You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

After leaving the medical room, Meng Jingting drove the courthouse car.

Zhong Xun sat in the passenger seat and sensed that the man didn't seem very happy.

Although he still maintained that deep and indifferent demeanor.

"Let me treat you to dinner," Zhong Xun said. "Hot pot?"

Meng Jingting: "Okay, the location."

After Zhong Xun gave his location, the traffic light turned green. He asked softly, "Did the meeting not go well? You seem unhappy."

Meng Jing heard: "...No."

"Speak." Zhong Xun's tone remained calm, but Meng Jing's skin gradually tightened, a situation that wouldn't occur even when facing the most dangerous pollutants or miasma.

Meng Jingting is not afraid of Zhong Xun's hysteria as before, but rather now.

It was like going back to his childhood. His parents were busy with official duties, and little Meng Jingting couldn't express his longing. He would sit alone at the door watching the ant hole. Not far away was Zhong Xun's maternal grandparents' house. Zhong Xun, who had bought snacks, saw Meng Jingting and first licked his lollipop. When Meng Jingting didn't react, he shared some of the snacks with her: "Here, have some."

Xiao Mengjing was very principled; he glanced at it indifferently and then looked away.

The next second, Xiao Zhongxun's slap came thunderously.

It made me see stars briefly.

Xiao Zhongxun said in an innocent and cute tone, "Here, after you finish eating, come to my house, I'll show you around."

Xiao Mengjing stubbornly persisted three times, but because he hadn't differentiated yet, he was no match for Xiao Zhongxun in either physical strength or speed. He was completely stunned and dragged into the yard by Zhongxun like a puppet. The kind old man immediately picked him up: "Oh dear, where did this porcelain doll come from?"

  

Under the sunlight, that face, as withered as tree bark, radiated a calming power.

Xiao Mengjing immediately stopped rejecting it.

Xiao Zhongxun took an ice cream from the refrigerator and gave it to him. "Here, have some."

Meng Jing did not refuse.

Before, I was afraid of getting beaten up, but now?

In a moment of distraction, Zhong Xun and the others lost all patience.

Zhong Xun moved his arm slightly, and Meng Jing immediately started the self-driving car as if by reflex, then looked over warily.

Zhong Xun was taken aback: "What, you thought I was going to hit you?"

Meng Jingting: "...No, it's just a professional habit."

Zhong Xun seemed to remember something, and a smile filled her clear, beautiful eyes.

"Still holding a grudge?"

Meng Jing thought to himself, "What kind of grudge is this?"

The atmosphere gradually relaxed.

Zhong Xun covered his lips with one hand. "Can you tell me now? Why are you unhappy?"

"You..." A small, nameless flame ignited in Meng Jingting's heart. Those innocent childhood days were instantly brought closer. He stared at Zhong Xun, who was so close yet so familiar. The shell that he thought would never be peeled off suddenly let in a lot of fresh air.

Feeling the surge of emotion welling up inside him, Meng Jing asked calmly, "If you were to counsel them, would you feel the same way?"

Like that?

Zhong Xun recalled the way the tentacles had affectionately rubbed against Meng Jingting at the last moment.

Zhong Xun: "Let me show you."

This time, the mental tentacles invaded the mental sea with a completely businesslike attitude. They found two intertwined mental forces and mechanically separated them. As for pheromones, Meng Jingting tried his best but couldn't sense them. After finishing the job, the tentacles slapped Meng Jingting's skull.

I have this inexplicable resentment about going to work.

It seems that the 70% compatibility doesn't exist.

Meng Jingting: "..."

Okay, I understand.

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "Your Honor, please rest assured, you are different from others."

Meng Jingting looked at the windshield, where the slight curve of his lips was faintly reflected.

Zhong Xun booked a private room. Meng Jingting's identity was rather sensitive, so they tried to minimize her exposure when she was out.

Zhong Xun ordered a table full of dishes, both meat and vegetables. Meng Jingting initially had no appetite, but Zhong Xun served him a couple of meals. In addition, the soup base was quite delicious, so Meng Jingting gradually started to enjoy the food.

"Here are the fish balls for you, don't you like them?" Meng Jing's hand was very steady as she placed the tender white fish balls into Zhong Xun's bowl.

Zhong Xun hummed in agreement and lowered his head to bite off a layer of skin.

Meng Jing listened to the warning: "Be careful, it'll burn you."

"Okay~"

His tone was languid, and Meng Jing's ears began to burn.

"By the way, could you send me a copy of the information about your Tribunal's medics?" Zhong Xun said.

Meng Jing paused, chopsticks in his hand: "Are you serious?"

Zhong Xun: "I spent the whole afternoon counseling people, do you think I was joking?"

Meng Jing didn't say anything more.

After finishing their meal, they learned that Meng Jingting had already paid the bill.

Zhong Xun pulled out her useless payment code and turned to look at the man.

Meng Jing's words were flawless.

The cashier smiled first: "You two are a perfect match. He can buy today, and you can buy tomorrow."

Zhong Xun put on a flawless smile again: "Thank you, and I wish you success in your work."

"Mmm! Ooh~"

Just as Zhong Xun was about to leave the hall, he saw Qi Tian and Yu Zhouci coming in.

The most comical scene was that before Zhong Xun could even make a move, Qi Tianxian looked like he had seen a ghost, showing a panicked and helpless expression. The next second, Yu Zhouci took a defensive step and protected him behind him. Seeing this, the bodyguards came out and formed two layers around him.

Zhong Xun, the beauty who drew all the lights in the hall, suddenly seemed to have transformed into a beast that devoured people.

Zhong Xun narrowed his eyes upon seeing this.

That is……

Oh, Yu Zhouci, that narcissist, and Qi Tian, ​​that daydreamer.

Meng Jingting stepped forward and stood beside Zhong Xun.

"Do you know why I loathe Qi Tian so much?" Zhong Xun said to himself in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Before my mother divorced Qi Heye, Qi Tian and his mother came into the house together. Of all the things, he smashed the jade pendant that my grandmother left me."

"Later, my mother divorced Qi Heye, and Qi Tian and his mother couldn't wait to move in. All the jewelry and toys that they hadn't taken were looted. The woman even pretended to tell Qi Heye that we could go back anytime."

"I used to have a dog. When I was 12, I went to Qi Heye's place during summer vacation. In just one afternoon, the dog was gone. That good-for-nothing Qi Tian cried by the pool, insisting that my dog ​​bit him, but there wasn't even a tooth mark on his leg."

"Everyone says he's kind, but where exactly does his kindness lie?" Zhong Xun asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.

During a later confrontation, Qi Tian finally lost his temper and said in a trembling voice, "Everyone is spreading rumors that my mother was a mistress, and that I am the mistress's child. Is this the life I chose, Zhong Xun? What right do you have to push all the blame onto me? As for the past, who hasn't made mistakes? I was only nine years old when I moved into the Qi family. Do you expect me to be some kind of morally superior and righteous person?"

"But looking at it now," Zhong Xun said, "it's utter nonsense."

No matter how much Qi Tian improved and became more refined, Zhong Xun still remembered the hatred that flashed in the child's eyes when they first met—a desire to drag him down and take his place.

"Brother Jingting, what are you two doing together?" Qi Tian ignored Zhong Xun and greeted him familiarly.

Meng Jingting was still immersed in those secret past events, which Zhong Xun had never mentioned before.

The next second, Zhong Xun stepped over.