What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

"I always feel..." Muku looked at Feng who was handling official business with a smile on his face, "Feng, you have become strange since the horses came back."

"Huh? Is there any?"

Feng picked up the bright red stamp and poked vigorously on several action charters.

"Maybe I have someone I like?"

"Oh that's it," Muku paused for a second, "What!"

She flipped over two desktops full of documents, and flew in front of Feng.

"Are you going to get married! What about the job?... No, it's true that the aunt will let the other party marry, but."

"...Is your thinking jumping too much?" Feng tugged at her dangling little toe, "I just realized it a little bit recently."

"But," Muku danced, "Aren't you the type, Feng, who immediately runs over to someone you like, pinches the other person's chin and says 'marry'? ... And who could it be? Could it be that Kurosaki recently made What kind of trick?"

"It sounds more like a plot where bad guys rob civilian girls. What strange TV series have you watched recently?" Feng's head was full of black lines. "And I'm still in the rising stage of my career. It's very difficult to get married."

"So you want to fall in love!"

Mu was shocked and covered his face, he didn't expect that Feng would be the first single out of the singles in the same period of their police academy!

You know, in this class of theirs, except for the squad leader Date who brought his own girlfriend, everyone so far—

All are single!

"What, Feng, do you want to fall in love? With whom? Is it from the police system!"

A small door in the corner of the office suddenly opened, revealing an almost savage face.

"Isn't it time for the head of the class to come forward?" the unshaven savage touched his chin, "Let me go to the other party's superior, and then said in a drawn-out tone, 'The mountain village in our class, I will entrust your xxx a lot Take care of that."

He looked almost eager to try.

Due to well-known reasons, such as hard work, ordinary salary, dangerous life, etc., the police have always been in the marriage market. There is a little trouble, especially overtime brought by various emergencies, which is often the culprit for couples breaking up.

This also led to the creation of a pair of improvised conversations within the police system.

And once the love affair is exposed, the woman's superior will often find the man's department and put on a ferocious face that cannot be rejected: "I heard that you have a brat who kidnapped xxx from our department, you don't just want to play, do you? "

Under such pressure, couples walked into the door of marriage.

It's really gratifying... What a fart!

"I don't want this kind of future!" Lu gasped, "This is already the way of the last era, don't make it look like the police are unsalable goods."

"But in fact," Ri Xiatang pushed his glasses, "I'm 57 years old, so I don't have a partner. The former section chief is [-], so I don't have a partner. All the members of our class, all the members below the police department, have no target."

After all, compared with other departments, Search Section [-] still has the tradition of airplane heads and bald heads.

"But if it's Feng," he mused, "it seems more likely that other superiors will come to talk to me. Feng, you have to take responsibility."

"Compared to this," Feng covered his nose with the document, "Who are you! You're so sloppy!"

When Ri Xiatang took a shower after shaving, tied the excess hair into a low ponytail, and reappeared in front of Feng and Ling, it was already half an hour later.

"So you have a beard."

Feng sighed.

Unlike the rough martial arts faction, Ri Xiatang is usually a person who likes to eat sweets and is a bit refined, even a bit of a jerk, and always pays attention to his personal hygiene.

"It's too rude, I'm the head of the class, right?"

"The section chief who is helping the subordinates who have just finished their vacation is not qualified to say that," Feng pressed down on Ri Xiatang's notebook, "If you dare to put this information into my file, you will die gone."

Ri Xiatang's computer has a set of information files he has sorted out himself, all of which are electronic materials, and it also includes all the information of the people who searched the fourth section, and even details whether they are stuck in the morning or arrive early.

"Okay, if you don't let it go, don't let it go." He closed the notebook aggrieved.

Emotional relationship is obviously also important information.

"Finally off work!" Mu stretched his waist in front of the elevator, "By the way, Feng, you haven't told me who it is yet?"

...I can't say that I seem to like Jing Guang's brother, can I?Feng always thought it was weird to say that.

"No way," leaned in front of Feng and swayed from side to side, as if he had discovered a new world, "Feng, you are actually shy."

She poked Maple's pink cheeks.

"Don't touch," Feng pressed Muling's finger, "the elevator is here."

Ding dong, the elevator door opened, and there were actually two acquaintances standing inside.

"Hagiwara, Matsuda?!" Muku opened his eyes wide and looked at his watch, "You guys just got off work too."

"There is no way. I have to complete the task of the mobile team and find time to investigate the bomber/bomber. Before I know it, it's so late."

Hagiwara spread his hands.

"It's such a coincidence, do you want to have supper together?"

