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Chapter 81: I'm most afraid of writing reports!

The underground street racing case has been successfully brought to a close.

This not only destroyed a vital transportation line for Night Owl in Jiangcheng, but also seized a large number of prohibited weapon parts.

The entire Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau was immersed in the joy of solving the case.

The traffic police brigade even sent a banner to be hung on the wall of the criminal investigation team.

But in this ocean of joy.

There was a person who was living a life worse than death.

2:30 a.m.

The office area of the Criminal Investigation Division was empty; most of the staff had gone home to rest.

Only one desk lamp was lit at the very corner workstation.

Song Qianxia sat in a swivel chair, her hair a mess from being pulled so much.

She clutched her head in anguish, staring at the glaringly bright Word document on the computer screen.

A title is written all alone above:

Summary Report on the Interception Operation on the South Suburb Roundabout Expressway.

The main text section is blank.

There isn't even a punctuation mark.

This is simply the cruelest form of torture in the world!

In his previous life in Cyrillic Continent, Thousand Faces was the number one legend in the underworld, always taking money to do things, killing people and then leaving.

She had no idea what a daily work report, an action summary, or a report on her thoughts were!

Why do these police officers have to go through so many procedures?

Isn't arresting people enough?

Why do we have to describe this process in words?

"ah--"

Song Qianxia buried her face in the keyboard in anguish, typing out a series of gibberish.

Lin Wan walked out of the tea room carrying a cup of hot milk.

Seeing Song Qianxia's miserable state, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What's wrong, Consultant Song? Even our Mario Kart King of Jiangcheng has his worries?"

Lin Wan placed the milk on her desk and leaned against the partition, gloating.

Song Qianxia raised her head, her eyes glazed over.

"Lin Wan, just kill me."

Song Qianxia said in a weak voice.

"I'd rather be a hostage to those lunatics, Night Owls, than face this three-thousand-word report."

"I spent half an hour struggling to write something, and all I could come up with was 'The moon is very big today,' but then I felt it wasn't rigorous enough, so I deleted it."

Lin Wan patted her shoulder sympathetically.

"Who told you to insist on talking nonsense about games with Captain Gu? Captain Gu is giving you a warning!"

Lin Wan sighed.

"You're usually so brave, not even afraid of bombs or homemade guns, so why are you so afraid of writing reports?"

Song Qianxia lay face down on the table, pretending to be dead.

This isn't a question of whether we're afraid or not; it's a dimensional reduction attack that transcends dimensions.

While the two were chatting idly.

A series of steady footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Gu Tingchen, wearing a clean black sweater and holding a cup of black coffee, walked out of the office.

He glanced at his watch.

"It's been three hours already."

Gu Tingchen walked behind Song Qianxia's workstation, his gaze falling on the empty screen.

"Your three thousand words are still in the planning stage?"

Song Qianxia sat up straight as if she had been electrocuted.

"Captain Gu, I'm working on it. This is a huge project that requires a grand narrative structure."

Song Qianxia shamelessly made a sophistry.

Gu Tingchen pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy tonight. I'll watch you write."

Gu Tingchen took a sip of coffee, his posture relaxed.

Song Qianxia felt a chill run down her spine.

This capitalist is determined to torment her.

Gu Tingchen looked at her profile, which looked utterly lifeless.

Actually, he discovered it a long time ago.

Song Qianxia maintains an extraordinary level of calm even when faced with knives, guns, life and death, or even bloody crime scenes.

That was the numbness that came from being immersed in darkness for a long time.

However, as soon as they encounter rules, regulations, forms, and reports within the system...

She would instantly break down and become a complete loser.

This shows that she had never experienced such trivial yet stable rules in her long past.

Gu Tingchen suddenly felt...

This weakness actually made her seem more real.

"Hurry up and write. You can't leave work until you finish."

Gu Tingchen issued the order with cold indifference.

Song Qianxia gritted her teeth.

Row.

You need to submit a report, right? I'll write it for you.

Song Qianxia placed her fingers on the keyboard, took a deep breath, and began typing frantically.

The clattering of keyboards echoed in the quiet office.

Ten minutes later.

Song Qianxia confidently pressed the Enter key.

"Captain Gu, the first paragraph is finished. Please review it."

She turned the screen around.

Gu Tingchen put down his coffee cup and looked at the screen.

The document contained only one dry sentence, and the font size was adjusted to size 3 and bold.

"During this field operation, I took reasonable and necessary actions based on the unexpected situation on site, and ultimately achieved complete success, living up to the expectations of the leadership."

Gu Tingchen stared at the line of text for a while.

The entire office fell into a deathly silence.

"How do you think my writing is?"

Song Qianxia, completely oblivious to her own limitations, moved closer.

"Does it perfectly summarize the process of the action, my psychological motivation, and the result?"

She even pointed to those words.

"This is highly concentrated, the essence of essence."

Gu Tingchen turned his head and looked at her expectant face.

"Song Qianxia".

Gu Tingchen's tone was very calm.

Do you usually go online?

"Go ahead, I'm on my phone all day."

"Do you know that there's a genre of writing on the internet now called 'nonsense literature'?"

Gu Tingchen pointed to the sentence on the screen.

"They didn't even mention a single detail, such as which section of road it was on, what kind of car the suspect was driving, or how you forced him to stop."

"Are you writing a report, or a guide to faking academic errors?"

Song Qianxia felt no shame at all.

Instead, their eyes lit up.

Climb up the pole as you go.

"Captain Gu, since you've already recognized this as a form of literature..."

Song Qianxia slapped her thigh, her face full of pride.

"That just means I do have a lot of literary talent!"

"This kind of profound writing technique is simply beyond the grasp of ordinary people."

Gu Tingchen was amused by her.

He had never seen anyone with such a thick skin.

"Literary talent, huh?"

Gu Tingchen stood up and pointed to the computer on the table.