Who would sing birthday songs at a teacher appreciation banquet? Team B agents sang them.

Don't sing too loudly, because the diners are all looking around to see which old gentleman is celebrating his 60th birthday. Fang Zhenyue covered his eyes with his hands, pretending that he didn't see it, and just pretended that it wasn't his own person who was lost.

Who would give gifts as if they were ambushing a murderer? Team B agents did it!

Hiding gifts is like hiding guns. After the birthday song was sung, they quickly took out the packaging boxes from hidden places under the table, in the corners of the counter, and under the chairs, slapped them on the table, and then fired shots in unison:

"Brother Yue, thank you for taking care of me for so many years!"

"Sir Fang, congratulations on your promotion!"

"Brother Yue, thank you for teaching me how to behave!"

"Sir Fang, it's a pleasure to work with you for so many years!"

"Brother Yue, I love you——" Don't doubt it, this is Jiaming shouting.

Fang Zhenyue wanted to crawl under the table. Chasing the most domineering murderer has never made him so scared. His face

flushed red, he covered his eyes, he really couldn't let everyone see his eyes, and his expression was completely covered, it would be best if he could find a crack in the ground to escape.

Unfortunately, he couldn't.

Although the corners of his mouth were pulled to the sides, he didn't admit that he was smiling.

Definitely not smiling.

...

Half an hour later, Fang Zhenyue returned to his jeep with a bunch of gifts like a child who had just attended his own birthday party.

The back seat of the car was filled with gifts. Fortunately, because all members of Group B were on vacation in the afternoon, everyone went out to play and did not have to take Brother Yue's car home, otherwise there would be no place for people to sit - he was reluctant to put these gifts in the trunk.

In the afternoon, he went home and unpacked the gifts one by one:

Sanfu gave him a pair of flip-flops, wishing him success in his career;

Uncle Jiu gave him a belt, wishing him safety and longevity, wishing him a long life, health and happiness;

Madam Qiu gave him a tie, asking him to pay more attention to his appearance, and to wear a suit shirt, tie and leather shoes as an inspector in the future, so that the detectives under him would not get tired of his weird outfits...

In the end, he finally got a flat rectangular box, neatly wrapped in red wrapping paper, with a big and beautiful bow. He

tore open the wrapping paper, and inside was a dark red stand-up collar shirt that was packed very beautifully, which he took out and shook open.

Putting all the things aside, crossing my arms and pulling my T-shirt up, I took off the clothes I was wearing. After throwing them away, I picked up the new shirt, put it on carefully, and buttoned it up one by one.

I walked to the full-length mirror and turned around to look at myself. It was solemn and seductive, formal and lazy... It was really a wonderful shirt.

I walked around the house and wanted to take it off and send it to the dry cleaner, but changed my mind after sitting for a while.

I turned back to look through the packaging box. Sure enough, there was a greeting card inside, and a small note that didn't quite match the gift.

Let's look at the greeting card first. Jiayi's beautiful handwriting already has some frivolity:

[Thank you to my workplace guide, my mentor Fangzhen Inspector Yue, for your help in the past few months.

I wish Brother Yue all the best and all your wishes come true!

——Agent Yi Jiayi (Yi Jiayi Shazhan in a few days-v-)】

couldn't help laughing.

Fang Zhenyue shook the card and looked at the out-of-place note again.

The handwriting on it was not Yi Jiayi's, it was more delicate and more astringent, and it was hastily written:

[My sister spent half a month's salary to buy a generous gift...]

After reading this, he reached out and touched the soft and delicate shirt, and his shoulders relaxed because of the sudden warm mood.

He read the second half of the sentence: [I wish Brother Yue's dream come true! ——The Yi family is the same]

A dream come true...

...

In the evening, the Yi family prepared another big meal.

Sun Xin was going to live in the dormitory, so he couldn't eat meat and fish every day. Yi Jiadong was afraid that the teenager he had just raised to be strong would become thin again, so he stewed meat and made soup. He sat next to Sun Xin and supervised him eating meat and drinking soup.

When Fang Zhenyue came over, he just caught up with this big meal, so he was happy and full again.

Jiayi asked curiously: "Isn't Brother Yue also on vacation this afternoon? Why did you rush to Sham Shui Po for dinner? Did you happen to be nearby this afternoon?"

"I'm sending Sun Xin to the artist training class tonight, so I must bring a lot of things. I'll drive you there in my jeep." Of course he came here on purpose, and he had nothing else to do anyway...

"Thank you, Brother Yue." Jiayi's smile came especially quickly, and instantly it was as bright as midsummer. Patting Sun Xin on the shoulder, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Hurry up and thank Brother Yue."

"Thank you, Brother Yue." Sun Xin was like a parrot.

