Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 97 Is he your boyfriend?
Tan Jia entered Lin Zhiyue's house.

The bodyguards had probably already eaten and were sitting in the living room. The dining room was right outside the kitchen, and several dishes were laid out on the table, including a black pepper beef dish that looked fresh from the pot, steaming hot and very fragrant.

She took a deep sniff: "It smells so good."

The cook came out of the kitchen, and when she saw her, she was taken aback at first, then smiled and put down the last dish, asparagus and mushroom stir-fry, the light aroma of which was very tempting.

"Xiao Lin brought her friends back. Would you like to order two more dishes?"

Tan Jia politely declined, then chose to sit opposite Lin Zhiyue—she still remembered that he didn't like people getting close, and could tell from the other table in the living room that he, his aunt, and his bodyguard ate separately.

Three dishes and a soup—a much more lavish spread than the prepared food she had bought. Tan Jia picked up her chopsticks and first spoke to Lin Zhiyue, who had been staring at her:
"For the sake of how delicious this meal is, you may ask me two questions. But not those involving case secrets."

Although he doesn't talk much, and the things he says up to today are just mundane everyday phrases, she knows that the reason he's staring at her is because of the child he saved in the serial child murder case, plus the secret of her dream.

She's in a good mood now and is willing to reveal some secrets.

However, Lin Zhiyue did not rush to ask questions, but continued to quietly watch her.

Few people can tolerate being stared at for a long time; it can easily be offensive and make them seem like a pervert.

However, Tan Jia knew that visual observation was one of his methods of communication, and he was probably watching her eyes and mouth to discern whether she was telling the truth later.

So she let it go for two minutes, and when her patience was almost gone, she raised her eyebrows at him and said, "Hurry up, the food is getting cold."

Lin Zhiyue, who is someone who stares at others all day long as if no one else is around, will subconsciously look away when stared back, and the wisps of hair above his eyebrows will sway slightly.

"Aren't you busy until this time every day? Don't you have time to cook for yourself?"

This is not a question worth asking.

Tan Jia asked with a hint of amusement, "Are you sure you want to ask this first question? You're not going to ask what I've been doing these past few days or my secrets?"

She received no answer. Now it was her turn to stare at him.

Lin Zhiyue was wearing loungewear; the neckline of his crew neck shirt was wider than usual, revealing his prominent collarbone. He looked slender and tall, like the bamboo stalks she had seen rustling in the wind while cycling. He was looking down, his hair obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, revealing only his thin lips and high nose, which stood out on his face.

She's not the only one with this type of suitor; he's quite a novelty.

“I’m not very good at cooking,” Tan Jia answered slowly. “And the second question?”

Lin Zhiyue: "You can eat here."

“I can tell you what you mean, but I’m asking the second question.”

"...What happened when you went out late at night a few days ago?"

Even though it was a serious question, Tan Jia couldn't help but laugh out loud.

That meaningful smile made Lin Zhiyue's jaw tighten, as if she was using the laughter to say that he was just using this question to cover up his real purpose.

"You know about what happened around one or two in the morning; they've been keeping a close eye on me. But I can tell you, though. There was a new case that day, and it was quite urgent, so I went out in the middle of the night."

After she finished speaking, she stretched her arms, her chopsticks hovering over the black pepper beef, and said, "Question over, can we eat now?"

Lin Zhiyue silently picked up her chopsticks.

They all took turns picking at the beef. Tan Jia ate with gusto, his expression showing he was deeply impressed by the dish's deliciousness. He took a bite but didn't find anything particularly special about it.

But with his second chopstick, he picked up some beef.

The meal was eaten in silence. Lin Zhiyue was not a talkative person and was not very good at talking. Tan Jia was mainly so engrossed in the aroma of the food that she didn't have much time to speak. After finishing her meal, she put down her chopsticks, leaned back in her chair, and sighed contentedly.

"It's delicious."

Lin Zhiyue also put down his chopsticks, moved his lips, and said, "Auntie makes a lot every day."

