I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

An hour later.

The two sat side by side on the training field floor, their backs against the wall, both looking as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

Lin Shen had several bruises on his upper body, a purple patch on his shoulder, a bruise below his left rib, and several red marks on his arm from the friction of his uniform.

He glanced down at his battle damage and was quite satisfied—all the marks were in places his clothes could cover, and his face was fine.

Xiao Lan sat next to him. She didn't have any injuries, but she was extremely exhausted. She leaned against the wall, her hair was a little disheveled, and her chest was heaving violently. Her breathing was particularly clear in the quiet gym.

She hadn't had such a satisfying game in a long time.

During club training, she always held back, afraid of hurting the younger members;

On the field, although you can give it your all, every game is subject to the limitations imposed by referees and rules.

The nearly one-hour training session she had just completed was the first time in a long time that she had the opportunity to use all her skills without holding back or worrying about anything.

That exhilarating feeling made her feel completely relaxed, both physically and mentally.

She turned her head slightly and glanced at the conspicuous bruise on Lin Shen's shoulder, a wave of guilt washing over her. She felt she had been too harsh.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Um... President Lin, let me help you apply the medicine."

"Otherwise, these bruises might hurt a lot tomorrow, and you'll have trouble even lifting your arms."

Lin Shen originally wanted to say that it wasn't necessary—he wouldn't actually feel any pain, and the bruises would all disappear once his armor was refreshed tomorrow.

But then he thought about it again. Xiao Lan offered to apply the medicine for him and even provided a massage. This kind of treatment wasn't something he could get all the time.

He immediately put on a grateful expression: "Then I'll trouble you."

He went to the locker and got a bottle of liniment and a pack of cotton balls, then returned to the center of the field.

Without any hesitation, he took off his jacket and athletic pants, leaving only athletic shorts, and then casually lay down on the training mat, exposing his back and shoulders.

Xiaolan's cheeks started to flush again when she saw him take off his clothes so decisively, but she took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She knelt down beside Lin Shen, poured the medicinal wine into her palm, rubbed her hands together a few times to warm the wine, and then carefully pressed it onto the purple bruise on his shoulder.

Lin Shen hissed.

When the medicinal wine comes into contact with the bruise, it does cause a slight stinging sensation.

But he did not dodge.

Xiaolan whispered, "Don't move... the bruise needs to be rubbed away, otherwise it will hurt even more tomorrow."

She lowered her head and carefully massaged his shoulder in circles with her fingertips, the pressure just right, striking a balance between "removing the bruises" and "not causing extra pain".

Her fingers had a thin layer of calluses from frequent karate practice, and the warmth of her fingertips, transmitted through the medicinal wine, reached his skin, bringing a warm and reassuring touch.

Lin Shen lay there, burying his face in his crossed arms and closing his eyes.

He had to admit that Xiaolan's massage technique was indeed quite good; as her fingers massaged his shoulders, the muscle fatigue that had accumulated during training was gradually dissipating.

This feeling is quite comfortable.

Xiao Lan lowered her head and carefully massaged his bruises. As she massaged, she found her heart starting to beat faster and faster uncontrollably.

Where her fingers touched the skin of his shoulder, it felt like a tiny flame burning there, giving her fingertips a slight burning sensation.

The air seemed almost too quiet; she could hear her own heartbeat growing clearer and clearer in the quiet gym.

Xiaolan felt her cheeks start to burn again.

To distract herself, she spoke, her voice tinged with a slight panic she herself didn't realize: "President Lin... why did you train me to this extent?"

Lin Shen lay on the mat with his eyes closed, chuckling to himself: What's so bad about this? I can recover completely with a quick refresh of my armor anyway. Even your spinning kick just now didn't really hurt me.

But of course he wouldn't say that out loud.

He paused for a moment, then replied in a serious tone, "I started learning martial arts too late; I don't have the foundation that you guys have built up from childhood training."

"If I don't work twice as hard, I'll never catch up. Besides, if I can't even beat you, Xiaolan, how will I deal with real criminals in the future?"

Xiao Lan paused slightly after hearing his words.

Then she chuckled, her voice gentle: "That's true... However, I think it's better to do such intense training every two or three days, otherwise your body won't be able to handle it."

Lin Shen remained lying down and replied casually, "It's okay. I'll let you know if I can't take it. Let's continue tomorrow."

Xiaolan originally wanted to say that there was still training at the club tomorrow, but then she thought about it again—the intensity of training at the club could not compare to the intensity of training here.

Where else can you fight so intensely and freely?

When she was training in the club, she had to guide the younger members from the most basic technical movements and cooperate with the coach to do group practice. There were very few opponents who could really let her play freely.

Unlike here, she can go all out without any worries, and President Lin is also very resilient. After being beaten, he can still get up from the ground with a smile and say "Again," without any concerns about the consequences!

Thinking of this, Xiaolan changed her mind: "Um... okay."

As she spoke, she had already applied the medicinal wine to the last spot.

She screwed the bottle cap back on and wiped the remaining medicinal wine off her hands with a tissue.

Lin Shen sat up from the cushion and stretched his shoulders.

I definitely feel much more relaxed than before.

He put on his sportswear, stood up, and said to Xiaolan, "Go take a shower. I have hot water and new towels. I'll wait for you in the living room."

Xiaolan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you, President."

She turned and walked toward the bathroom, a feeling she couldn't quite explain.

She took off her karate uniform, quickly rinsed off the sweat and smell of medicinal liquor, then changed into her Teitan High School uniform, dried her hair until it was half dry, and walked out of the bathroom.

Lin Shen was already waiting in the living room.

Seeing her come out, he took out 20,000 yen in cash from his pocket, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it towards her: "This is today's sparring fee."

Then he counted out another 30,000 yen from another pocket and pushed it over.

Xiaolan quickly waved her hands, her voice urgent: "No, no, no! President, you've already given me 20,000, I can't take more—"

Lin Shen stuffed the 30,000 yen into her hand, his tone casual and leaving no room for refusal: "Next time you come, don't wear your karate uniform. Go buy yourself a boxing outfit or a sports vest; it'll be easier for training."

Xiaolan looked down at the few banknotes in her hand that still carried his warmth. She opened her mouth as if to refuse again, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

She knew that once Lin Shen made up his mind, there was no point in her refusing.

She gently gripped the money in her hand, nodded, and whispered, "Thank you, President."

Xiaolan glanced at the clock on the wall and realized there was less than half an hour left before work. She quickly slung her sports backpack over her shoulder and said, "President, I have to go to work, so I'll be going now! I'll be back tomorrow afternoon!"

She went to the entrance hall, changed her shoes, bowed to Lin Shen, then pushed open the door and quickly walked out of the villa.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the streets in a warm orange-red hue.

As Ran walked back to the detective agency, she looked down at the 30,000 yen clutched in her hand, and a slight smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

She recalled the scenes from the training session just now.

Lin Shen's stubbornness in refusing to stop despite being beaten and howling, and the moment when he smiled and got up after being kicked away with all his might, saying "Continue."

He lay on the mat with his eyes closed, letting her apply the medicine while he frowned slightly but didn't say a word.

Her steps unconsciously became lighter, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind: President Lin... he's really tough.

He was hit so many times that most people would have collapsed by now, but he seemed completely unaffected.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.