So several people sat together in the barbecue restaurant.

Prickly, as soon as the snow-patterned beef was put on the grill, it was roasted to produce clear oil like drops of water, which fell on the fruit charcoal at the bottom, and a burst of flames arose.

"You can't even barbecue, can you?"

Matsuda watched in horror as Feng calmly tried to turn the meat over with iron tongs. He felt that he was not so nervous when dismantling the bomb, and the flames were almost burning to the eyebrows.

"Forget it, let me replace it."

Finally, he couldn't bear to suffer this torture for a piece of beef. He snatched the clip and turned over neatly. Although the movements were similar, the frightening bursts of flames disappeared.

On the other side, Hagiwara and Muku ate more harmoniously. Compared with the surprise here, they even had the time to grill an extra prawn.

"I heard that you have suddenly changed the head of the fourth search section? And...the staff has changed a lot recently."

Using the freshly roasted wagyu beef as a bribe, Hagiwara frowned and asked.

Everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department has learned to investigate. No matter how calm the surface is, they can't hide it for too long, especially the recent turmoil in the search of Section [-] seems to have spread to other departments.

"I heard there are rumors from the Ministry of Public Security."

Mu put up two fingers: "This is important information, at least two pieces?"

"No problem." Hagiwara also sent the piece reserved for himself, "Do you want some chili powder?"

"No need—I'm not Feng." Lingu glanced at it, and the two people over there really added food like spicy people, and lowered their voices, "Actually, it should be the ghost."

"Your teacher?" Hagiwara frowned.

"Shh." Mulu nodded while silent, "Actually, there should be more than one of them, but he is undoubtedly the biggest fish."

"I've also heard about it," Hagiwara covered his mouth and thought deeply, "I heard that someone even leaked the undercover of the Ministry of Public Security. Could it be your section chief?"

"I don't know. Afterwards, all the information was sealed by the team leader—that is, my current section leader, Ri Xiatang. With his ability, it is difficult for others to decipher it from the technical level. However, I think Feng may know some inside information. .”

Muku pointed to Kaede who was talking to the waiter.

"Do you want to drink?" Matsuda took a sip of barley tea, "Order me a cup too, hey, Hagi, do you want some?"

"A glass of bourbon with ice," Feng ordered for several people, "and then a glass of Scotch and a glass of rye, also with ice."

"I'll forget it." Hearing the name of the drink, Muling, who has a moderate capacity for alcohol, hastily waved his hands and refused.

"That's it!" Feng closed the menu.

"Why do you suddenly want to drink whiskey?" Matsuda was curious, "I remember that you don't particularly like pure spirits."

"Maybe... I found out that some guys, good people don't do it, they want to be a bottle of wine."

Feng smiled.

Ling accompanied the slightly drunk Feng back to the Qingshui apartment. At the door of the apartment, he met Ming Piaoqiuren who had also finished working overtime.

"Have you two been drinking?"

The old father frowned.

"I'm the only one who drank a little," Feng gestured with his thumb and index finger, "Uncle Qiu Ren came to pick him up, right?"

"...Yes," he sighed, got out of the car, and knocked on Feng's head, "Remember to lock the door, set the alarm clock, and drink plenty of water."

"understood--"

Closed the door in front of Ming Piaoqiu, Fengcai saw Ming Piao's father and daughter leaving outside the window, and waved goodbye to Ming Piao slightly.

Then in the window, she found a card and opened it curiously.

【Your Excellency Feng has worked hard all this time.

——Kotaro, stay. 】

Childish, serious handwriting.

Feng laughed, maybe Xiaotaro wanted to use this method to cheer himself up because he saw that he was too busy to stay at night some time ago, and he worked overtime every day recently.

With a little alcohol, she dug out the unused pen and paper in the room, thought about it for a long time, and wrote it seriously.

[Thank you General for your encouragement, I will continue to work hard in the future!

——Yamamura Feng, stay. 】

After finishing writing, she held her chin and smiled for a while, how cute, Kotaro.

When she came back to her senses, Feng found that she had already taken photos of the two cards and sent them to a contact.

...Just wanting to share something, she took a deep breath, fully awake, and sent a photo to Mukuya as if to make up for it.

But Muling is still in Uncle Qiu Ren's car, so he probably doesn't know how to play with his mobile phone.

With a ding-dong sound, the screen turned on, and Feng felt as if his heart had missed a beat.

[Mr. Xiaotaro should be the boy upstairs from Fengsang, right?It is a lucky thing to be thanked by such a child.

And, very cute, both. 】

She seems to be screwed.