Chapter 22: Not Knowing One's Place
Chapter 22: Not Knowing One's Place
The late night sky was dazzling with stars.
Qin Hao sat by the window, his police uniform neatly pressed, giving him a crisp and clean appearance.
After starting his job, he quickly discovered the gap between his ideals and reality.
There was no heroic fighting, no protecting the homeland—just a pile of trivial matters to handle.
And there weren’t any righteous colleagues, either. He glanced over at the senior officers on shift with him. Two were organizing files while griping about the odd encounters they’d had lately. Another was trimming his nails with a clipper, and one more was casually waving his leg while holding a document in hand, foot propped up on the desk.
Qin Hao awkwardly adjusted his collar, feeling completely out of place—though his mentor was used to it. Every newcomer went through this phase.
“As long as you get the work done, who cares? Sit all stiff like that, showing off for whom?” his mentor had said back when Qin Hao had just joined.
“Hungry? Wanna order something?” a colleague surnamed Gu finished stacking a pile of documents and looked up to extend the invite.