So, that night, the TVB Artist Training Class dormitory was open for check-in, and Sun Xin brought his family with him.

Others went through the admission procedures alone, accompanied by a friend or relative at most, but Sun Xin came with a car.

To save Sun Xin's face, when his roommates asked, everyone answered that they were friends.

Even the twelve-year-old Jiajun straightened his back and answered seriously that he was Sun Xin's good friend. Looking at this little guy, his roommates couldn't help but wonder: If this is also a good friend, then he must be a friend who plays pachinko together, right?

Yi Jiadong helped Sun Xin tidy up the bed and the sundries, Fang Zhenyue handed cigarettes to Sun Xin's roommates to chat, Jiayi stood at the door and looked around, watching her elder brother and brother Yue take care of domestic affairs and foreign affairs respectively, and she felt a sense of security in her heart.

When the whole family left, Sun Xin sat on the new bed and watched his relatives and friends leave eagerly.

No matter how Yi Jiadong tried to stop him from seeing them off, he would obey and not see them off - even if his eyes were full of reluctance, as if he was about to leave and follow everyone back to Yiji.

...

That night, after Jiaru and Jiayi lay down on the bed, they were still wondering if Sun Xin could get along well with his roommates.

I was afraid that Sun Xin would be excluded for being silent, and I was also afraid that he would be bullied for being too talkative... Yiji had a room full of people, and even the youngest Jiajun was sent away, and no one was worried, except Doufuzi.

His personality was too soft, and people couldn't let him go.

So, the next night, Uncle Jiu was asked to drive to the artist training class to deliver sausages and canned food to Sun Xin, and to check on whether he had adapted to the first day of school.

On the third night, You Shazhan from Group A was asked to drive to the artist training class to deliver roast duck and ice cream to Sun Xin. The roast duck was the largest, and there were 8 cups of ice cream, which were given to Sun Xin to treat his roommates as a midnight snack.

After making sure that the tofu had adapted and his mood was stable, You Zhaohua complained that there was no mapo tofu to eat now. Sun Xin embarrassedly lowered his head, and You Zhaohua patted his shoulder and sent him back to the dormitory. On the way, they agreed to eat Sun Xin's handmade mapo tofu again in half a year.

On the fourth day, it was Tan Sanfu who came. Sanfu, who had no car, simply drove the small police car that the unlucky Tu Guisheng in the Portland Street fruit corpse case gave to the Serious Case B Team.

Sanfu stood under the streetlight with his legs crossed, leaning against the police car. Two minutes later, Sun Xin came with a red face and sweat on his forehead. It turned out that he went for a night run with his roommates after class.

Standing under the streetlight, not only were the beads of sweat sparkling, but even Sun Xin's puppy-like eyes were sparkling.

Sanfu first handed Sun Xin a box of egg tarts, "Brother Jiadong prepared a midnight snack for you and your roommates."

He then took out a stack of money from his pocket. They were all small change. Jiayi went to the bank to exchange them for Sun Xin so that he could put them in his pocket to buy some snacks and small things at any time, which was more convenient.

Sun Xin held the money in his hand, his lips stuck together and he couldn't speak.

Sanfu patted Sun Xin on the shoulder and took out a small tape recorder from another pocket, with two cassettes attached, one was a collection of current pop songs, and the other was a light music album to help with sleep. When a group of people live together, they often interfere with each other. If Sun Xin is annoyed by his roommates’ noise, he can listen to pop songs while reading or daydreaming, or listen to light music while sleeping.

Sun Xin held the money, the tape recorder, and the cassettes together in his hands, and his eyes became more moist.

He was obviously a guy of the same height as Sanfu, and these days he had a good meal, his shoulders became broader, and the masculine lines of his jaw became clearer, but he still looked timid, and he still looked like a young man.

"Eleventh sister told you not to learn to smoke and drink. Be generous, don't save the money, treat your roommates to snacks when you have nothing to do, and spend it on making friends. You also keep these two boxes of cigarettes, look back and see which teacher smokes, and give them to the teacher when the class is over. Just say thank you teacher, you have worked hard, this small gift is not a respect, do you understand?" Sanfu took out two more boxes of cigarettes and stuffed them into Sun Xin's pocket.

Sun Xin thought about it and nodded.

"Go back. Remember the phone numbers of Group B and Yi Ji. If it's inconvenient to call Jiadong, call Group B to find us. Eleven, Liu Jiaming, Gary, Uncle Jiu and I are all still here." Sanfu said, and thought for a moment. He thought Sun Xin probably wouldn't call even if he had something to do, so he changed his words and said,

"Call Yi Jiadong every three days so that everyone won't worry about you."

"Got it." Sun Xin nodded, and after a while he raised his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm an adult, I can take care of myself."