"You want to invite me to come over for meals every day? That's not a very nice idea."

“You can.” “Is it ‘I’ can, or ‘I’m able’? Oh, I forgot to analyze the semantic difficulty for you. But it’s too much to freeload every day. I’ll just come over occasionally for a meal. In exchange, I can take you out to play tomorrow.”

"What?" His gaze shifted to the display cabinet in the living room, where two newly made maple leaf clay sculptures were drying.

Tan Jia glanced at it and said, "It's not dough sculpting. I've been doing dough sculpting for a few days and need a day off. I plan to go to the new course the day after tomorrow. I'm going to the archery range tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to come?"

Lin Zhiyue nodded hesitantly.

"Then wait for me on the street near the archery range. I have something to do in the morning and won't be going home."

……

Time seems to pass more slowly when you have something to look forward to.

Lin Zhiyue spent half a day at home studying dough sculpting techniques, drew a picture, and frowned as he looked at his phone many times before the appointed time arrived. His bodyguard then drove him to the agreed location.

The archery range was located at the very end of a pedestrian street, making it difficult to drive in, so he got out of the car and waited for someone.

A few minutes later, Tan Jia was seen gliding across the street on a longboard. His posture was casual, and the wind blew the ends of his hair and green hair back to his neck, revealing his aggressive appearance.

When others approach her, she just glances at them casually, her gaze sweeping over everyone indiscriminately, ignoring them completely before getting on her skateboard and walking away, as if she's used to these kinds of casual encounters that don't require a response.

Reaching him, Tan Jia deftly tilted the front of his skateboard, smoothly retracted his longboard, and greeted him: "Pretty punctual."

It's clearly a greeting used by ordinary friends.

But everyone around could see the boy staring at the girl with such focused attention that it drew attention away from anyone who tried to strike up a conversation. Under this unwavering gaze, those who were about to approach him walked away.

Tan Jia was used to being stared at, so he didn't pay any attention and led the people to the archery range.

She brought her own equipment and didn't need a coach. She just got a membership card, took Lin Zhiyue to choose a training bow and arm and finger guards, found two parallel archery paths, and gave him a simple lesson.

"You can try it first, but don't overdo it, or your hand will hurt and it will affect your drawing. If you don't like it after trying it, you can also play darts and billiards here. If you don't like either of them, you can wait for me in the VIP lounge next door."

Lin Zhiyue obediently tried two arrows, but found them uninteresting, and turned his head to look at the archery range next door.

Tan Jia seemed well-suited for archery; her posture and gaze exuded determination and strength. When the arrow struck the inner circle of the bullseye, others gathered around to applaud and praise her, but she didn't spare a glance. The second arrow flew out, causing her hair to sway, and with another solid "thud," it hit the bullseye again.

She tucked a bit of her black T-shirt with letters into her waistband. As she moved, the stacked silver necklaces collided, the end of the cross stopping at her chest.

She attracted the attention of half the people in the venue.

Like the scorching sun. He observed her without blinking.

He said he was taking Lin Zhiyue out to play, but Lin Zhiyue spent more time in the VIP area, and Tan Jia was basically playing by himself.

When I went to the front desk to recharge my card after the event, the owner even asked, "Did you bring your boyfriend with you?"

"No."

"Is that a suitor? He's been staring at you the whole time, without even turning his head. He's completely absorbed in it."

Tan Jia glanced at Lin Zhiyue, who was walking this way, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Who knows?"

After paying the fee, they took the people home. This time, they rode in Lin Zhiyue's luxury car. They chatted casually about archery in the car, and arrived in half an hour.

As she entered the underground parking lot, the security guard suddenly called out to her.

"Miss Tan, there's a package for you."

Tan Jia was surprised to receive the small box. Thinking it was something her parents had sent back, she carefully opened it and found a postcard inside.

The front shows a candid photo of her, and the back has a sentence written on it: "We belong to the army of justice."

Her expression changed instantly, and her brows furrowed tightly.

(End of this chapter)