Jian Ruochen saw through it at a glance, "Want to smoke?"

As soon as he turned his head, the scent of Guan Yingjun filled the air.

The taste of black tea is very strong, rich but not pungent, and it penetrates into the nasal cavity, overwhelming with a sense of aggression.

Jian Ruochen didn't understand, "You don't drink black tea, but you smell like black tea, why?"

Guan Yingjun didn't want to answer, but Jian Ruochen tilted his head and moved closer when he asked the question.

Answer it, and then turn your head back.

Guan Yingjun said calmly: "I smoke black tea cigarettes."

No wonder it tastes like black tea. Guan Yingjun is quite rich; a pack of tea cigarettes costs at least 200 yuan.

200 yuan in the 90s...

Jian Ruochen suddenly asked, "Are you not a police officer from Sham Shui Po Police Station?"

Guan Yingjun glanced sideways.

He didn't respond and the air was extremely quiet.

For a moment, the only sounds in the office were the air conditioner and Li Changyu fiddling with the kettle.

After a long while, he finally spoke, "How did you know?"

"Because of Chen Yunchuan." Jian Ruochen said without hesitation, "A person's accessories and clothing can roughly reflect her family background and salary level. The salary of Sham Shui Po Police Station may be able to support Officer Chen who likes to buy new clothes, but it cannot support a policeman who smokes half a pack of tea cigarettes a day."

Clothes can be worn over time, but cigarettes are consumables.

Li Changyu had boiled the water and was carrying the tea tray when he heard this. He praised happily, "Not bad, you can see the big picture from the small details. Guan Yingjun is the head of the Serious Crime Unit of the Kowloon West Police Station."

Jian Ruochen stood up to help Li Changyu set the tea tray and casually praised: "That's pretty impressive."

Guan Yingjun was unmoved and frowned, saying, "Uncle Li."

How can I reveal my identity directly?

Jian Ruochen was already wary of him.

Now that the position is revealed, how can you test it?

Li Changyu poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Guan Yingjun. "I have watched all three videos, there is no problem. You...are too suspicious."

The old man sighed and advised earnestly, "I know you became like this because you worked undercover for a period of time. But your mission is over, and you still need to live a normal life."

Jian Ruochen pricked up his ears quietly, ready to listen to some secrets.

"Forget it, Uncle Li." Guan Yingjun slowly sipped the green tea in the cup, stood up to get the videotape from the projector, and raised his hand to pick up his windbreaker.

"Uncle Li, let's leave it at that for now. How are you thinking about coming to the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit to be a criminal psychologist?"

Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun and then at Li Changyu. These two people must have a close relationship.

But even if you ask an acquaintance to do something, you have to show some sincerity.

If it were him, he would bring a pound of good tea.

If you just rely on your mouth, a good show can be turned into a bad one.

What's more, since Li Changyu gave up his position in the United States and returned to Hong Kong to be a teacher, it must be because he was not interested in working in the police station.

Otherwise, why not continue to stay in the United States?

As expected, Li Changyu waved his hand and said, "I want to teach. The criminal psychology field in our country has not yet started, but foreign countries are far ahead. It's time to train talents."

Guan Yingjun said bluntly, "The country does not attach importance to criminal psychology, and the employment prospects are average. Except for our West Kowloon Police Station, no other police station is willing to take this step and pay an extra person's salary for nothing."

He paused and said, "Uncle Li, you may not be able to recruit students."

Li Changyu was not angry either. He raised his chin towards Jian Ruochen and asked, "Isn't this it?"

Jian Ruochen's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face. "Teacher Li, do you want me?"

He took the teacup with both hands and poured another cup of tea for Guan Yingjun, saying meaningfully: "I also want to thank Guan Sir for bringing the videotape to show Teacher Li."

Guan Yingjun: Oh, do you really want to make him angry?

He stared into the young man's smiling fox eyes, took the tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Jian Ruochen remained so calm and composed in the face of repeated temptations. His character is truly extraordinary.

Only 19 years old...

Li Changyu said to Guan Yingjun: "Jian Ruochen has a wide range of knowledge and a good foundation. Don't you want a consultant? Recruit him. I will teach him well and use him for you. In this way, I have fulfilled my wish of teaching and educating people, and your West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit will also have a consultant."

Guan Yingjun originally wanted to refuse.

But on second thought, although Jian Ruochen is full of doubts, he does have some abilities. When it comes to interrogation skills alone, there is no one in West Kowloon who can compare to him.

The current situation in Hong Kong is turbulent, with good and bad people mixed together. It is a chaotic time.

He was busy with work, and it was unrealistic for him to keep an eye on Jian Ruochen every day, but it was impossible for him to just leave him alone.

After comprehensive consideration, it turns out that keeping the person by your side and keeping an eye on him is the best solution.

Let’s first see whether Jian Ruochen has had plastic surgery or not.

He had asked his aunt before, the best way to verify whether someone has had plastic surgery is to watch them eat.

People who have undergone full-face plastic surgery cannot use their facial muscles to make much movement, and it will be extremely unnatural when they chew large foods.

He wanted to see how Jian Ruochen ate.

Guan Yingjun glanced at his watch and said, "Uncle Li, are you hungry? Do you want to go to Huangji for brunch? I'll treat you."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jian Ruochen again, "You go too, just treat it as a disciple banquet."

Jian Ruochen snorted, "You said it was a master's banquet, how can I let you treat me?"

If he hadn't seen that Guan Yingjun disdained to deal with social relationships, he would have thought that this man was deliberately trying to trick him.

He also mentioned the most expensive Huangji!

Fortunately, he is super rich now, otherwise he would want to punch Guan Yingjun twice.

Guan Yingjun was standing in the air-conditioned room wearing a windbreaker, and he was sweating all over in just a few minutes.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Consider me the matchmaker. If it weren't for the videotape I brought, Uncle Li wouldn't have accepted a student so quickly. You gave me tea, so of course I have to treat you."

Jian Ruochen: ...

There are such shameless people in this world.

No wonder there are gangsters in Hong Kong movies who say: "Some policemen, after taking off their police uniforms and putting on plain clothes, act even more gangster-like than gangsters. 】

"Okay." Jian Ruochen wrapped herself in a light yellow cashmere scarf and said in a muffled voice, "Then I'd rather obey than be respectful."

Li Changyu urged: "Yes, let's order shark fin porridge first. He will be so full that he can't afford to smoke."

Guan Yingjun walked out of the office building, took out a long tea cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a match.

Handling cases is stressful and tiring, so it is common for criminal police to smoke to stay alert.

A gust of cold wind blew the smoke ring in front of Jian Ruochen.

Guan Yingjun flicked out the match, waved away the cigarette that was floating in front of Jian Ruochen, and said as he walked, "My car is parked in front of your school. It's a short walk."

Jian Ruochen put his hands together and said, "Yeah."

Li Changyu urged, "It's freezing, hurry up."

Jian Ruochen was dressed warmly, with three layers inside and three layers outside, and when he walked he looked like a marshmallow tossing in the wind.

His hair and clothes were all white, making the goose yellow scarf around his neck particularly eye-catching.

It was so conspicuous that Jiang Hanyu, who was standing at the school gate, saw the touch of goose yellow at a glance.

Soft and warm.

Jiang Hanyu glanced at the tall man standing beside Jian Ruochen and smoking, and took a step forward, "Brother."

His voice was neither high nor low, and the tone fell to the ground before it could float away in the cold wind.

Jane Ruochen heard it.

Jiang Hanyu had no choice but to run in front of Jian Ruochen and block his path, "Brother Ruochen."

Jian Ruochen stopped and looked up.