: Randomly Refreshed Top Lawyer

Welcome!

The waitress greeted her sweetly.

The beautiful woman walked in from outside, looked around the coffee shop, and said, "I arranged to meet a friend here, but she doesn't seem to have arrived yet..."

As she spoke, she suddenly paused.

Eri Kisaki saw someone, someone who had disturbed her peace of mind that she had kept quiet for so many years.

The boy sat by the window, wearing a clean white shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up to his forearms. He held the blue fountain pen he had taken from her in his hand and was writing something earnestly in the notebook in front of him.

The moment she saw Lin Ran, Eri Kisaki instinctively wanted to turn around and leave. That boy was an addictive poison; the more she was exposed to him, the more deeply she was poisoned.

"Ma'am, have you found your friend?" The waitress followed her gaze.

Upon hearing this, Eri Kisaki replied as if possessed, "Found it."

She was stunned as soon as she finished speaking.

Xiaolan had originally asked her to meet today, but because a troublesome client came to the firm in the morning, which caused a lot of trouble, she had to reschedule the meeting with her daughter for the afternoon. The meeting place was set at this coffee shop that was not too far from the firm.

Unexpectedly, he ran into the boy who had stirred his heart again here.

The waiter's words gave her a way out, and Eri didn't know how she got there, but she just sat down in the seat opposite Lin Ran.

"What would you like to order?"

"A cup of coffee, please."

Eri Kisaki kept her voice very soft, trying not to disturb them.

After the waiter brought the coffee, she calmed down and looked at the boy in front of her who was still immersed in his own world. After not seeing him for a while, she found that Lin Ran's temperament had changed again.

Besides the original gentle and scholarly air of a literati, there seems to be an added rational coolness, which, together, forms a magnetic field that makes people want to explore and interpret it.

It took her a long time to finally look away from Lin Ran.

The first thing I did was send my daughter a text message: "Sorry, Xiaolan, something came up. We'll reschedule."

After clicking send, the lawyer felt his face burning and a pang of guilt. What was he doing? He had actually stood up his beloved daughter because of a little boy and lied about having urgent work!

Filled with guilt, Eri put down her bag, crossed her legs tightly, held her breath, and tried to appear as elegant and aloof as usual, and then...

Open the file bag and take out a document.

She enjoyed this atmosphere where the two of them sat together, one writing and the other reading, without disturbing each other, yet able to see each other when they looked up.

Of course, the premise is that the other party must be Lin Ran.

If it were anyone else, like a noisy guy like Kogoro Mouri, she probably wouldn't have lasted three seconds.

The café was quiet in the afternoon.

After Eri Kisaki entered the store, as if summoned by some force, more people gradually entered.

They came in one after another: a young woman wearing sunglasses with a hostile attitude; a graduate student preparing for the entrance exam who was writing a thesis; a slick-haired young man; and finally, a burly man with a fierce face walked in. He was a baseball player, and as soon as he came in, he sat down at the counter and started talking loudly.

Lin Ran stopped writing because he was disturbed by his voice.

"Tsk~ Do you think this coffee shop is your home? Be careful, or I'll sue you for noise pollution..." Lin Ran complained as she stretched her aching neck, and then smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar woman's fragrance.

Ok?

Confused, Lin Ran instinctively looked up.

A stunningly beautiful woman had somehow taken up the seat in front of me. Her tight-fitting office lady uniform accentuated her graceful figure, with amazing curves. However, compared to her voluptuous body, the woman's face, as she looked at the documents, exuded a cold and unapproachable aura.

"Huh??"

Lin Ran blinked, thinking she had misread it.

No, are you an NPC on the roadside? Why are you spawning everywhere?

Eri, who was engrossed in reading the documents, noticed the gaze and looked up to see Lin Ran waving his hand in front of his face like a child, with a blank expression that seemed to say, "Who am I? Where am I?"

The woman's cold, beautiful lips curved upwards: "Long time no see, Teacher Xia Mo."

"No! No, please!"

Realizing it wasn't a hallucination, Lin Ran quickly waved her hand. "Attorney, please just call me Lin Ran. It sounds so awkward when you call me 'teacher,' like I'm about to be taken to court for trial."

"With your achievements, you deserve to be called a teacher." Eri Kisaki shook her head, but then retracted the title, looked at the notebook on the table, and asked, "Are you writing?"

"Not entirely." Lin Ran picked up her coffee and took a sip before continuing, "I was writing down the inspirations I had today. A bad pen is worse than a good memory. If I don't write down these fragments of inspiration at the time, I'll easily forget them when I'm writing later, and I'll inevitably have to scratch my head when I encounter a bottleneck."

"With your talent and abilities, how could you possibly hit a plateau?"

"I'm curious," Eri asked, her body instinctively shifting forward.

This movement caused the already crisp collar of her shirt to open slightly due to gravity.

Well, that's it. Lin Ran's gaze immediately locked onto the enemy. The full, perfect shape and the bottomless cleavage under the collar were faintly visible, and the dazzling white skin was incredibly alluring.

hiss…

Lin Ran felt a bit hot in her nose, so she quickly tilted her head up strategically.

Oh, oh, oh, hold on, Lin Ran, you're a great writer, you need to have self-control! How can you be tempted by beauty? Look at you, you lecherous fool! Don't embarrass your great writer reputation!

Eri Fei naturally noticed Lin Ran's actions.

At first she was puzzled, then she realized what was happening. A blush quickly flashed across her cold, fair face, then disappeared just as fast. She then sat up straight, crossed her hands over her lower abdomen, and stood like a statue, showing neither anger nor shyness.

An eighteen-year-old boy is full of vigor and vitality, so it's understandable that he would be influenced by a mature and sexy woman like her.

After a long while, Lin Ran lowered her head, her face serious.

He initially felt a little awkward, but then he thought, if I don't feel awkward, then it's others who are awkward, right?

Don't panic.

He coughed twice and answered her previous question: "You may have some misunderstanding about genius. Being a genius does not mean you are without bottlenecks, nor does it mean that the writing process is smooth sailing and effortless. There was a great poet in ancient China that you may know."

"Who?"

Bai Juyi.

A hint of surprise flashed across Eri's face, followed by understanding.

At that time, it was during the Tang Dynasty, and Japan sent a large number of envoys to Tang China. Bai Juyi's poems and essays were very popular among the Japanese nobility and cultural circles at the time, and had a far-reaching influence.

Even today, there are still folk tales that say Yang Guifei did not die at Mawei Slope, but instead crossed the sea to Japan.

"Heaven and earth may pass away, but this sorrow will last forever."

Lin Ran held her coffee cup and said slowly, "A genius like Bai Juyi wrote the Song of Everlasting Regret. He was arrogant all his life, and his poems were so good that no one appreciated them. He only recognized the poems and not the people. But he also experienced the torment of searching desperately and begging for a single word on a cold winter night."

"Poetry is like prose, and prose is like poetry; both are merely the result of a stroke of genius. If one wants to be prominent in public, how can one avoid suffering in private?"

Looking at the young man calmly recounting the hardships behind his writing, Eri Kisaki's face was moved. She admitted that she might have overvalued his talent and overlooked the effort that might have gone into achieving this success.

Yes, genius is often accompanied by hard work.

Relying solely on talent will ultimately lead to nothing more than the tragic failure of a prodigy.