Before I said this, my mind was already racing rapidly, and I was going to rush out of Master's office as soon as I finished speaking, thinking that Master was joking with me I still assume in my heart that as long as I go out, I will know if I am joking by seeing Master's reaction.
I don't accept any assumptions, because my job is to talk about evidence, and I have a preconceived idea that Master is just wrong with his nerves, and he is just joking with me The moment I turned around and wanted to rush out of Master's office, I was grabbed by Master, and he didn't treat me as a girl at all, and I was like a judge from Master who used to cherish me.
For a moment, I panicked Almost instantaneously, I reflexively wanted to break free from Master's hand pulling my collar, and shouted to Master in a very impulsive tone: "Master, you're a girl, what kind of body are you pulling my collar like this?"
After shouting, I began to try hard to break free from Master's hand, but I refused to turn back.
In fact, only I know in my heart that I am afraid to turn back In the past, Master used to joke with me sometimes, but today I have a feeling of panic and feel that he is not joking with me I want to be on my own I want to say a lot of things and be respected by the other colleagues in the bureau, because that's what the two masters have always wanted to see.
For myself, I just want to work well and I don't think face is very important.
Because I think that as long as I don't make any mistakes in my work, everyone will gradually see my efforts and gradually begin to recognize my ability.
But say a thousand things and ten thousand I never thought that Master would suddenly make the decision to leave, and I was really not mentally prepared at all.
"I'll let you out when you're done," the master dragged me back, almost missing him.
The soles of my feet shook, and I almost lost my neck, and as soon as I stood firmly, there was a small notebook in front of me.
There are two golden words clearly printed on it, passport I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe it's a reflex and following my inner turmoil.
Turning his head and looking directly at the master, he said angrily: "Why are you sick, I made fun of your apprentice early in the morning, isn't it a bit too much for you to be a master?"
Ever since I was with the current master, I have always respected him, although sometimes I would make a few jokes because of my acquaintance.
But I've never been so rude to shout directly at my master, but I really can't help it.
I still pretend that Master is joking with me, and seeing that I am really angry, I will take the initiative to admit that I have gone too far.
As a result, I made things simpler, and Master's face became more serious than just now, and the seriousness made me even more flustered.
"If I am sick or not, how can I give up the forensic work I love, leave my own country alone, and go to a foreign country where I am not familiar with life," Master solemnly scared me.
My nose was sore all of a sudden, and I couldn't control it, and the bad premonition in my heart became even stronger.
His voice was a little unsteady and he looked at the master, "Master, you are joking with me, are you asking your apprentice to have a good breakfast, will it cause me to have a bad digestion and stomach pain?"
There was a hint of pleading in my words, and I imagined that Master would be able to hold it back immediately, burst out laughing, and then told me that he was indeed playing tricks on me aa2705221: