But after this heart-stopping moment, the boy had surely learned his lesson.
Skipping class was wrong.
Students belonged in the classroom, paying attention.
It was only a minor incident.
It didn't linger in Meng Jixi's mind for long.
But...
He looked up at the green light ahead, then at the line of cars that wasn't moving an inch.
This familiar sense of déjà vu...
Meng Jixi suddenly remembered a similar experience from the day before.
He rubbed his temples, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
Had someone run a red light up ahead again?
This time, the line of cars soon started moving.
As he drove through the intersection, Meng Jixi glanced to the side.
A figure that looked somewhat familiar caught his eye, making him pause.
It was a boy with his head lowered.
Since the boy had his back to the road, Meng Jixi couldn't see his face.
But...
That faint sense of familiarity...
Meng Jixi split his attention between driving and thinking over where the feeling came from.
He'd always been good at remembering people.
As he grew older, he'd deliberately trained that ability even further.
After all, it was useful when investigating cases.
So he never ignored his instincts.
If someone seemed familiar to him, he must have seen that boy somewhere before...
Where?
Meng Jixi simply pulled over, switched off the engine, and focused entirely on remembering.
Perhaps it was a kind of occupational habit for a police officer.
He'd always liked to think problems through until everything was clear.
Otherwise, the nagging uncertainty would make him uncomfortable.
Once, he'd been so absorbed in a problem that he nearly caused a car accident. When Father Meng found out, he'd given him a severe scolding.
He still remembered what Father Meng