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The trial will begin in a week, and Xuejian is becoming increasingly busy. She patiently simulates the various conflicts and coping methods in the court, worrying about whether she can win this high-profile case, and works until late at night every day for this purpose.

Zenin Naoya could do nothing, he knew nothing about these things. The only thing he could do was to work overtime with Xuejian and doze off in the new rocking chair he bought for him.

"Xuejian, why don't you go to bed? You'll have dark circles under your eyes." He was always the first to fall asleep, so this time he must coax Xuejian to bed first. Zenin Naoya swore.

Xue Jian didn't even raise her eyelids, and was completely focused on the computer. She didn't even turn her head and said, "You go back to sleep first. I'm very energetic."

Really, why are you so serious? Zenin Naoya muttered to himself, but he didn't leave.

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In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the trial.

Zenin Naoya sat in the jury box. This was his first time to participate in such a sacred activity in the eyes of ordinary people. Since he met Tsukishiro Yukimi, his "first times" became more and more.

There were also several relatives of the workers in the jury. They were already very familiar with this blond young man wearing a haori and always having a sullen face. At this time, they were sitting together with Zenin Naoya in a very familiar manner.

There are also several media outlets with their cameras pointed at the courtroom. Obviously, no matter who wins or loses this lawsuit, it will be the front-page headlines tomorrow.

The incident did not go smoothly. Facing the other party's powerful legal team and ample false evidence, Xuejian seemed particularly weak.

"Does the plaintiff's lawyer want to speak?" Mr. Yoshikawa was very proud. He knew what kind of storm a lawyer who had only been in the profession for a few years could stir up. Tomorrow he would find someone to revoke her license and let everyone see what it would be like to go against him, Yoshikawa Masao!

Zenin Naoya's palms were sweating and he subconsciously wanted to escape. He was the only one who knew how much Xuejian had paid for this lawsuit. He didn't want to see Xuejian's sad expression after failure. How should he comfort her?

Damn it, I might as well kill Masao Yoshikawa tonight.

Zenin Naoya has always been good at shifting conflicts. If Yoshikawa Masao died, wouldn't it prove that Xuejian was right? Wouldn't it be better to fight violence with violence to make unscrupulous companies recognize reality and pay compensation to workers? In the final analysis, ordinary people are weak and incompetent. Without strong power, they can only rely on something like the law to protect them, and rely on people like Xuejian who are fooled by ideals and justice to do justice for them. A group of people whose ages add up to at least 300 years have to rely on a person in his twenties to fight for what belongs to them. It's ridiculous!

Zenin Naoya couldn't help but think of the night before the trial, the night when Xuejian was so tired that she fell asleep at the desk.

He opened the door of the study room sleepily. He had been sleeping on the sofa for three hours. He woke up to see if Xuejian was still working and advised her to go to bed early.

The blue light of the computer shone on Xuejian's head. The documents on the desk were creased by Xuejian. The coffee at hand had gone completely cold, with black stains still on the corners of the cup. It was the coffee brewed by Zenin Naoya himself.

Xuejian slept soundly with her head resting on the files. Zenin Naoya knew that she had been sleeping in this position for several days. During the time he moved next door, he got the key to Xuejian's house and could come and go freely. In order to prevent the lawyer who was obsessed with the files from staying up late and causing herself sudden death, he would move Xuejian back to bed almost every day to let her brain, which was constantly working, rest for a while.

Today was just another day among the countless nights I had spent persuading her to go to bed.

The difference was that this time Xuejian woke up in his arms.

Zenin Naoya stiffened his body. They were now in the living room, and he was still moving towards the bedroom. Although they knew tacitly how Xuejian fell asleep in the study every day and woke up in the bedroom bed the next morning, they occasionally had a short hug - it was not really a hug, it could only be said that the arms were close to each other's backs for a second, but when he was holding her like a princess, Xuejian woke up and looked at him straight, which made Zenin Naoya almost throw her to the ground.

"When you wake up, get down and walk by yourself."

After staring at each other in silence for a long time, Zenin Naoya was the first to give in, and he felt his ears getting hot.