Who are you scolding for eating soft rice?

Chapter 13 13. I want to improve too much
Dazzling white light fills the world. There are brilliant lights in pure white from far to near. The blue of the sea and the dense purple intersect, and finally a little golden light emerges in the center.

Then the world fell into endless darkness.

The picture appears in the dark, just like the four-color light crystal embedded in it, this four-color light crystal gradually fills the world until there is no gap left, and a strange scene and familiar people suddenly appear.

Takitani Ze looked at everything around him clearly.

Not even any of the senses.

But can't make a sound or touch.

Because there is no carrying body.

It's like being just a spectator in it.

"Click-"

As a crisp voice sounded, Takitani Chun let go of the door handle in his hand, subconsciously adjusted his dark blue police uniform, walked to the center of the office nervously, raised his hand and gave a standard salute.

"Good afternoon, section chief!"

Opposite where she was saluting, behind a rectangular mahogany desk, there was a middle-aged man sitting on a soft chair, manipulating the mouse and playing with the computer.

The man seemed to be at a critical moment, and he reluctantly put down the mouse after half a minute.

That is to say, when he sat upright again, the man's chubby face was revealed. His features were slightly wider and his cheeks were slightly protruding. He looked a bit ugly. He was fatter and wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. He sat there. It was like a ball piled there, and the police uniform was a little tight.

And on the wall behind the man, there is a pair of thick and powerful brush calligraphy framed and hung on it.

The four big characters "Houde Zaiwu" are simple and powerful, very popular, and there are many seals stamped on it. It is probably an antique and has been collected by many people.

Futian Kazama held his eye sockets, glanced at the person's appearance, then showed a kind smile and said, "Huh? Is it Xiao Chun? What's the matter?"

"Report! There is indeed something wrong"

Takitani Chun's baby face was very tight, and it was obvious that she was nervous. She saluted again between words.

"Oh, sit down first, sit down and talk later."

"Thank you teacher!"

"Why are you yelling so loudly? The sound insulation in my room is pretty good. I feel like I'm going deaf."

"I'm sorry, section chief. I."

"Okay, okay." Kazama Futian waved his hand, still smiling: "This is my office, and there are no outsiders, so there is no need to call me section chief."

After a pause, he seemed to think of something, and said softly: "And when you first reported, I brought you with my own hands, and you should just call me senior."

"Yes!" Takiya Chun subconsciously shouted, but suddenly remembered the other party's instructions, and instantly felt that he had made a mistake, and his face was a little embarrassed: "Senior."

Futian Kazama smiled and didn't care.

Takitani Tsubaki carefully opened the stool in front of his desk and only touched half of his buttocks.

"What's in your hand?"

She had just sat down for two seconds when Kazama Futian, who was half lying on the soft chair, showed a trace of semen under his glasses.

He had seen Tsubaki's stuff just now.

It's just a question. Of course, you can't just go straight to the point at the beginning. At least you have to wait for the person to sit down, and the stuff in the plastic bag looks quite thick.

"Yes, it's breakfast." Takitani Chun was still a little nervous, especially when he thought of the purpose of coming today, his heart was beating loudly. While putting the things on the table, he forced a smile and said in a respectful tone:

"I saw that you came earlier today, and you didn't bring a lunch box with you, so I thought you probably didn't have breakfast, so I took it upon myself to buy you a breakfast when I went out just now. I hope you don't dislike it."

With a respectful expression, Tsubaki Takiya opened the plastic bag to reveal the siu mai and porridge inside, and after opening the bag, he carefully pointed the buttocks of his chopsticks at his boss.

However, Fukuda Kazama narrowed his eyes.

Looking at the two siu mai with some doubts, he seemed to be wondering how much money could be contained in them, but when he saw that the siu mai seemed to have been specially heated, and the soup inside came out, he kind of extinguished his thoughts , the slightly fat face twitched.

His face trembled slightly, and he forced a smile on his fat face and said, "It's still you, this kid who cares about me."

Seeing his boss smile, Tsubaki Takiya felt relieved immediately, and quickly helped him open the plastic box containing the porridge, and even wiped the disposable spoon with a paper towel.

Futian Kazama felt a little helpless.

But he could only pinch his nose to acknowledge his subordinate's concern, pick up the bowl and take a symbolic sip.

But I just took a sip.

He couldn't help but frown.

"Is there sugar in this porridge?" Futian Kazama put down the spoon in his hand, his tone suddenly much calmer than before.

"Because it's white porridge, I put a little bit in it."

Takitani Chun was not stupid. At least he knew how to read people's eyes, but he didn't understand what he did wrong to make his boss change his face, so he had to explain carefully.

Hearing this, Futian Kazama nodded and said, "That's right. My blood sugar has been high recently, and I never add sugar to my porridge."

"I'm sorry senior!"

"It's okay, personal reasons, you are kind."

"I almost forgot, you said you wanted to see me if you had something to do?" Futian Kazama took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, pushed the porridge aside, and turned to the previous topic.

"Yes, senior."

"What is it?"

"It's about the police department's supplementary assessment."

"Assessment?" Kazama Futian's eyes suddenly dawned, but then he asked pretending to be confused: "Didn't you ask before? This year's assessment indicators have been used up."

"But I heard from Hattori and the others that yesterday the prefectural police headquarters specially approved some quotas, and three of them were allocated to our bureau. I should be one of them, right?"

Takitani Chun asked nervously.

"Special approval quota?"

