On the way back to the team, Zhang Hui and Lu Chuan shared a car.
They sat in the back seat; Zhang Hui with a cigarette in hand, and Lu Chuan holding a rice cooker, with a thermos hidden inside.
"When did you practice?"
Zhang Hui was puzzled. After the combat competition ended, he chatted with Chen Dong and Zhao Shangjun.
Determined, neither of them had held back.
Of course, they might have been lying.
But Zhang Hui was very clear about whether he had held back or not.
"It was after you saved me last time. I practiced whenever I had free time."
Practiced whenever he had free time...
Zhang Hui leaned back in his seat: "Have a smoke, will you?"
"Alright!"
Taking a deep breath, sure enough, Lu Chuan's Chunghwa could soothe all the pain brought by Lu Chuan.
...
The uneventful days began again.
In the Crime Scene Investigation office, it was another day of slacking.
"Old Yang, the high school entrance exam is next week, right?"
"In eight days."
