My name is Jiang Yixing, and my dream is to be a police officer. After studying a lot of knowledge and improving his physical strength, he finally got into the police academy as he wished. We are just one step away from realizing our dreams.
It's just that life in the police academy in reality seems different from that in imagination.
Imaginary dormitory: getting along harmoniously with roommates and helping each other. The environment is clean and refreshing, and life is happy and contented; in reality, the dormitory is dirty, messy, full of violence, isolation, and verbal ridicule.
For example: the floor is piled with Matsuda's repair tools, and screws cover the table. There was always the smell of gasoline in the air. Even though Kawafujishi had repaired the wardrobe, he scolded me instead. "Don't change the style for me without permission, Mingjiang and his party! I don't need an automatic door that makes strange noises."
An imaginary classroom: the instructor talks endlessly and the students are motivated. Listen carefully in class and discuss problems after class; real class: Okay, I don't know very well. The only thing that impressed me was that the instructor was a little irritable, "Mingjiang and his party, please get up, and if you go back to sleep, you will clean the bathhouse for me this week." Oh, look at what he said, the bathhouse for this month has been contracted to me.
Before the exam in my imagination: we were writing in each other's papers at the same time, staying up late to review. The library is crowded with people coming and going; before the exam in reality: everyone goes through the back door to show off their talents, and few people study seriously at all. For example, a certain friend is the source of all evil who sells notebooks and question papers. "Hagi~ We are friends, right? Give me a discount." "Okay, no problem, Xiao Mingjiang. The original price is 444, but for your sake I'll just give it 666. Good luck."
In this ups and downs of life, our dreams are getting closer and closer.
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Concept: We are ordinary, but we are not ordinary.