Thanks to the advancement of technology, things like "drawing lots" have become extremely simple.
You can directly use the WeChat applet to complete the lottery. Those who don’t want to go can choose not to participate in the lottery. No matter how good Baisong is, some people don’t like it, and some people want to slack off and don’t want to be controlled by others, so whether you want to participate in the lottery is voluntary.
The leaders here didn't think about it. Bai Song had a few words with them. Everyone was so enthusiastic that they just let it go. It wasn't a big deal anyway.
The mini program lottery was started directly in the class group. In less than a minute, five people were selected. The selected teenagers became extremely excited, and some even whistled.
"Quiet, those who drew the lot, please stand up," said Bai Song.
Following Bai Song's voice, the five boys quickly stood up.
"Okay," Bai Song had a good memory. He remembered the appearance of the five people after just a glance. He nodded and prepared to leave. It would be inappropriate for him to stay any longer.
But now, many people are not happy, especially the more than 20 girls, none of whom got the lottery. In fact, this probability is normal, the ratio of male to female in the police academy is 7 to 1.
But after the girls said this, Bai Song had no choice but to ask the girls to pick one person out specifically, because for the police station, too many people would never be too many.
In less than half a minute, the girls' draw was over. Bai Song took a look and saw that it was a short girl. He nodded and left the venue directly.
When Political Commissar Yan saw Bai Song, he hurried over to ask how many people there were. When he heard Bai Song say six people, he immediately gave Bai Song a thumbs up and asked, "How many men?"
"Five."
"That's good, the men can work overtime." Political Commissar Yan was afraid that Bai Song would be popular with the girls and bring five junior sisters over directly, and then he would have to be relegated to the office work.
From the previous treatment of Liu Lifeng and Wang Di, we can tell that the boys are really used as official police officers.
After waiting outside for about half an hour, the six people in Bai Song's team were assigned and were waiting for the two people in one of the offices.
Today is Saturday and there is not much else going on in the branch, so the arrangements were made relatively quickly. If Bai Song hadn't intervened, it might have been even faster.
Today, Bai Song and Political Commissar Yan drove two cars here, which was more than enough to carry six people.
"This reminds me of when I first started working, it was our instructor who drove to pick me up," Bai Song said.
"Is there an instructor in Tianhua Police Station?" Political Commissar Yan was a little confused.
"When I first started working, I was at the section level, and now I am at the deputy director level."
"Oh, so," Political Commissar Yan said, "How do you feel now? Are you getting old? You've already come to pick someone up."
"Not bad, not bad," Bai Song laughed, "Let's go pick them up."
There were six new people, five boys, two of whom were from Baisong, Shandong Province, one was Zhang Cheng, the other was Li Junfeng, the other three were Wang Xiaohao from southern Xinjiang Province, one was Wei Yingfa from Heilongjiang Province in the northeast, and the other was from the west, Hawule Reimu Mamat, generally called Hawule, which means "strong and fierce". The girl was Zhang Ning, from southern Hunan, probably less than 160cm tall, and looked very petite.
Normally, the Police Academy requires female students to be over 160cm tall, but Zhang Ning looks a little shorter, so of course Bai Song wouldn't ask about this.
After getting to know each other for a while, I found that these students are quite unique. Zhang Cheng and Li Junfeng are both civil servants, they have good family backgrounds, study hard, and respect Bai Song very much. It seems that they have been receiving such education since childhood.
Wang Zihao's hairstyle is not very formal, it is at the limit of what the police academy can allow, with a little bit of curls, and he looks like a person with more personality; Wei Yingfa is a handsome mixed-race guy, very fair-skinned, about 181 cm tall, with slightly blue eyes, and it is said that his grandmother is European; Hawule is a person who loves fitness, with a stronger body than Baisong, and speaks very good Mandarin.
As for Zhang Ning, Bai Song didn't remember anything else but one characteristic: this girl was actually allergic to chlorpheniramine.
Overall, this team is quite interesting.
"Let's go back to the station first and arrange accommodation for you," said Political Commissar Yan. "Except for Ha Wuer who has come back for dinner, please let me know if there are any special circumstances for other people."
On the way back, Political Commissar Yan arranged for Hawul to eat at a nearby green-branded restaurant, which the police station would reimburse. The others ate at the cafeteria as usual, and there were no additional requirements.
Bai Song drove and chatted with Zhang Cheng, Li Junfeng and Wang Zihao all the way, and introduced the situation of the police station.
According to the previous discussion between Bai Song and Political Commissar Yan, Bai Song will only take Ha Wuer with him, and the other five people will be assigned to other groups. Because Ha Wuer may have a harder time getting involved in grassroots work, Bai Song will take care of him alone, and the others will go to other groups first, so that they can have more contact together if they have the opportunity.
After returning, Political Commissar Yan first held a meeting with these students, and then arranged for two clerks, one male and one female, to arrange accommodation and other arrangements for the interns.
This internship is quite pleasant. Today is Saturday and tomorrow is Sunday. I don’t have to go to work and can do whatever I want after all the arrangements are made.
"Brother," Ha Wuer started to talk more after he and Bai Song were alone together: "I heard from many classmates that you are very good."
"Hmm?" Bai Song was taking Ha Wuer to the green-branded restaurant next door. "What?"
"They said," Hawul made a hook punch gesture, "They said you are a good fighter."
"Who said that..." Bai Song was a little helpless: "Why would we talk about this?"
"I especially admire people who can fight!" Ha Wuer said, "When I go back, I must join the SWAT team!"
"I'm sure you'll be fine," Bai Song pinched Hawule's shoulders and arms, finding them very strong, and felt deeply moved.
When he was 20 years old, he definitely didn't have this much muscle mass. It should be said that the difference is too great! Even now, in terms of dimensions alone, he can't compare. Of course, actual combat is another matter.
"Brother, please teach me when you have time," Hawule said.
"Didn't anyone teach you in school?" Bai Song knew that many teachers who taught grappling and Sanda at the Police College had once said they were national champions or Olympic medalists.
"Yes," Ha Wuer said, "but there are few opportunities for one-on-one learning. The teachers in the school are also very good."
"It's not easy to get a job," Bai Song said, "It doesn't matter if you practice less, just learn more about public security. If you want to join the SWAT team in the future, your experience in the police station will be zero, so it's a good idea to learn more here."
"What can the police station learn?" Hawule was a little disapproving.
In his eyes, SWAT is the biggest, criminal police is second, and police station is last.
"I also need to come to the police station to learn more, why don't you need it?" Bai Song asked back.
"Ah?" Ha Wuer thought seriously and said, "Okay, my senior brother and I will study hard."
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