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

This is the first time I've watched a romance film that combines the two lives of Zhong Xun.

To be honest, it's very boring.

The drama features three couples and incorporates many popular melodramatic elements.

The first pair of Alphas mistakenly believe that the Omega they have always loved is the son of their father's killer. They have mouths but don't know how to ask questions. After unilaterally convicting him, they turn their backs on him like flipping a book and start trying to torture the Omega.

When Zhong Xun saw Alpha's self-narration, "I love you, but I hate you even more. Let's fall into hell together," he sneered.

The second couple was a duo of Alphas, and the intense clash of hormones and pheromones caused many to gasp in surprise. However, when the plot forced one of them to die for love, the movie theater was filled with soft sobs.

Zhong Xun turned to the side and whispered, "He clearly has explosive combat power and could have led his lover out of the encirclement, but he had to throw his life away for nothing because of so-called discipline."

Meng Jingting: "I understand that a little..."

"What did you say?"

"I don't quite understand that either."

The third couple is a love story between a dramatic Omega and an older Alpha. They're so cheesy that they practically choke on sugary sweetness the moment they make eye contact. The Omega pouts whenever he's shy, and his makeup and styling are just plain bizarre. His lip gloss looks like lard, and the impact on the big screen is explosive. Zhong Xun thought it was okay the first time he saw it, but the second time he couldn't help but close his eyes.

A nice date...

"It looks pretty good," Meng Jing said.

Zhong Xun: "?"

He turned his head and found that the man was looking at him quite seriously, and it didn't seem like he was faking it.

Zhong Xun: "..."

After finally making it to the end, Zhong Xun was a little exhausted and needed to eat more later.

In contrast to Zhong Xun's numbness, Meng Jingting was clearly having a good experience. He sincerely extended an invitation: "If there are any new romance movies, I'll treat you to one."

Zhong Xun's nerves skipped a beat.

At this moment, another kind of guilt and unease overwhelmed Zhong Xun.

He thought that being reborn at a point in time before anything happened meant that it was not too late.

But clearly, the puppet left an indelible shadow on Meng Jingting, to the point that he couldn't distinguish what a normal and healthy relationship should be like. Unless Meng Jingting really had some unknown fetish, it's hard to explain why he liked such a terrible movie.

  

Is it really a case of "one man's poison is another man's honey"?

Zhong Xun was incredulous, but under Meng Jingting's hopeful gaze, he gritted his teeth and decided that three hours of torture wasn't unacceptable: "Okay."

Meng Jing accepted the half-empty Coke cup from his hand.

Before throwing it into the trash can, Meng Jingting quickly finished his drink in two gulps.

Zhong Xun felt as if a blade of grass was brushing against his heart.

Neither of them mentioned it, and they went straight to the restaurant.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer an unobstructed view of the central square.

The food at this restaurant was quite good; Zhong Xun ate two bowls of rice with the dishes.

The consequence of taking a whole day off was that the tribunal called before dinner was even over.

Tan Que was speaking in a serious and urgent tone on the other end.

Meng Jing put down his chopsticks.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Xun said, "I've finished eating anyway. You go ahead and do your work. I'll take a taxi home myself."

"Let me take you there first..."

"No need," Zhong Xun interrupted. "Tan Que doesn't usually do this. Don't delay things."

Meng Jingting nodded, got up and picked up his coat.

Zhong Xun rested his arms on the table and said with a slight smile, "Drive carefully."

"Okay." Meng Jingting's expression changed slightly, like a shooting star flashing across the dark night sky, before he strode away.

After leaving the restaurant, Zhong Xun fed the pigeons in the square for two minutes.

The gentle breeze carried laughter and cheerful voices, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, as if pollutants were something far away.

There were taxis available on the roadside, and Zhong Xun got in and gave them his address.

He got home early, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then sat down at his computer and opened his email.

The first email was from Meng Jingting, concerning the admission standards for the Medical Department of the Tribunal.

Three of the exams are known for their "abnormally high difficulty."

Modern medicine has broken free from traditional constraints. Since the emergence of secondary sexual characteristics and the beginning of pheromones dominating the body, the medical field has undergone a major overhaul, with more advanced and precise medical devices largely replacing manual labor.

Basic knowledge, related extensions, practical experience, and even proficiency in various instruments are the foundation of the assessment.

Two of the books alone are as thick as three bricks stacked together.

Zhong Xun placed the order calmly; for him, it wasn't about learning from scratch, but rather about reviewing and consolidating his knowledge.

In my past life, I learned everything I could.

Meng Jing didn't return the next day. On the third day at noon, security delivered a file bag.

Zhong Xun opened it and, as he had hoped, saw two invitations.

Zhong Xun wasn't interested in the fact that Zhao Maodian had exhausted himself trying to get the invitation letter; he took a picture and sent it to Meng Jingting.

In the evening, Meng Jingting replied to the message: 【I understand, I'll come.】

Zhong Xun: [Are you tired?]

Meng Jingting: [Not tired. I dealt with two Class A pollutants, but Tan Que was seriously injured.]

Zhong Xun was startled and decided to make a phone call.

Meng Jingting answered immediately.

"It's a grove of locust trees with hallucinogenic properties. There have been rumors that it's haunted. Tan Que's protective mask was blown off by a eucalyptus branch during the fight, and he inhaled the maximum amount of toxic gas, causing him to lose consciousness immediately," Meng Jingting said in a deep voice.

Tan Que was his liaison, and he was extremely loyal, which naturally worried Meng Jingting.

Zhong Xun's tone softened: "The protective mask isn't secure enough?"

Meng Jingting held his breath, and after a moment said, "Your current level of sensitivity surprises me."

"It's not just keen observation, it's illogical," Zhong Xun said. "I remember your combat uniforms were meticulously crafted from start to finish; there shouldn't be this kind of problem."

"Yes, it's already under investigation."

Zhong Xun: "Is Tan Que in the courtroom? I'll go see him tomorrow."

"At the First Hospital," Meng Jing heard. "The antidote there is more authoritative. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be transferred back to the Tribunal tomorrow night."

"I understand." Zhong Xun earnestly reminded him, "You also need to be careful."

"Um."

As soon as it was light, Zhong Xun ate breakfast and went to pick up the fruit basket and flowers she had ordered.

Tan Que's identity was special; he was the only person on each floor of the hospital building, which was not open to the public. It was only because Meng Jing had given permission that Zhong Xun was able to enter without hindrance.

When they arrived at the ward door, they heard Tan Que talking into his phone: "Don't worry, I'm really fine. You two don't need to come. I'm going back to the Tribunal tonight."

"Oh, really, you don't need to. Be a good girl."

Tan Que stood at the window in his hospital gown, a helpless yet warm smile on his face.

Zhong Xun remembered that Tan Que was a son born late in life, so his parents naturally cherished him like a treasure.

After finally calming his parents down and exchanging a few more words, Tan Que hung up the phone. He stared at his phone screen, a hint of longing in his eyes.

dong dong——

Hearing the knock, Tan Que said, "Come in."

"Do you need your dressing changed?" Tan Que asked, taking off his outermost hospital gown, revealing bandages wrapped around his shoulders and back. "Why are you here so early today?"

Zhong Xun: "Ah...you should still put it on."

"A ghost has appeared!" Tan Que thought to himself, his arms jerking upwards to tighten his clothes, then he abruptly turned around, staring at Zhong Xun with a suspicious look: "How did you get up here?"

"Of course it was approved by your boss." Zhong Xun placed the fruit basket and flowers on the table.

Tan Que was like a cat with its fur standing on end, always feeling that Zhong Xun had hidden a bomb in the fruit basket.