"Solve the case, it sounds like a very cool word." The neatly dressed teacher came down from the podium, "Do you have any fantasies about tracking serial murderers?"
The students couldn't help laughing, and a female student raised her hand: "Ms. Song, I have fantasies of a stalker."
"It's best not to say it here." The handsome and upright teacher blinked, "This is the classroom of the Public Security University."
"You're under arrest." The boys next to him booed.
"After class, I will surrender to your office." The female classmate said boldly.
The teacher raised his left hand with a smile, revealing the delicate watch on his wrist: "The master is here."
The students roared with laughter.
The bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time, and Teacher Song picked up the book on the podium: "That's all for today, and next Tuesday will be due a 3,000-word essay, get out of class is over."
Teacher Song stood on the podium and watched the students leave one after another. Plain glasses blocked the cold eyes, looking elegant and intellectual.
"Teacher Song Qingchuan." A woman walked into the classroom and asked with a smile, "Let's eat together at noon?"
"No." Song Qingchuan refused.
"Anything else at noon?" the woman asked.
Song Qingchuan gave her a cold look: "Yes."
The corner of the woman's lower lip twitched: "I don't know what Mr. Lu will think?"
"Do you think I can have dinner with you by threatening me with my dad?" Song Qingchuan didn't even move his eyebrows, "You can tell my dad everything about me and see what he says." He half rolled up There are still a few white scars on the forearm, "Why do you think my parents care about my whereabouts?"
Women are dumb.
Song Qingchuan picked up the book and walked off the podium, brushing shoulders with the woman: "It's best not to be too self-assertive and read less romance novels."
"Beautiful iceberg." The man leaning against the door frame with arms folded smiled and looked at Song Qingchuan, "Young Master Song."
"You should also read less romance novels." Song Qingchuan frowned in disgust, far from his deceptively gentle and kind talk in class.
"Tell your dad to read less romance novels." The man walked side by side with Song Qingchuan, "Show you a girlfriend, how about a wealthy blind date?"
Song Qingchuan rolled his eyes: "My family is not a wealthy family, and she is not an idiot with poor breasts in a slum, so how come a wealthy family has a blind date?"
"What about the mysterious lady who gave you the watch?" The man bumped Song Qingchuan with his elbow, "Isn't it the white lotus flower in the slums?"
"... Poor breasts." Song Qingchuan coughed, "Feng Ya, you are enough."
"Okay, okay, continue to eat in the cafeteria?" Feng Ya asked.
Song Qingchuan nodded, rubbing the strap of his left wrist back and forth with his right hand: "I'm trapped in this damn university."
"Visiting lecturer at Donghua Public Security University, what else are you dissatisfied with?" Feng Ya raised his eyebrows, "Except for not being married, everything is perfect."
"Perfect fart." Song Qingchuan walked into the cafeteria, found a seat and sat down, "You go get dinner."
"...Why do you use your legs?" Feng Ya glared at Song Qingchuan, then turned and went to the window to buy food.
Song Qingchuan looked at Feng Ya's back, thinking of that gentle young man in the long time ago, he subconsciously put his palm on the watch strap.
After Lu Hui woke up, Lu Qingqiong and Song Ting gave him a new identity. Lu Qingqiong said, "The process went smoothly. Your bureau chief may have given you an undercover record."
The new name followed Song Teng's surname and took on the homophony of his parents. Lu Hui changed his name to Song Qingchuan.
At first, he was not used to the new name. After joining the Public Security University to teach, whenever his colleagues and students called him Mr. Song, he had to react for a few seconds. But his excellent professional skills allowed him to integrate into the role as soon as possible, playing a gentle and elegant university teacher. Song Qingchuan met Feng Ya in the Public Security University. To be precise, Feng Ya was brought by Lu Qingqiong to accompany Song Qingchuan to relieve boredom. Moreover, Feng Ya is Song Ting's nephew, Song Qingchuan's cousin.
"Missing your little girlfriend far away?" Feng Ya put two dishes on the table and smiled narrowly, "Spring is here, and our Iceberg Prince is about to melt."
"Spring is almost over." Song Qingchuan said angrily, "Feng Ya, haven't you been chasing a rich girl recently?"
"I didn't expect you to be interested in gossip." Feng Ya took a bite of pickled cucumber, "It's hard to come by, just chase after it."
"Why, can't catch up?" Song Qingchuan picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks, "You know yourself."
"Tch, I call it a quick retreat." Feng Ya said, "It's a wise move."
"Oh." Song Qingchuan chewed the chicken boringly.
"I heard that you were molested by a female classmate again in class?" Feng Ya squeezed his eyes, "Tell me about you, is it interesting to deceive girls?"
"Where did I cheat?" Song Qingchuan raised his wrist to reveal his watch, "Isn't it obvious enough?"
"I suspect that you bought this watch for yourself to protect against knives." Feng Ya said, "It's been almost two years, and I've never seen the person who gave you the watch come to see you."
"Online dating." Song Qingchuan said.
"Nonsense." Feng Ya picked up a piece of fried liver, "Do you want to eat it?"
"No." Song Qingchuan moved the plate in disgust. He remembered the days when he snatched young people's snacks.
"I dare you to treat me as a news station every day." Feng Ya finished the last piece of fried liver, drank water to moisten his throat, and said, "The richest man in Zhongchuan City is going to marry his daughter."
"... Zhongchuan City, Zhuchuan Province?" Song Qingchuan asked, and when he heard the familiar place name, he suppressed his expression and tried to be as calm as possible.
"Yeah." Feng Ya said, "Didn't he have two sons and a daughter in his family? The eldest daughter is almost 30 and still hasn't found a date, which makes him anxious."
"Then?" Song Qingchuan continued.
"His youngest son died of illness early on, and the eldest daughter wants to support the family business but he doesn't agree." Feng Ya said, "Old Antique is very stubborn. He feels that his daughter's family is not going well. His daughter doesn't know where to find a boy. He looks so handsome, there are photos, I'll look for them."
"Well... look for it." Song Qingchuan ate the rice slowly, bite by bite.
"The old man has met his prospective son-in-law several times, and plans to hold a meeting in two weeks to formally introduce his son-in-law to his business partners." Feng Ya turned over the phone, and the screen was facing Song Qingchuan's eyes, "This is his son-in-law, isn't he handsome?" ?”
Song Qingchuan took a closer look and felt a thump in his heart. The face on the screen was very familiar - Ji Fanyang.
"Teacher Song? Song Qingchuan?" Feng Ya shook his phone, "You don't look stupid, do you?"
"... very handsome." Song Qingchuan put down his chopsticks and stood up, "I suddenly remembered something, so let's go first."
"Oh? Wait a minute!" Feng Ya watched Song Qingchuan disappear from sight like an accelerating rocket.
Song Qingchuan walked out of the cafeteria quickly, took out his mobile phone and called while walking: "Hello? Dad, you'd better give me an explanation."
"It took me two days to find out." Lu Qingqiong said.
"Two years ago, I asked you if Ji Fanyang had gone back to the imperial capital, and you said yes." Song Qingchuan, or Lu Hui, raised his voice and questioned.
"He bought a plane ticket to the imperial capital, but I didn't check whether he went there." Lu Qingqiong said, "And I'm your father, not his."
"I'm going to Zhongchuan." Song Qingchuan said, and then he hung up the phone.