"Do you think I'm being polite to you?"
After a few minutes of healing, Cheng Ze's teeth started to itch again when he saw the other party's expression that was not ready for a beating.
"That's fine..."
"What else do you need?! Do you need me to soak it for you and bring it over?!"
At this time, everyone in the office hall was staring at Cheng Ze to watch the excitement. After all, it was not common for such a thing to happen in the police office hall.
"Take another pen and some paper, please, thank you"
Zhang Zichen sat down on Cheng Ze's seat without hesitation, looking innocently at Cheng Ze who was about to go berserk.
Cheng Ze wanted to crush the face in front of him right now. Others might not know it, but after being in contact with Zhang Zichen for so long, he knew the little Jiujiu in his heart very well. After thinking about it, Cheng Ze turned around abruptly, and picked up a box of instant noodles heavily, with the sound of creaking and crushing the instant noodles from time to time.
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"Thank you handsome guy, let me taste the difference in the noodles made by handsome guy"
Zhang Zichen was lying on a desk and was writing furiously. When he received the instant noodles that Cheng Ze handed over, he didn't stop writing. Holding the instant noodles in his right hand, he poured them slowly into his mouth.
"You are not afraid of being scalded, it is just soaked in boiling water"
Looking at Zhang Zichen who looked like a ghost, Cheng Ze couldn't be angry, and he was afraid that the other party would accidentally spill instant noodle soup on his table.
"Well..."
Zhang Zichen didn't answer, and didn't even bother to look at Cheng Ze. He just sipped the instant noodles and looked sideways at what he wrote on the paper.
The complaints were useless, and Cheng Ze laughed for no reason, but after all, he was the one who didn't care, and he shouldn't have been cold-faced to him when he copied him over to assist in the investigation. After thinking about it, Cheng Ze turned around slightly, stretched his neck Zhang Zichen looked over there.
"Oh boy, I didn't see it, you still write with your left hand, but you don't seem to be left-handed."
"Well... I have never been paid since I was a child... and I don't have to go to school... my left hand writes... my right hand can be freed up to do other things... such as... suction..."
Zhang Zichen, who had no sense of beauty in his eating, was stirring a large amount of instant noodles in his mouth, and took a mouthful of noodles while confusing Cheng Ze vaguely.
"I really underestimated you, what's the matter? Are you good at math? It's useful to write this thing? It's almost seven forty-five now."
Cheng Ze looked down again, it was amazing, in just such a short time, Zhang Zichen had almost filled three pages of A4 paper, and all of them were densely packed with calculation steps of high-level math problems.
As soon as Cheng Ze finished speaking, Zhang Zichen raised his right hand and ate up the instant noodles, then folded the paper that was filled with writing and put it in his trouser pocket.
"Thanks, handsome guy... I spent my days on the university campus when I was free, and occasionally caught up with high math classes when I was sleeping in the classroom"
while sleeping. . . Catch up with high math class. . . Cheng Ze immediately felt as if his heart had been hit by an arrow. The advanced mathematics he studied hard in the police academy made this guy understand it in a daze while he was sleeping, and he just pointed at the calculation steps written by Zhang Zichen. . . . It seems that I didn't understand a few lines. . .
Seeing that Cheng Ze stayed there without speaking, Zhang Zichen wiped his hands on his trousers, and stretched them out towards Cheng Ze.
"What are you doing..."
"I'm not full... Can I have another two bowls of instant noodles..."
Cheng Ze's old blood. . . Puff puff puffed far away. . .
"Oh, it's over there, then I'll take it myself, and I won't bother you this time."
Zhang Zichen walked over to make instant noodles, and after receiving the water, holding a box of instant noodles in one hand, he walked towards the gate of the police station shaking, leaving behind many stunned figures.
Not even one or two hundred meters away from the police station, two figures jumped out from the holly on the side of the road, and jumped directly at Zhang Zichen.
"Damn it! You fucking came out at last, you're so fucking worried about me"
The one who spoke was Ah Ju who was kicked away by Zhang Zichen's cover before. Although he thought he should be fine, his face looked pale.
"Chen Zi, are you alright? I heard what Ah Ju said when I came back, so I quickly collected all the valuables. I collected 3,000 yuan. If you don't come out again, we will go in and hunt for people."
The other figure was a girl, slender but very thin, with a round face that faintly revealed the luster of malnutrition.
"Even if you have a conscience, Su Ling doesn't have to worry about me. When will we encounter troubles that I can't solve? It's okay."
Zhang Zichen's heart warmed, and as he spoke, he passed the instant noodles in his hand to a man and a woman in front of him.
"What... what do you mean... what is this? Instant noodles?"
Ah Ju has been worried about Zhang Zichen since he ran home in despair from the mountain front road. He finally saw his brother come out, and his attention was not distracted from Zhang Zichen's hands at all.
"Well, you and Su Ling must have not eaten all night, this is freshly soaked, and it's still hot."
"You fucking slipped out of the police station. Not only did you have nothing to do, but you also took two boxes of instant noodles?!"
this. . . What's happening here? ! Ah Ju instantly felt that his brain was not enough, and his eyes were fixed on the instant noodles.
It has been seven or eight hours since the accident, and Ah Ju has been restlessly worrying about Zhang Zichen, fearing that if something happens to his brother, he will really regret it for the rest of his life. But it seems that this brother of mine doesn't need to worry about himself at all, but he is still worried about his appearance. . .
"Hey, I have something to do and I have to leave quickly, you two find a place with a leeward wind and eat quickly."
Zhang Zichen waved his hand and ran directly across the road, leaving the two of them holding instant noodles in a mess in the cold wind.
"Damn it, it happens every time. I know it's unnecessary to worry this time. I don't need to worry about that bastard."
Although Ah Ju gritted his teeth and complained, it was obvious that more than half of the worry on his face was put back in his stomach.
"Isn't it okay that Chen Zi is fine? It just so happens that we have breakfast too," Su Ling said, holding Ah Ju's arm.