Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 442 Student Management Office

Several staff members from the work office gathered around and restrained the furious Jiang Hai, only releasing him after he calmed down.

Having made up his mind to use this freshman as a role model in the impromptu battle, the small-eyed policeman quickly calculated in his mind whether he could make a good example for his superiors by "disrespecting the instructors and clashing with his superiors".

He crossed his arms, tilted his chin up, and commanded, "Jiang Hai, come over here and squat down!"

Jiang Hai, panting heavily, realized he had made a mistake earlier by shoving his colleague. He was now filled with regret, but could only suppress his emotions and follow the other person's orders.

The squatting posture in police training is the same as in the military: the upper body is straight, and then the buttocks are placed on the heels. The movement is simple, but the difficulty lies in maintaining it for a long time.

Generally speaking, beginners are afraid of long-distance running, while the elderly are most afraid of squatting. This is because maintaining this posture for a long time is very mentally taxing. After just ten minutes or so, the feet will go numb, and some people with sensitive constitutions will also feel pain. Basically, walking will be a problem the next day.

The following day was the annual open day for parents of new students at the police academy, and the main commendation item was the formation of marching formations, which was like a military parade, involving marching in formation and kicking in goose-step.

If Jiang Hai stays in the game for too long, he definitely won't be able to play tomorrow.

The small-eyed policeman crossed his arms and teased, "Jiang Hai, can't hold on anymore? If you can't hold on, just drop out of school. Anyway, with your unruly personality, you're not suited to be a policeman. Go back and repeat a year, maybe you can even get into a 985 university. You'll have to thank me then."

Jiang Hai, who had been squatting for about ten minutes, could no longer resist his body's conditioned reflex. At this point, the numbness in his feet had progressed to unnatural shaking, and the sensation had gone from soreness to numbness to swelling to loss of feeling. Anyone watching could tell that something was wrong.

The two instructors who were chatting and drinking tea in the middle of the playground finally noticed that several student management officers were surrounding Jiang Hai, who was still squatting on the side in a police posture, which meant that something bad had happened.

The two men dropped their teacups and rushed over. Old Hong stood at attention, saluted, and then cautiously asked, "Hello, teacher, is there anything I can help you with?"

When the small-eyed policeman saw that it was Jiang Hai's instructor, he remembered Jiang Hai's earlier talk-out to the instructor and asked, "Did this freshman named Jiang Hai talk back to you before?"

Old Hong glanced at Jiang Hai, who was holding his breath and looked like he was about to faint, and quickly explained, "No, it was just a joke between fellow disciples, nothing serious."

joke?

Are you kidding me? So I'm the only one being made a fool of?
The small-eyed policeman panicked upon hearing this. Seeing out of the corner of his eye that Director Xu was also slowly walking towards them, he grew even more anxious. He waved his hand and loudly interrupted the other man, shouting, "Where are we? This is the police academy! This is the training ground! The training ground is the battlefield! Is this a place for jokes?! This is utter nonsense!"

Don't be fooled by the fact that Lao Hong and his group are imposing and authoritative instructors in front of the new students of Jianghai University. After all, they are also students of the police academy, just a few grades older.

They dared not resist the student affairs officers in front of them, even more so than the freshmen, because they knew very well how much power the student affairs office had.

Besides the differences in their majors, police academies and regular universities also differ greatly in their educational goals. For example, regular universities emphasize students' innovative thinking and ability to apply knowledge to new situations. Police academies, on the other hand, place the greatest emphasis on students' obedience. Thinking is simply about following orders; applying knowledge is limited to one specific example, nothing more.

As the administrative teachers at the police academy are all regular police officers with permanent positions, they may be teachers at the school today, but tomorrow they may be transferred to local areas to serve as leaders in the public security system.

Therefore, their management naturally followed the quasi-military rules of the public security system. In addition to the teacher-student relationship, there was a strong and extremely clear distinction between superiors and subordinates.

The administrative staff and students at the police academy are all subtly integrated into this environment.

The small-eyed policeman looked at the junior instructor, whose face was flushed from his reprimand, and, calculating that Director Xu had almost succeeded, softened his tone slightly, but still sounded stern as he said, "Write a report and submit it to the department before 7 p.m. Hmm, also have Jiang Hai write a self-criticism and submit it together."

After speaking, he immediately changed his expression, smiling as he explained the situation to Director Xu, who nodded repeatedly. As the second-in-command in the Student Affairs Office, Director Xu naturally wouldn't have any extra interaction with the two instructors, and he even just glanced at Jiang Hai, the main character in the incident, before letting it go.

I guess that glance was just to see if the new student was someone they knew.

After completing their mission, the group casually looked around the area and then left.

Seeing the staff leave, Jiang Hai tried to get up but realized he couldn't. He struggled on the ground for a few moments, feeling like his legs went nowhere. The moment he straightened his legs, a series of "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" escaped his lips. A wave of tingling, numbness, and swelling pain washed over him, as if he had been cut into a thousand pieces. He would remember the experience for the rest of his life.

Old Hong and the deputy district chief waited for them to leave before rushing to Jiang Hai's side and helping him up on either side.

The deputy district head comforted him, "It's alright, everyone's gone. Sigh, you were just unlucky to run into these people. Stand for a while before sitting down to rest. I wonder if you're hurt, or if you can still march in formation. Tomorrow's open day!"

Jiang Hai, whose body was limp, forced a smile and said, "Instructor, I'm fine. I'll definitely be able to do it tomorrow! This was my own fault. I'll write a self-criticism as soon as the squad is dismissed."

"Okay, don't talk." Old Hong nodded in response with a gloomy face.

Having spent a long time at the police academy, Lao Hong keenly sensed that things were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

The student affairs office staff chose this time to come and check on people, and they were followed by a deputy director who is not often seen. It was clear that they were not there for a temporary inspection.

Tomorrow is the day Jiang Hai's parents are coming. I hope nothing bad happens at this crucial moment. Old Hong helped Jiang Hai sit down slowly, his heart heavy.

That night, in the dormitory.

After being carried to the bathroom by his roommates and back to bed, Jiang Hai said apologetically, "Brothers, I'm sorry to trouble you tonight. I was thinking that since my sister is coming tomorrow, I should at least show up and meet her."

"What are you saying! It's just a small favor, stop talking about it over and over again, you're acting like a woman!" The short, fat man who had contributed the most and was the most enthusiastic waved his hand dismissively, shutting down Jiang Hai's words of thanks.

The skinny man adjusted his nose and mouth, suddenly realizing that he had undergone laser surgery and no longer needed glasses.

He returned to his desk, took the handwritten self-criticism form on top, and handed it to Jiang Hai: "I've written the self-criticism for you. Go through it yourself, and if there are no problems, have Fatty hand it to the instructor for you. You, just rest well and make sure your legs are in good shape tomorrow!"

Jiang Hai took the report and handed it to the short, fat man, laughing, "Bamboo Pole, your level is definitely not a problem. Everyone knows you got 140 points in the Chinese section of the college entrance exam."

The three-inch man intercepted the report from the side and said, "I'll go. Fatty has worked the hardest, he should rest for a while."

He opened the door and was about to walk out, but he stopped in his tracks as soon as he opened the door.

"Instructor, what brings you all here? Oh, right, I was just about to go over there. This is Jiang Hai's inspection report; please take a look."

Hearing the three-inch man's voice, the people inside knew that their squad's instructor had arrived. They all quickly stood up, and even Jiang Hai, who was lying on the bed, struggled to lift the blanket and bent down to look for his shoes on the floor.

(End of this chapter)