"A piece of news will be inserted below. The verdict of the "Genius Girl Murdering Her Father" case that has caused a sensation across the country has been announced today. The 16-year-old defendant Jiang... Was sentenced to ten years in prison."
No one paid attention to the radio in the Rolls-Royce.
"Son, after winning this championship, it will be safe to send you to Q University. How do you want to celebrate tonight?"
Xie Zhaoye raised his hand and rubbed his temples, looked out the window, and replied with only two words: "Whatever."
The wind that poured in from the window flipped over the training materials on the cushion next to it, and a line of text flashed past:
"Jiang Linyuan is predicted to be the favorite to win this year's National 'Chi Game Cup'."
Eight years later.
Xie Zhaoye inherited his mentor's legacy and devoted himself to follow-up research on the criminal psychology of juveniles.
There was sewage flowing across the vegetable market, and Jiang Linyuan, the subject of his research, stepped forward, pressing forward step by step.
"Dr. Xie," the questionnaire in her hand was rolled into a tube, and the cold paper gently lifted his chin, her clear eyes full of sarcasm, "What have you learned from me?"
Xie Zhaoye, the favored son of heaven, was pushed in front of the fish stall, and his ears were as red as the gills of the dripping fish on the stall.
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Intention: The world is vast and there is no dead end.
