Amid thunderous applause, Shen Xian walked out from backstage. She bowed deeply to everyone, those young and tender faces below, weren't they once her own reflection?
After connecting the computer, she began to play and explain some characteristic bomb cases she had analyzed recently, dissecting their principles and the possible solutions for defusing them.
She spoke in great detail, and the students below were all taking notes with their heads down, absorbed in the lesson.
Looking out over the crowd, Shen Xian suddenly saw a familiar face; he wore gold-rimmed glasses and was looking at her from afar with a smile on his face.
Her heart skipped a beat. How could this be possible!
Since the distance was too great, she thought she might have been mistaken, so she moved two steps closer to the front, trying to get a better look.
