After Yuan Yuan arrived, a conflict erupted directly between him and Lin Lin regarding the "hero" matter!
"Regarding the matter of my deputy captain, I do not wish to argue with you for the time being...but about the ’hero’ title of Hong Zhong..." Zhong Yuan took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "If you want to strip him of his glory, you had better give me a convincing reason."
"I’m sorry. I don’t have one."
Lin Lin shook his head.
He sincerely pointed to his head and said, "I just feel that something is not quite right."
Having known each other for many years, Lin Lin had nothing to hide, and he had mentioned more than once to Zhong Yuan that his intuition was extremely sharp.
Those beautiful golden pupils darkened noticeably in depth.
Zhong Yuan took his feet off the table.
He sat upright and spoke again, slowly confirming, "So... you detained ’Hong Zhong’ just because your intuition told you that you should do this."
Lin Lin nodded, "Mhm."
"Is your intuition very accurate?"
Zhong Yuan narrowed his eyes, picked up the teacup, and blew gently on the steam.
The tea mist rose gently.
It was unclear what complex emotions were flickering in his golden eyes at that moment.
Lin Lin let out another light sigh, knowing that this reason was really hard for anyone to accept.
The most elusive thing in the world was intuition.
Lin Lin looked earnestly at his old friend, "In all these years, it has never been wrong."
After a brief silence,
Zhong Yuan suddenly flung the hot tea he was holding, his hand moving extremely fast, the tea that was being swirled around in the cup at one moment scattered like petals the next.
Just before the tea was thrown.
Sitting on one side of the long table, Lin Lin gently pushed the edge of his desk, his chair’s wheels scraping against the floor as they quickly shifted to one side, the tea flew out, brushing past his shifting and spinning chair, and spilled out the window...
Two actions occurred almost at the same time.
After Lin Lin and his chair had rotated a full circle, what he saw was a frozen image filled with a stern intent—
Zhong Yuan, sitting upright, like a cheetah leaping on the long table, had drawn the dagger at his waist and the tip was now at the forehead of Lin Lin, who had just moved.
"So... is your intuition really that accurate? Besides anticipating the tea, did you also guess that I would draw a knife?"
Zhong Yuan spoke calmly.
Lin Lin’s expression remained unchanged.
He stated calmly, "I avoided the tea because I didn’t want to get my clothes dirty, not avoiding your knife because... you wouldn’t actually stab. I know you too well. You are a tough-mouthed, tender-hearted guy. Your purpose in coming to Gu Castle was just to pressure me to take Hong Zhong back, not really to solve the issue by force. Of course, if you really want to try using the knife, you can try... try if I can dodge it at this distance."
Zhong Yuan fell silent.
He put away his dagger and silently took his seat again.
Both of them exchanged glances.
Lin Lin felt somewhat guilty, "Zhong Yuan..."
Before he could finish, Zhong Yuan acted again.
There was still one cup of tea on the table, Lin Lin’s own tea.
Lin Lin’s pupils contracted slightly...
Zhong Yuan swiftly grabbed the cup of tea and flung it.
Lin Lin, sitting in the chair, did not dodge, and his whole body got drenched.
Zhong Yuan interrupted what Lin Lin was about to say in this straightforward, blunt way.
He then walked out of the study without pausing.
And Zou Hai, standing outside the study door, appeared stunned.
He watched as the small-statured but imposing second team captain walked out of the study grimly.
Meanwhile, inside the study was Lin Lin, sitting with a complex expression and a soaked jacket.