The profession of being an undercover agent was something Lu Chuan only saw in movies before college.
At that time, being undercover felt to Lu Chuan like it was similar to being a spy or an operative.
Either equipped with high-tech gadgets or covered in tattoos and gold chains.
But after entering the Public Security University, Lu Chuan realized that undercover agents are just people.
Ordinary people.
On the eve of their graduation, they had a special class on confidentiality.
The course had a nice name: The Self-Cultivation of a Seed Player.
Initially, Lu Chuan thought such things had nothing to do with him or anyone he knew.
However, Zhao Tianyu's speculation and Wang Feng's expression told him that Wang Feng had indeed been chosen.
"It's really nothing, just learned a few more things."
Wang Feng downed a glass of beer, burped, and neither confirmed nor denied it.
"Next time we meet, there's no need to pretend you don't know me."
