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

Zhong Xun went to the cafeteria in the evening and saw Meng Jingting as soon as he entered. Meng Jingting was sitting at a table by himself and eating very quickly. Zhong Xun went to the window to get two dishes and was about to turn back when Meng Jingting got up and left.

Liaison officer Tan Que looked back at Meng Jingting and then at Zhong Xun.

Xie Wencheng patted him on the back, signaling him to eat his meal properly.

Zhong Xun's smile remained unchanged, but in his heart he was thinking, "You're really bold."

clang-

The plate hit the ground, and Meng Jingting immediately turned around.

One of the adjudicators, who had accompanied Chung Hsun into the "malignancy" yesterday, was completely subdued by the mental tentacles. Upon seeing this, he quickly picked up his plate and asked, "Dr. Chung, are you alright?"

Zhong Xun said gently, "It's nothing."

Xu Hengzhou stepped forward. "You're only eating two vegetables? Why isn't there even any rice?"

Zhong Xun sighed, "I have no appetite."

In an instant, the cafeteria fell silent, all eyes turning to Meng Jingting. Their usual respect remained undiminished, but today, even the great adjudicator had to bear the reprimand! What a good person Dr. Zhong was! A prodigal son's return is priceless; now he's risking his life alongside his brothers. Boss, what on earth are you doing?!

Meng Jingting: "..."

Meng Jingting calmly scrutinized Zhong Xun, realizing that the overflowing sorrow was all an act. Meng Jingting warned himself that once he got through this hurdle, Zhong Xun would never dare to risk his life again!

Then, under the barrage of piercing stares, Meng Jing turned and left.

Zhong Xun lowered his head and chuckled softly.

Only Xie Wencheng felt uneasy and wanted to rescue Meng Jingting, begging him not to do anything reckless, as Zhong Xun's slaps were no joke.

But the others didn't think so. Some poured water for Zhong Xun, others served him food, and Xu Hengzhou pushed him to sit on a stool, saying, "The eldest brother's temper comes and goes quickly, don't take it to heart."

Zhong Xun's eyelashes drooped, and his skin was pale: "Yes, I know."

Everyone present sighed with regret, "Oh, boss!"

In a corner of the cafeteria, Fang Qian, who had come out for some fresh air, couldn't help but touch his face. He seemed to have thought of something and smiled smugly in advance.

Meng Jingting is working overtime in the courtroom. Zhong Xun has no tasks tomorrow and plans to go home tonight to get some changes of clothes.

There's only one main lounge. Initially, it was assumed that the two of them would stay together, but now that they're in a cold war, if Zhong Xun sleeps inside, Meng Jingting will definitely have to make do on the chair.

Although Zhong Xun's anger was escalating due to the Cold War, he still wanted Meng Jingting to get a full night's sleep.

Sun Chen drove Zhong Xun back home.

  

On the way, he said a few more words of comfort, which Zhong Xun accepted completely.

"Wait a minute, the boss will definitely back down, he cares about you so much."

Zhong Xun chuckled: "I'm not asking him to bow his head. I can bow my head too, it's just..."

This time was an exception. Meng Jingting had noticed too much and had broken through the barrier again. The promise he wanted was something Zhong Xun couldn't give him.

After taking a relaxing bath that evening, Zhong Xun changed into her pajamas and went to bed. She sat on her phone for a while, then casually and naturally sent Meng Jingting a "Goodnight, little cat" emoji.

Zhong Xun saw the message "The other party is typing" above, but after waiting for five minutes, not a single punctuation mark appeared. He knew he would definitely not get a response, but the tension in his heart eased somewhat. He turned off the light and lay down.

On the other side, Meng Jingting, clutching her phone, slowly relaxed her furrowed brows. She got up and returned to the lounge, where a large, sturdy bed had been provided as requested by Zhong Xun. After taking a shower, Meng Jingting lay on the bed and opened the chat window, staring at the "Goodnight, little cat" message for a long time. She didn't even realize when a smile had crept onto her lips.

According to the medic's duty schedule, there are two days of rest after participating in a Class B miasma mission. Unless the situation is particularly urgent, they will not be deployed on consecutive missions.

Zhong Xun only needed one day. He slept quite well last night and went to the mall at noon to buy two shirts. Meng Jingting was not short of money, but he didn't have much of a shopping desire. He could wear his court uniform until it was worn out. Zhong Xun noticed that the collar of his shirt was a bit uncomfortable that day.

Zhong Xun asked the shopkeeper to deliver the package to the entrance of the courthouse in the afternoon and then greeted Dr. Xiao Bu.

Of course, Zhong Xun adhered to the principle of sharing benefits equally, believing that a solid alliance was the foundation for future actions. So he bought Professor Lü a wig, Dr. Bu a Gundam assembly kit that he had always dreamed of, and a current model from one of Qin Fengyue's favorite brands, sending them all over at the same time.

By the time I finished all that, it was almost 1 p.m.

Zhong Xun found a nice restaurant and sat down.

He ordered a bowl of noodles and a vegetable salad, glanced at a roast duck restaurant across the street, and started planning his smuggling operation to provide an extra meal for the court staff that evening.

Just as Zhong Xun was finishing his meal, someone arrived.

Song Lin, with a friendly demeanor, stepped forward and greeted Zhong Xun, "Mr. Zhong, what a coincidence."

Zhong Xun chimed in with an exclamation, "Yes, what a coincidence, Young Master Song."

Nonsense. This restaurant was chosen by Zhong Xun on a whim. It's mid-range, and given Song Lin's temperament, it's probably his first time here. He tried his best to act like it was a chance encounter, but a hint of pickiness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't even bother to sit down.

Zhong Xun realized, how come Song Lin had caught wind of him the moment he left the courtroom? He had been keeping a close watch on him the whole time.

"What a coincidence! Let me treat Mr. Zhong to dinner," Song Lin said.

"Okay." Zhong Xun smiled faintly, "We can ask the waiter to bring us another bowl of noodles."

"No, let's go to another store."

Zhong Xun was somewhat surprised: "Then what is Young Master Song's purpose in coming here?"

Song Lin's heart sank, and he quickly added, "What I mean is that this place is only suitable for fast food. Since we're treating Mr. Zhong to dinner, we should naturally choose a more upscale place."

"But I think this place is perfect." Zhong Xun said with a half-smile.

Song Lin, who usually loses his temper at home, was clearly impatient and couldn't maintain his smile. His eyes were filled with hostility: "If I invite you to dinner here, my father will definitely say I'm being rude when he finds out."

"Xiao Lin." Someone walked up the steps, wearing a custom-made glove on their left hand with six fingers.

Song Lindun dropped all pretense and excitedly shouted, "Big Brother!"

"Hmm." Song Han patted Song Lin's head affectionately: "When I saw your car downstairs, I thought I was seeing things."

"That's right." Song Lin looked at Zhong Xun and lowered his voice, "Big brother, it's him."

"Oh?" Song Han looked up.

Song Han and Song Chu were indeed father and son; upon closer inspection, they did look quite alike. After a moment of eye contact, Song Han got straight to the point: "Mr. Zhong, please come with me."

The clouds dispersed, and the light shone brightly, outlining Zhong Xun's figure in an unreal way. In the backlight and shadow, only the corners of his beautiful lips could be seen curving up, as if he were looking forward to an upcoming circus performance.

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "Okay."

"In that case, you should apologize on Meng Jingting's behalf," Zhong Xun thought to himself.

Admittedly, this makes no sense, but Zhong Xun made the final decision.