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

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts! President, please...please be gentle! Please be gentle!"

"Don't go that fast!! Slow down!!"

Xiaolan lay face down on the soft mat in the gym, her face buried in her crossed arms, her voice muffled, with a slight gasp.

Her T-shirt was pulled up below her shoulder blades, revealing a noticeable purplish-blue bruise on the right side of her fair back.

It extends diagonally from the shoulder to the middle of the back, like a stain of ink that has been accidentally spilled.

Lin Shen sighed, "Bai, she really is white!"

As he sighed, his hands were covered in brownish-yellow medicinal wine, which he pressed against the edge of the bruise.

Hearing her cry, he stopped what he was doing and lifted his fingers slightly: "How about this? Is the pressure okay?"

Xiaolan carefully felt it, then hesitated and said, "Hmm...it's too light, use a little more force."

Lin Shen pressed his hand down again, this time with more force, his thumb slowly pushing and kneading along the muscle lines.

Xiao Lan let out a soft groan, her body tensed for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

Her voice was much softer than before, with a slightly nasal tone: "...Um...that's it."

"..." Lin Shen didn't say anything more, focusing on massaging the bruise for her.

His technique was quite skilled.

After all, he had been bruised quite a few times by Xiaolan during this period, and he had gained experience in applying medicated wine to himself, knowing what pressure to use to rub away the bruises without causing further damage.

His palms, warm from the medicinal wine, pressed gently against the skin of her back, spreading out the bluish-purple bruises in circles.

Xiao Lan lay there, her face buried in her arms, only the tip of her bright red ear showing.

Her heart was beating faster than usual, but she realized that President Lin was really just carefully applying the medicated wine to her, without any unnecessary movements or taking the opportunity to touch any places he shouldn't.

He applied the medicated wine with the seriousness of someone who was genuinely treating a training partner's muscle injury.

This discovery brought her a quiet sense of relief, and she silently told herself: Don't overthink it!

President Lin only sees you as a training partner!

What are you thinking about?

While pressing a stiff muscle near her shoulder blade with his palm, Lin Shen broke the silence by speaking casually, as if chatting about the weather: "By the way, how did your teacher's wedding go?"

"I haven't seen much news coverage of it, so it probably didn't work out, right?"

Xiaolan, lying down, sighed softly after hearing the question, her voice filled with undisguised regret and sadness: "Well... the wedding definitely can't happen."

"Matsumoto-sensei cried so hard, I've never seen her like that before..."

She paused, then lowered her voice, "Sonoko and I stayed there with her for a long time and talked to her a lot, but it didn't seem to make any difference."

"She just kept crying and didn't want to say anything."

Lin Shen didn't stop what he was doing, but he smirked.

He thought to himself: Matsumoto Sayuri didn't tell him that Takasugi Toshihiko wanted to drag her down with him!

Thinking of this, Lin Shen silently shook his head in his heart.

Even with a gun pointed at his head, he's still trying to protect the image of Takasugi Toshihiko!

In response, he could only sigh and complain: "Love-obsessed people are truly terrifying!"

As he thought of this, his gaze unconsciously fell on Xiaolan, who was lying in front of him, and he silently added in his mind:

Xiaolan seems to be a hopeless romantic...

Xiao Lan, of course, had no idea what Lin Shen was thinking at that moment.

She lay on the mat, feeling the warm medicinal wine slowly seeping into her muscles, and the stiff and sore area on her back relaxed considerably.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke.

Her voice was hesitant, as if she had carefully considered what to say before daring to say it: "Um... President Lin... I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Lin Shen paused for a moment: "What is it? Tell me."

Xiaolan lifted her face slightly from her arms, turned her head to look at him, and asked with a hint of cautious expectation in her eyes: "Well... isn't there a piano over at the coffee shop?"

"I don't think many people play it usually... I was wondering if it would be possible for Mr. Matsumoto to play it occasionally?"

As she spoke, her tone quickened, as if afraid Lin Shen would refuse, and she quickly added, "Ms. Matsumoto is a professional piano teacher, and she plays very well."

"Given her current state, staying cooped up at home will only make her more and more miserable..."

"I think it would be better if she could have a place to play the piano or do something to distract herself."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Lin Shen nervously, as if waiting for an answer that might be rejected.

She knew that the piano was expensive, and Miss Mingmei usually took good care of it.

Xiaolan was prepared to be rejected, after all, such an expensive piano wouldn't be touched by just anyone.

After listening, Lin Shen nodded almost without hesitation: "Sure. No problem."

"Just let Matsumoto-sensei come anytime, just let Akemi know."

"I knew the café was missing something... Turns out, it was missing a pianist!!"

He didn't mind doing Ran a favor, saying, "If Ms. Matsumoto plays well, I'll invite her to stay here permanently!"

Xiaolan's eyes lit up immediately, and even her voice became much lighter than before: "Really? Thank you, President Lin!"

Lin Shen screwed the cap back on the bottle of medicinal liquor, wiped the remaining liquid off his hands with a tissue, and casually said, "It's nothing."

Xiaolan sat up from the mat and stretched her right shoulder and back.

She rotated her shoulders and raised her arms, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the stiffness and soreness she had felt earlier had mostly subsided, and her movements were much smoother.

Xiaolan turned to look at Lin Shen, her eyes filled with renewed enthusiasm, and said, "President, let's change the second half of today's training to offensive drills."

"I'll defend, you attack." Lin Shen stood up, cracked his wrists, and nodded without any hesitation, "Okay. Then I won't hold back."

He got into position, his gaze focused and serious.

The two met eyes again in the center of the mat. The brief silence and chatter seemed to have been blown away by a gust of wind, replaced by the atmosphere of impending confrontation.

Then, the intense training began again!