That's right, assaulting a police officer is a pretty serious charge these days. He's received a higher education, understands the law, so how could he do something so dangerous?

Of course, Officer Li didn't bother with explanations and gave him a good beating.

At the moment, Su Qing was sitting on the sofa with a face full of grievance, the burning pain in his chest reminding him of the consequences of teasing a cop.

Meanwhile, Li Zijun was glaring at him, her face still showing traces of a blush.

Beside them, Big Yellow had a big smile on its doggy face, sticking out its tongue and watching the two of them, as if it was very happy to see its owner get a telling-off.

After the intense exchange, Big Yellow thoughtfully brought a pack of tissues to Li Zijun to wipe her sweat.

Su Qing raised a brow and muttered under his breath, "Brown-noser Yellow."

Flunky, flunky, that's exactly what it is. Big Yellow's natural knack for catering to whoever's in charge is remarkable, a real workplace veteran.

"What are you mumbling about, say it louder!" Li Zijun threatened, glaring.

Compared to her caring Big Yellow, she really wanted to beat up the person in front of her, who dared to say just anything.

But recalling the incident when Su Qing got drunk at her place last time, she felt a bit embarrassed. After all, they spent the night on the same bed, even though nothing happened, it still made her uncomfortable.

How to put it, once people grow up, there's this so-called barrier between men and women. Even siblings can't share a bed, let alone them who were not blood-related, just because their families were close.

Once again, Big Yellow found the feeling of being a bully and barked at Su Qing:

"Woof woof woof!" [What are you barking for, what are you barking for?]

Su Qing: ...

If it weren't for the side translation, he might not have been so angry, but he understood it.

How to put it, he really wanted to pause and curse back at Big Yellow, to let it know what relying on others truly means.

"No, I mean, Uncle Lin did tell me about being a police officer," Su Qing quickly smiled and said, while sneakily glaring at Big Yellow, warning it to watch its dog life.

Big Yellow didn't care, though, it just turned its butt towards him, wagging its tail vigorously at the woman in front of it.

Li Zijun rubbed Big Yellow's dog head, feeling inexplicably delighted, as if the fatigue of recent days had lifted. She had heard Su Qing's mom had a golden retriever, but she didn't expect it to be so smart. Her mood was unexpectedly lifted, and she asked Su Qing:

"Then why did you refuse?"

"You know, my mentor has been a criminal investigator for many years, and has a wide network in the police department. He even has a rapport with the director. As long as you pass the written exam, applying to our department, plus your recent help, you're almost guaranteed to ace the interview. Isn't having a formal job a good thing?"

Indeed, it was Lin Chengcai who mentioned this matter, asking her to persuade him. After all, in Old Lin's eyes, Su Qing is absolutely a good candidate, with keen insight and reasoning abilities, even more suitable for the job than most police academy graduates.

You should know, no matter what school a student graduates from, what they learn in university is just a fraction, real skills are developed on the job, especially in criminal investigation.

Many experiences and quick thinking can't be gained from textbooks, you have to be directly involved, go to crime scenes, and handle cases one by one.

And in this scenario, having a veteran mentor a newbie is particularly important, and Su Qing happens to have a talent for this, with an innate ability to see through truths, which is why Lin Chengcai couldn't forget about wanting him to become a police officer, even if it means starting as an auxiliary officer, as long as he's in their system. Then, wouldn't people come to him?

As for Li Zijun mentioning the interview being almost guaranteed, that requires some connections. If it were ten or twenty years ago, connections could even influence the written exam, but the system has improved now, and the written exam is a mandatory requirement.

"Sis, you make it sound so easy, but it's a civil service exam we're talking about. I've never looked at the exam materials, how can I pass? Just the written part is already a no-go," Su Qing spread his hands in helplessness.

His education wasn't high, just a typical undergraduate degree. Although the qualifications might be enough, every year the civil service exam draws countless applicants, with hundreds competing for a single position being the norm, and the written exam is the most crucial part, eliminating ninety percent of competitors by itself. How could it not be difficult?

Otherwise, how could Wang Xing score only eighty and be less qualified than a police dog?

Hearing this, Li Zijun snorted, "Those are just excuses. What's so hard about it? Registration is in October and the exam in November, you have almost half a year to study and improve yourself."

"If you can't learn it, ask me, or find a prep class yourself. As long as you're willing to learn, what's there to fear about not passing?"

At this, Su Qing rolled his eyes, thinking, is this really something people say? Is this what academic elites call 'why not eat cake'?

If hard work guaranteed results, he'd have been admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University long ago; instead, he had to perform above expectations to attend a local average university.

"Sis, please don't make this hard for me. I barely escaped school, and now you're asking me to study again? I'd rather die. I really don't have the energy to study anymore. Besides, I've graduated, I need to earn money, where will I find the time for exams?" Su Qing quickly waved his hand.

He didn't have that perspective from back home that thought there were three major unfilial acts, and lacking a formal position was the greatest.

Back in his hometown, the older generation classified the next generation into two categories: those with positions and those without... as in useless. Without a formal job, you couldn't even sit at the table!

In some places, even if you earned three or four thousand a month, some elders would still consider it less impressive than a public servant earning three thousand a month.

It didn't matter if you worked in taxation, utilities, water resources, labor, health insurance, or social security, as long as you had a formal position, you were successful.

If not, how could Li Zijun return to her hometown every New Year with such pride? That's the power of having a position.

The pinnacle back home was having a position, driving a Volkswagen, with the trunk loaded with rice, noodles, and oil provided by the unit.

Basically, back there, the kids—boys either took exams or joined the military, girls either became teachers or doctors. Without a position, you were unemployed, and the elders always worried you might starve to death someday.

Luckily, Mr. Su left early and had modern ideas because of his college education, so he and Su He didn't have any obsession with civil service exams, but his mom Zhou Hui always had, and fiercely so, especially after seeing Li Zijun become a police officer. Truly, jealousy does make people envious.

"You..." Li Zijun fumed, her face turning red with anger, yet there was nothing she could do. Ultimately, the path one walks is their own choice, but she still didn't want Su Qing to miss this great opportunity.

"If you find the provincial exam too hard, you could take the direct recruitment auxiliary police route. Remember, it must be direct recruitment as an auxiliary police, this way, if you perform impressively, there's a good chance you'll be recruited," Li Zijun softly suggested, these were tips her mentor shared with her.

"I'll think about it. Why isn't there a job where I can be a cop without any exams and barely have to work?" Su Qing chuckled, shaking his head.

This comment made Li Zijun burst into exasperated laughter, "There is, why not? If you have special skills to help us solve major cases, you can still be specially appointed as a consultant at the police station."

Hearing this, Su Qing's eyes lit up, "Special skills? I do have some, I..."

But before he could finish, Li Zijun interrupted with a cold smile, "Oh sure, fortune-telling is a special skill, just not one we're interested in."

Su Qing: ...

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