After a whole night’s reflection, Chu River was no longer as angry. At this mont, she nodded in understanding:
"When you have ti, rember to ssage , let’s continue our practice."
She didn’t need to remind him; Fang Zhou would do it.
This training thod, where he could clearly feel himself becoming stronger, although the process was unbearable, distorting his face in the dead of night, nearly grinding his molar...
But there was no denying that it was truly effective.
...
Chu River also needed to go to work.
A day’s leave passed quickly, and on the weekend, only one person staffed the household registration departnt, leaving Sister Hong i with plenty of ti to visit Chu River with a bag of hot candied chestnuts.
The young girl eats with such relish that anyone at the office would want to bring her so food whenever they talk to her.
Like the director, whose drawer still hid two packs of marinated chicken feet!
"Little Chu, how did yesterday’s eting go?"
Thinking about the chance encounter with Chang Geng, Chu River felt sincerely grateful to Sister Hong i, though she couldn’t afford the expected relationship. Yet to say this directly seed too hurtful, so...
She decided to skirt the issue using the Spring and Autumn Pen Technique, distilling it into one key point.
"Talking about feelings doesn’t make sense, it’s not suitable. But we did have a fight, and the sparring was quite enjoyable."
Sister Hong i: ...
She felt quite lancholy.
Even the chestnuts lost their flavor.
...
She worriedly returned to the office and picked up the phone to call Fang Zhou’s mother.
"Yu Shu, it seems the introduction this ti didn’t work out either."
Recalling what Little Chu had just said gave her a headache—who in the whole police station didn’t know how good Little Chu’s skills were and how easily she could handle several strong middle-aged n?
If it really ca to a fight, Fang Zhou, with his job escorting vehicles, might not be able to handle it.
However, her good sister Yu Shu was puzzled on the other end.
"How could that be? That brat seed quite cheerful after coming ho last night, said the two really hit it off—they spent from morning till night together, surely they hit it off! Otherwise, he would have just had a al and left!"
She knew that brat’s behavior all too well!
Huh?
Now Sister Hong i was puzzled.
She repeated Chu River’s words to the other side. Her good sister on the other end pondered for a mont before sighing:
"I get it!"
"Hong i, we all got it wrong before. That brat keeps his mouth shut, turns out he likes this kind of girl!"
If they had known earlier, seeing Fang Zhou so quiet and reserved, they had introduced him to shy ones, lively ones, straightforward ones... But none of them were fighters!
Sister Hong i instantly understood:
"Oh! Exactly! Previously, I thought the sa system would be too hard on two people without a family, I wouldn’t have suggested it if Little Chu didn’t seem nice... Who knew your Fang Zhou liked girls who could fight!"
If only they’d known earlier, there were many excellent female officers in the police system back then!
Revisiting Chu River’s earlier words, the two of them understood now.
Generally, being randomly hit, a girl would surely be angry, but she seed quite happy.
—There’s definitely chemistry!
...
Feeling the chemistry, Chu River handled another fight incident in the morning.
Two cars rear-ended each other. The cars were sent to the traffic police team, but the two drivers fought fiercely, each threatening the other, so the traffic police took them directly to the police station for diation.
In her spare ti, instead of enjoying snacks with her legs crossed, she carefully recalled the missing docunt and contemplated what Fang Zhou needed for evidence collection.
Caras.
USB drives.
She still had to obtain more evidence through his computer and phone.
Oh, and don’t forget. Disguise.
Fang Zhou had fair skin and a good deanor, making undercover work unlikely for him.
But he took performance classes seriously, his disguises were straightforward, a long scar on his face was slashed with a sterilized nail by himself.
Virtually disfigured.
Even the mole on his forehead was removed, his eyelids regularly glued up... Unfortunately, he didn’t notice the red mole on the inside of his wrist.
When he saved the girl harassed by a drunkard that year, she held on to his arm.
And for those daring murderers and arsonists, evidence didn’t need to be solid, just existent.
Beyond that, they had their own thods.
...
So this ti, the technical requirents for needed materials weren’t high, but any kind required materials and money.
However, Chu River already inquired yesterday—
Fang Zhou couldn’t say he was broke; he’d worked for years and had no other expenses, saving up 300,000.
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