Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 850 - 97 The Brainless Miss He Lan with Big Breasts

If we don’t consider He Lan’s cultural education level, teaching her is indeed quite a relaxing and enjoyable job.

Find a sunny, warm spot, buy two cups of milk tea... Except in this era, you can’t get milk tea on the streets, so just grab some random snacks. Then the two of you sit close together, hand-in-hand, learning to read and write.

This kind of play is even documented in ancient books, with a dedicated phrase for it: "a red sleeve adding fragrance."

The premise is that the person needs to have the brain for it.

Otherwise, it’s not "red sleeve adding fragrance," it’s more like "the desperate rampage of a third-grade student’s parent."

Not enjoyable at all.

To be honest, the study material is pretty straightforward.

The "Water Moon Heart Technique"—yes, the "water moon" from "Mirror Flower Water Moon."

Essentially, it’s like the simplified textbook version for Rangers and the Heretical Path, covering those rudimentary tricks from the lowest ranks of the Jianghu World. Stuff like fortune-telling, group performances, and sleight-of-hand—it’s all gimmicky trickery to swindle people’s money.

It’s actually quite fitting for someone like He Lan, who grew up in the Swallow Sect.

Can’t say there’s no genuine substance in it, but the real knowledge often intertwines with many obscure interdisciplinary subjects. Outsiders watch the spectacle; even insiders might not fully grasp it.

Take sleight-of-hand tricks, for instance—they involve a ton of physics and chemistry knowledge, not to mention psychology and physiology.

On the surface, it all looks quite simple. But once you break it down, it’s a massive undertaking.

In the past, apprentices would fawn over their masters for an entire lifetime and barely manage to learn just enough to scrape by. Now imagine condensing all that knowledge into a textbook and teaching a village girl who barely attended a day of private school.

You might as well just strangle her—it’d be simpler.

Right now, Wang Yunxiao is tempted to strangle her.

"All bust, no brains"—this phrase was made for women like her. Not that she isn’t intelligent, but her smarts simply never get applied to the right things. Two pages into reading, and her eyes start glazing over. Give it a little more time, and she begins whining and groaning.

Try explaining a concept patiently, and it all goes in one ear and out the other. Her brain barely feels like it’s operating.

In terms of reading and learning aptitude, she’s neck-and-neck with Guozi.

Those novel tropes about a poor kid falling off a cliff, stumbling upon a Martial Arts Techniques manual, and mastering godlike skills? Totally bullshit! If someone’s illiterate, how the hell are they supposed to read anything?

"Maybe my posture or timing when studying is wrong."

After some serious thought, He Lan came to this conclusion.

"How about we find a motel tonight, lie under the covers, and study together?"

"Don’t even think about it!"

Two hours of study time went completely down the drain. Aside from helping her recognize the rare words in the book, there wasn’t any progress at all.

So Wang Yunxiao decided not to waste any more time. In the afternoon, he brought her over to the police station to report in.

After all, he had promised to recruit her into the Special Service Section back then.

As it happened, they were short-staffed over there. Let her gain some practical experience and learn slowly that way.

The Nantong District substation hardly had any female officers—it was practically all bachelors.

The few women who existed were all in the Special Service Section.

Veronica had only served as a consultant for a while in name only, purely going through the motions.

Chen Yan and Little Gourd both spent most of their time studying at school. Unless there was a major mission, they rarely showed up. Even during those times, they’d be heavily geared up and protected closely by Wang Yunxiao so much that most people never even saw their faces.

By that reasoning, He Lan technically counted as the first openly female officer in the Nantong District substation.

Although her background was a little shady, that was her parents’ fault.

"What’s a girl doing in the Special Service Section? Can you bear to let her go on active duty? Just keep her in the office!"

Huang Zhen, the officer handling her onboarding paperwork, lit up at the sight of He Lan and immediately tried to poach her right in front of Wang Yunxiao.

"She didn’t even go to elementary school."

"That’s not an issue. Coincidentally, our district is opening a literacy night school next year. She can join that!"

"I’m going to the Special Service Section!"

He Lan firmly expressed her decision.

Huang Zhen pointed a finger at Wang Yunxiao: "If you’re just doing this because of him, let me tell you, this guy skips work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and calls in sick on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. You’ll barely see him around, so it’d be a wasted effort."

What nonsense! When have I ever called in sick! I was studying!

Hearing this made He Lan suddenly hesitate.

Huang Zhen, being someone who knew the administrative ropes, immediately added fuel to the fire upon seeing her wavering. "If you work in the office, I’ll assign you to handle the liaison work with the Special Service Section. Whether it’s field missions, salary matters, or leadership meetings, you’ll get to call him directly for everything."

He Lan’s heart skipped a beat in excitement.

While she went off to collect her uniform, Huang Zhen lowered his voice and asked Wang Yunxiao, "She’s not your wife, is she?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Doesn’t seem like it."

"She’s Old Master He’s granddaughter—my martial niece."

"Old Master He? Oh... got it."

Huang Zhen nodded knowingly and gestured toward the doorway. "Director Qin just came back. Go say hi?"

"Director Qin’s back?"

Wang Yunxiao was quite shocked. Due to previous incidents, Qin Xiangdong had sustained severe injuries, bedridden and comatose for days on end. Even the doctors had said whether he survived was up to fate.

He thought that even if the man woke up, he’d need much longer to recover.

Yet here he was, back at work already.

Qin Xiangdong had lost a lot of weight. The once stubborn and rough man, as obstinate as a stone in a latrine, was now little more than skin and bones, looking like he’d topple over with a gust of wind.

Physical injuries could be treated, but the mental erosion and contamination he suffered were practically a death sentence for most ordinary folks.

But he had pulled through, and impressively, he even seemed in decent spirits.

"Made a fool of myself, huh."

Qin Xiangdong draped a coat over his shoulders, holding a cigarette to his nose for a sniff before putting it aside.

"I originally thought that without relying on you youngsters, I could handle things myself. But the enemy was too cunning, and the cost we paid was too high this time."

When the topic of October’s fourth special operation came up, Wang Yunxiao felt an ache in his chest.

It wasn’t just the department’s personnel losses; his own team had suffered heavily. Chen Yan and Little Gourd narrowly escaped death, Zhou Qing didn’t even bear mentioning, and even he himself had been forced to resort to using the notebook’s forbidden power.

Scraping poison off the bone—it’s always a case of hurting the enemy a thousand times while wounding yourself eight hundred times.

Thankfully, they achieved their goal. If that old bastard had survived, Wang Yunxiao couldn’t even fathom how bitterly upset he’d be.

"I heard your school’s on winter break. Want to come work?"

Qin Xiangdong was a pragmatic man. After a few lines of reflection, he got straight to the point: "Look at you lazing around outside. You’re probably stressing the department out even more. Why not come to work and actually contribute to society?"

Who said I’m lazing around?

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but pout. "While you were lying in the hospital bed, we were out there so busy that we couldn’t tell which way was up. This is the first time I’ve had even a sliver of leisure! Even a landlord wouldn’t treat their donkey like this!"

"Besides, all the petty nonsense on the streets nowadays doesn’t really require the Special Service Section, does it?"

"That’s not how you should look at it. Isn’t the year-end approaching?"

Qin Xiangdong chuckled. "They say the year-end’s the toughest hurdle. The closer it gets, the less you can afford to drop your guard."