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Youthful Days A time as beautiful as flowers, the Flowing White Garment era, a wonderful university life.
In fact, it was just something from before I woke up.
By the time I started implementing my plan, my junior year courses were already completed. The people around me were casually beginning to make plans for the future. Some were preparing for graduate school, while others pondered the direction of their lives. Honestly, there wasn't much to think about; unless your purpose for studying was the same as mine—to attract handsome guys—if you couldn't stay on as a teacher, you would have to go to the front lines to fight against Criminals.
Before studying this, I thought this knowledge would be very useful for me. After learning it, I realized that Criminal Investigation is actually quite interesting.
To put it simply, what I study is knowledge related to crime and the methods of uncovering the truth and identifying criminals. In fact, what we do is similar to what Guo Juxia and his team from Six Doors do; it's just that our methods are more advanced, scientific, and sophisticated.
Our curriculum is the most diverse and action-oriented among all departments in the school. Just by opening my mouth to give examples, I can list Criminal Justice, Criminal Psychology, Criminal Photography, Crime Scene Sketching, Forensic Science, Forensic Chemistry, Interrogation Studies, and a long string of others, not including general courses.
It's intense because many of these subjects are closely related to crime scenes. However, since this is still a school environment, although we have been on-site and seen corpses, the instances are not frequent. We also learn shooting and Capture Enemy Fist.
With a pragmatic approach to studying and a relentless spirit typical of top students, combined with a string of Cheat Skills I learned on my own, many instructors regard me favorably, believing I am a promising candidate for a future Super Policewoman.
If they knew that my hard work was for what purpose, each one would probably spit blood in shock.
There's no helping it; a strong-willed girl at a foolish age is like a mad dog clinging to a bone—unrelenting once she has made up her mind.
Although everyone studies the same courses, each person has their own interests. However, it seems that those who delve deeply into this field tend to have some quirks. For example, the girl in the bunk below me has developed an unusual expertise in drugs; by the end of our studies, I suspected she could almost produce Methamphetamine (Author's note: This is the main ingredient in ice drugs, pills, and ecstasy; just a bit of science here—please don’t ban me…).
I kindly reminded her not to mess around with things she shouldn't.
Of course, it's not just my classmates who have quirks; our instructors are seasoned in their eccentricities as well. My beloved instructor, whom we affectionately call Old Liu, is nearly sixty years old but still sharp-eyed and steady-handed with a brisk gait. I believe his peculiar hobbies play a significant role in this vitality.
In his spare time, Old Liu enjoys using a scalpel—not for dissecting corpses but for dissecting flowers. In spring he dissects peach blossoms, in summer strawberry flowers, in autumn various unknown blooms; during winter when there are no flowers to dissect, he goes to parks searching for them. In short, he meticulously removes petals and stamens with his scalpel like a biologist and bizarrely glues them onto paper of various colors.
Flower dissection is technically part of biology studies; however, when you dissect flowers like Old Liu, you must maintain complete calmness. If you cannot achieve absolute tranquility, you won't be able to judge accurately or take action correctly; even minor oversights during execution can lead to total failure. Isn't this exactly like investigative work?
Hmm, "Anatomy of Flowers"! I don't have that kind of taste and find it quite disdainful.
However, Old Liu still likes me because I excel in my studies. Overall, everyone prefers subjects related to high technology, like technical reconnaissance and DNA identification, just like those portrayed in American TV series. But I'm simply not interested. What I enjoy are courses in criminal psychology, crime scene investigation, autopsy, and Interrogation Studies—those primitive and straightforward subjects. This is also one of the reasons why Old Liu appreciates me; he believes I love to think critically. But really, why is that? Do we even need to ask? In ancient times, were there any high-tech things?
Alright, this topic has gotten serious. Let's move on!
When it comes to the campus days of Flowing White Garment, the most talked-about topic is undoubtedly romance.
If you ask me whether I've ever been in love, well, of course I have! My invisible boyfriend has been guarding me from behind for eight years—comforting me when I'm sad, encouraging me when I'm down, and laughing with me when I'm happy. I know that one day he will become a tangible presence before me, our fingers intertwined, and then he will tell me that he has been waiting for this moment.
I hope that day is today. But... sigh, how can he be my brother? It's all tears!
However, there have been boys who confessed their feelings for me, boys who showed interest, and boys who brought me water and food.
I'm not bragging; the original me isn't too bad looking. Although I'm not a starlet, I have a pretty face that leaves a good impression. Plus, being tall and having a well-built physique from hard work should make me quite likable.
Usually, I like to tie my long hair into a ponytail and wear the training uniform issued by the school. When I'm not training, I wear a white cotton shirt and a denim skirt. This style is quite popular on campus and might seem a bit pretentious, but I'm really not trying to show off; I'm just too lazy to cut my hair or buy new clothes.
