After saying that, Shan Sihua glanced at the empty bunk near the door again, with a puzzled look on his face.

Seeing Shan Sihua's confused look, the young man replied casually: "The boss is watching TV and won't be back until very late."

Can you watch TV here? Compared with such good treatment and prison cells, the difference is extraordinary.

Since I can watch TV, why is only Cangba's bunk empty?

Shan Sihua's eyes widened even more, and he became more and more curious, and asked: "Is it possible to watch TV here? Then why didn't you watch it?"

"I told you that I'm also new here, so how do I understand it so clearly?" The young man sighed helplessly: "Anyway, I only know that except for Cang Ba, others are not allowed to go to the office to watch TV."

Is the Cangba here so awesome? He can even go to the office and watch TV with the guards?

Shaking his head in sigh, Shan Sihua felt that this fish pond was really a paradise. No wonder he had to write applications over and over again, and only prisoners with good performance in labor could come here.

For a time, Shan Sihua became very interested in the position of Cangba. He could be Cangba there, so he should be able to fight for it here.

Shan Sihua, who felt itchy in his heart, took a look at the other prisoners and found that they were also looking at him curiously, but they didn't look as viciously as he imagined.

Judging from their appearance, these people are several years older than Shan Sihua. I wonder how old Cang Ba is.

Shan Sihua looked away and asked the young man: "How old is this Cang Ba?"

"He seems to be in his thirties." After saying this, the young man huddled into bed and stopped talking to Shan Sihua.

I originally wanted to ask him more about the situation in this room, but unexpectedly, this young man has a boring personality.

Shan Sihua smiled bitterly and shook his head. He found that the other prisoners were looking at him with strange eyes, and he couldn't help but secretly sighed: It was probably because they had just inquired about Cang Ba's age that they were disgusted. It was a new arrival for him, so he had better be careful.

Just when Shan Sihua curled up into the warm bed and prepared to have a good sleep, a male voice came from the door: "New student 9526, come to the office immediately."

When Shan Sihua heard his number being read, he didn't dare to neglect. He quickly put on his cotton-padded clothes and followed the correctional staff to the office not far next door.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the instructor sitting at his desk, with a steaming tea cup in front of him.

The instructor's head was wrapped with a clean bandage. He was in high spirits and no longer in pain as he had been in the morning.

It seemed that the instructor's injury was not serious. Shan Sihua couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting on the sofa behind the instructor was a man in prison uniform, who looked to be in his thirties, staring intently at the large-screen color TV in front of him.

Shan Sihua remembered what the young man said just now, "The boss is watching TV and won't be back until very late."

Could this man be Cang Ba?

What are the rules here, and Cangba actually watches TV with the guards?

Perplexed, Shan Sihua subconsciously took another look at the man on the sofa and found that he was also staring at her.

Seeing Shan Sihua come in, the man in prison uniform slowly stood up and said goodbye. The instructor did not try to persuade him to stay. When he walked out of the office, he said one word to Shan Sihua: "Sit down."

It seemed that the subconscious desire to be a warehouse bully was at work. When Shan Sihua heard the instructor yelling "sit", Shan Sihua couldn't help but sit where the man in prison uniform had just sat.

"About this morning's accident, I have reported it to the leader." The instructor took a sip of hot tea and continued: "The above will give you high praise for your performance in not taking advantage of the chaos to escape and also assisting in the rescue."

At this point, the instructor was asked to stop talking and look coldly at Shan Sihua's round face, as if admiring a newly unearthed cultural relic.

Shan Sihua was stared at so hard that he thought to himself: Listening to this tone, he should be giving himself extra points. Why did he stop talking in the middle of the sentence? Could it be that his intention to escape was discovered by the instructor, and now he is going to give him some points?

Taking classes by yourself?

After staring for five seconds, the instructor continued: "Before I ask this question, you must answer honestly, without telling any lies."

It was over. Sure enough, the instructor noticed his attempt to escape. Shan Sihua secretly complained: The instructor must have pretended to be faint in the car to see if he was really trying to escape.

As soon as this idea was established in his mind, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly spread throughout Shan Sihua's body. It seemed that there was no hope of extra points!

He did not dare to look directly into the instructor's burning gaze, buried his head on his chest, and mumbled back: "I promise to answer honestly."

"Okay," said the instructor, who was very satisfied with Shan Sihua's reaction. He affirmed and then said, "I want you to tell me who you learned your Go from."

"Huh!" Shan Sihua couldn't help but let out a long breath. He thought that the instructor had discovered the problem that he wanted to escape, and he had been working on the problem of Go for a long time. Huh, it was a false alarm.

Wiping some cold sweat from his forehead, Shan Sihua told the truth about how he learned to play Go from his neighbor Uncle Fan and Uncle Fan's Go rank.

"No wonder your kid won a championship there. Yes, let's play a game when we have free time in the future." Instructor Yao made an exception and said with a smile. It seems that he is also a Go enthusiast.

Shan Sihua felt inexplicably excited when he heard the instructor's invitation. Being able to establish a chess friend relationship with the instructor would be of great benefit to his future development, and even his position as Cangba...

"Okay, let's talk about our decision." Instructor Yao put away his smile and said calmly, breaking Shan Sihua's endless thoughts.

"After we held a meeting and discussed it, based on your good performance this morning, we decided to give you an additional five points of reward first, and then publicly praise you."

The instructor said the above words calmly, which sounded like spring thunder to Shan Sihua!

Five points added? It's equivalent to reducing the sentence by another year.

Seeing the new bandage on the instructor's head, Shan Sihua was so excited that she really wanted to rush up and kiss her hard.

I really have to thank the accident in the morning for adding another five points. This means that the days before leaving have been shortened by another full year.

Shan Sihua, who had been calling out his bad luck in the morning, was now silently shouting long live.

Naturally, the instructor didn't understand what Shan Sihua was thinking. Seeing his shocked expression, he said some words of praise, asking Shan Sihua to continue to display his enthusiasm for work there and strive for extra points.

After saying goodbye to the instructor, Shan Sihua didn't know how he returned to the prison cell. He only felt that his body was light and his whole body was enveloped by an unprecedented sense of happiness.

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