Kazama Fuda raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, his body leaned back slightly, like a piece of rotten pork welded to the chair, he thought for a moment and said slowly:

"Well, I know this, but the bureau already has a candidate, but the announcement hasn't been made yet."

"Is there someone chosen!?" Takitani Chun couldn't help but widen his eyes and his heart was beating loudly. He suppressed his excitement and quickly asked: "Senior, is there me?"

Face the look of anticipation in her eyes.

Fukuda Kazama shook his head regretfully.

"Although I am also very sad, I can't lie to you. This time the special approval promotion index is indeed not for you."

Tsubaki Takiya slowly opened his mouth wide, and his eyes couldn't help but suddenly rounded. It took him a long time to react, and he subconsciously slapped the table in disbelief: "Why!?"

The crisp sound of slamming the table resounded throughout the office.

The thick white porridge popped out of the plastic bowl unsatisfactorily, and Fukata Kazama's face drooped.

Takitani Chun saw his boss's face as dark as an iron pot, and felt that he had gone too far. He quickly lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Kazama-senpai."

"You know, although there are three indicators, the police department will make up for the eight people who came from the police academy this year and last year. Four people were promoted last time. This time we have to select from them because they are front-line personnel."

Kazama Fuda took a deep breath, but still held back his anger, but his voice was much calmer.

"Because they are from the Criminal Division?" Her voice became louder: "But my working hours are longer!"

"The criminal class mostly works on the front line. You know that is very tiring. You can't blow the air conditioner in the office like us in the general affairs department. We should be more understanding."

"But I've already understood it three times!"

"Is that the indicator you want so much?"

"Senior, I want to make progress so much!"

"Look, I'm in a hurry."

Looking at Tsubaki Takiya whose face was already flushed, Fukata Kazama sighed slightly, like an elder who sincerely advised the younger generation, and explained patiently at the end:
"You young people have a lot of time, so you should practice more. See if the words behind me are there. If you want to make progress, you must first have virtue and ability. Otherwise, even if you are promoted, you will not be able to convince others, right?"

"But I've been waiting for three whole years!" Takitani Chun's eyes widened and his nostrils became hard, and he couldn't help but said: "And my job is not easy either!"

She was almost 23 years old when she graduated, and it had been three and a half years since she passed the National Class B Examination and worked in the Omiya Branch.

The responsibilities of the General Affairs Section are similar to that of a government office.

Although she usually doesn't go out in the field, the endless amount of information to sort out and the responsibilities assigned to her every day can make her breathless, not to mention that she has been the first to arrive and the last to leave in the past three and a half years.

Moreover, as a member of the quasi-professional group, her promotion to the police department does not require the same examination as the non-professional group.

It's just a promotion quota. Once the qualifications are reached, it's a matter of normal procedures. But this quota has been stuck with her for almost three years. Even though there are many young monks in the Omiya branch, it's her turn no matter what!

Three years, three full years!
She must get back what belongs to her this time!

Futian Kazama's face turned dark again. This time he really had no patience. He pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses and said in a sinister voice: "Are you here to complain to me?"

"No complaints, it's the truth!"

"So this indicator is absolutely necessary?"

"It's been three years, it's my turn, and you approved the quota. If you don't approve it, then I'll report to the director and ask when it will be mine."

Takitani Chun had an unyielding look on his face, with a strong desire to uphold the justice in his heart. He held his neck and looked at his boss.

After looking at each other for a moment, Kazama Futian's fat face suddenly smiled, showing eight oily yellow teeth, and said with a sneer: "So you are ordering me."

"Senior Kazama, I don't."

"What is your name, Kazama-senpai? How many times have I told you? Call me your job when you work!"

bang bang bang-

Kazama Fuda slapped the table wildly.

He looked impatient at home.

"No, didn't you ask me to scream?" Takitani Chun was a little stunned when he looked at his furious boss.

"We were just talking about work!"

Futian Kazama lost his smile completely. He grabbed the two oily barbecued pork and threw them on the ground. Veins appeared on his forehead. He pointed at the door with his big hand and said viciously:
"You want to report, then you go now. No need to say anything more, get out of my office immediately!"

"Section Chief." Takitani Chun's body was trembling slightly.

She wanted to explain something more, but seeing the man in front of her turned away impatiently, she could only clenched her teeth with rosy eyes, her clenched fists were faintly white, and even made creaking noises.

Her flat chest rose and fell rapidly, she took a deep breath, bowed abruptly and turned away.

Until the office door was closed again, Kazama Fuda, who had turned to look at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, turned around again, took out a thick yellow leather envelope from the drawer, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, showing a satisfied expression. Expression, and then put it back in the drawer again.

"This kid is really ignorant, and I need to explain more clearly. The boys in the criminal class are better. If you don't empty your hands, you have to see what you take."

Futian Kazama muttered to himself.

Then he laughed.

He glanced at the porridge beside the desk again.

I was a little dismissive in my heart.

That cadre can't stand such a test?

shook his head boringly

Continue to play games on the computer.

At this moment, the scene cracked like shattered glass, and then shattered into four-colored flying debris.

The familiar light curtain of Takitani Ze appeared.

Several prompts appeared on the light screen.

[As the saying goes, virtue carries things]

【Without great virtue】

[How can you take on this important responsibility]

[The reenactment of the incident scene has ended]

【Event feedback evaluation has been summarized】

[Please master the analysis by yourself]

(End of this chapter)