Who am I dressing up for anyway?
But in practice, those boys are a bit intimidated by me because I'm always charging ahead with an energetic spirit. The first time I observed an autopsy, I was the only one smiling excitedly; afterward, not only did I not feel nauseous but I could also head straight to the cafeteria for meat buns.
In my heart, someone already exists for me, so there's no need to pretend to be someone I'm not in front of others. That's right; the original me is an absolute tomboy.
Yet even as such, someone once told me: "You have a very classical aura about you."
I couldn't tell if he genuinely felt that way or if it was just a common line to please girls; either way, I didn't understand it. At that moment, I was quite surprised by his words, thinking, could you be a prophet who has seen what I would become after my journey?
The person who said this was Zhang Yang, our off-campus counselor.
To be honest, Zhang Yang was quite handsome. When our homeroom teacher introduced him to us, the few girls in the class erupted with excitement (even though there weren't many girls, they made quite a noise).
Zhang Yang was a real police officer, a detective who faced life and death situations. He was only a few years older than us but had already become the deputy captain of the city's Criminal Investigation Team. The cases he had cracked were even used as examples for us students to study.
If it weren't for the recent initiatives in the city focused on superficial projects, someone like Zhang Yang would never have come to school as an off-campus counselor.
However, since he was here and genuinely willing to guide us, his teaching mainly consisted of hands-on and practical lessons. So far, he had taught me for a year and a half. From the first time I practiced with him, I truly felt his strength—his mind was exceptionally clear, his thinking extremely sharp, and his skills were outstanding in every aspect. That's why I loved attending his classes; they were incredibly practical.
Zhang Yang stood at 1.87 meters tall and usually wore a police uniform. Sometimes he donned training gear or tight-fitting work pants that showcased his great physique. His hair was neither long nor short, and his skin had tanned to a honey-brown color. When he removed his gold-framed Ray-Ban sunglasses with one hand, it revealed a pair of deeply intense eyes.
He had the aura of a detective. You know what I mean.
A powerful detective often carries an air of eccentricity about them—perhaps it's obsession or something else entirely. I didn't know which aspect of my own eccentricity caught his attention, but as time passed, Teacher Zhang inexplicably began to treat me differently.
It was a warm afternoon when Teacher Zhang leaned against a large tree with his legs crossed, waiting by the path I had to take. He wore a white shirt that surprisingly had a silly rabbit printed on it.
He smiled and handed me a meat bun.
I wasn't foolish; I understood what he meant. Otherwise, he wouldn't have clumsily brought up topics about being single in our "casual" conversations. I felt that Teacher Zhang now resembled an ordinary young man; outside of his missions, he lacked that composed demeanor and seemed much less impressive.
In my heart, I had found my idol; no one else could compare to him.
Actually, just as I was about to implement my time-travel plan, I had seen Zhang Yang. He said he would be on-site for a while and would come find me once he was done. "You have to wait for me, okay? I have something very important to tell you."
I shot him a glance because I felt this situation was ominous. Before going on-site, could he please refrain from saying such things? In crime films, there are always characters who say things like, "I'm about to retire," or "My wife is about to give birth," or "After this mission, I'm getting married." Usually, those characters aren't far from death.
Although I promised Zhang Yang that I would wait for him, reality forced me to immediately carry out my time-travel plan. So in my heart, I said to Zhang Yang, "Sorry, Teacher Zhang, but I have to go. Even though I'll be living there for eighty years, it will only take a few minutes here."
So, Teacher Zhang, you live on for thousands of years. Whatever you want to say, let's save it for when I return in eighty years!
***Author's Umbrella***
Today in Beijing, there is a blue rainstorm warning. Ah, autumn is already here, and the wind and rain only add to the chill! Let me show off a bit!
It's already the second of September, yet my work is still occupying two prominent spots on the new book and PK rankings. It's all thanks to everyone's selfless support that I've been given such precious recommendation positions; it feels so wonderful!
Thank you to my wife, Lianghe, and brothers Silin Yuzheng for their long reviews. Thanks to Big Shot, Dynasty, Sword Xuan, Youyou, Zhao, Calmly (Emma, how do I check the records below? If I missed anyone, please don't blame me; you're all appreciated in my heart!) for their PK votes. Everyone has spent their time and money; I feel deeply indebted and can only wish you all good fortune and prosperity!
To all those who voted for recommendations, how can I express my heartfelt gratitude? Hehe, having friends feels great! Moreover, many of you didn't leave a mark but secretly voted in support; clever Shen Shen has noticed! In any case, thank you for your blessings!
Shen Shen will keep working hard!
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