It was midnight at the police station.
Lin Xiran was curled up on the cold bench of the police precinct, the wound on his temple still throbbing with a dull pain. The martial arts coach's roar still seemed to echo in his ears, every word stinging his face like a whip: "Look at that look in your eyes! Where was your head during the match? When the other guy takes the championship, you go and cause me a mountain of trouble!"
He raised a hand to rub his swollen cheek, but accidentally tugged at the injury on the back of his neck, drawing in a sharp breath of pain.
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