Although he didn't take good care of himself after his parents passed away,

he has learned a lot from being immersed in Yi Ji for a few months. He won't suffer a loss or do anything wrong.

"Well, that's good. Just study without distraction. Give it a try, and you will achieve great things in the future." Sanfu kicked the stones at his feet and walked Sun Xin to the dormitory building. He nodded and watched Sun Xin go in, then turned back to the police car and left in a "majestic and majestic" manner.

The always high-profile Officer Tan did not forget to turn on the police lights and sirens when he came to see Doufuzai, as if to remind Sun Xin's roommate that this kid is under the protection of the serious crime team and cannot be bullied.

Sun Xin seemed not to be an orphan passer-by in this bustling city, but a particularly pampered baby.

In a few days, Jiayi mobilized all colleagues with cars to support him. In this way, even if Sun Xin did not speak Cantonese well, even if Sun Xin came from the mainland to learn, would he adapt?

In the next few days, although the detectives of Team B did not receive any major cases, they were still very busy.

Jiayi passed the interview for the SAR Exhibition smoothly. When she received the notice, she also saw some comments written by her seniors. From

Sister Yan, Madam Qiu Susan, Brother Da Guangming, Forensic Officer Xu Sir, Brother Rick from Central Police Station, Expert Tannen, and of course, Inspector Fang Zhenyue, who wrote the longest and most exaggerated one that made Jiayi blush and embarrassed.

She did not cry when she received the promotion order, but she could not hold back her tears when she saw these comments.

People pursue many things in their lives, such as money, love, freedom, etc. There are countless poems about these contents from ancient times to the present. But in reality, what is more difficult to express, but more difficult to abandon, is recognition.

In marriage, sometimes you fight for the other person's words "thank you for your hard work, thank you for all you have done for this family"; in the workplace, what makes you happiest after staying up late at night may not be the salary, but the boss and colleagues saying "you are so great, so capable, so excellent"; in the process of growing up, what you have been chasing and waiting for may be just a sentence from your parents "you are such a good child" or "you are so smart"...

The community you are in recognizes you, and those moments of hard work, memories of hard work, and so on are all sublimated at this moment, turning into the power of the heart beating the drum, bang bang bang bang.

When I returned to the office of Team B, Brother Yue was leading everyone to review their past work, and Jiayi bowed to Brother Yue and other senior agents.

Turning around and knocking on the door of Qiu Susan's office, Jiayi bowed to Madam...

In the blink of an eye, the little clerk in the administrative office has become the new sergeant of the Serious Case B Team.

How fast time flies is really shocking.

Qiu Susan stood in the B team office with her hands on her waist to organize a dinner party. This time, it was to celebrate the Eleventh Sergeant.

"From now on, everyone can no longer call me 'Little Eleven', you have to call me Eleventh Sister." Qiu Susan raised her eyebrows at Uncle Jiu and others. "I have called her

Eleventh Sister for a long time." Jiaming leaned over his desk and shouted first.

"I call her Eleventh Sister, and she calls me Uncle Jiu. We call each other by our own names." Uncle Jiu chewed his small wooden stick. "Please

give me more advice in the future, Eleventh Sister." Sanfu lowered his eyebrows, his heart full of emotion.

We have been through life and death together, and have also experienced trials and competitions. We have walked through wind and rain, and now we are standing in a sunny office, and we still have to continue to walk side by side.

Everyone fist bumped and shook hands.

The future will be the same. Let's follow those eight words: learn together and grow together.

Jiayi did not forget Xu Shaowei who was sitting in the corner watching everyone, "Today at noon, I also celebrate your joining Group B."

"Eleventh sister." Xu Shaowei stood up from behind his new desk in the innermost corner of the office and walked to everyone. He was still a little restrained, but he also tried to smile at everyone, trying to fit in and try to be accepted.

"In the future, touch the gun less and be more calm. Be less impulsive and think twice before acting." Jiayi patted his waist to let him relax, and also signaled him not to be so nervous guarding his gun.

"Yes, madam!" Xu Shaowei did feel a little uncomfortable when she patted his holster, but he still held back and let her pat him, standing straight to respond to her instructions.

Jiayi nodded.

Liu Jiaming watched the two of them interacting, and couldn't help but stand up as well, saluted and said, "Yes, madam."

Gary also followed suit and stood in military posture, saluted and said loudly, "Yes, madam."

Uncle Jiu and Sanfu followed suit and saluted

one after another. Jiayi's heart was surging, and she looked around and nodded to everyone.

From this day on, her identity changed. She accepted this salute, and she also had to take responsibility for everyone's safety at work and their future. She

held up her chest, which was not particularly thick but equally reliable, and raised her head slightly, facing the light, ready to face more challenges.

Take a deep breath.

Yi Shazhan, we must do better in the future.