Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 123: Are Yingsheng and Xiaolan each other’s meal replacements?
The speech was interrupted.

Suddenly, her sister threw herself into her arms like she did when she was a child. Feeling the warmth that came from blood ties in her arms, Miyano Akemi was speechless.

"Sister, I will explain everything to you later."

Lying in her sister's arms, Miyano Shiho spoke in a muffled voice, then suddenly raised her head and blinked her bright blue eyes:
"Anyway, let's go to Fusae first!"

"Anyway, let's go to Fusae first!"

Under the same sky, Yingsheng, who had just left the school's karate dojo, said the same words to Xiaolan.

"Shopping can make people feel refreshed, especially when buying brands that you like." Yingsheng looked up at the light clouds under the blue sky, and his mood and body became light. What a wonderful day...

"Hey, I'm already out, you can come down now."

Xiaolan stopped in front of the door of the karate dojo. Facing the strange gazes of passers-by, her face turned red and her head lowered as if she wanted to bury it in her chest.

"what?"

Yingsheng, who was lying on Xiaolan's back like a koala, curled his lips slightly: "You said you would carry me, but you don't keep your word, do you?" He raised his two drooping hands and shook them in front of Xiaolan's eyes:

"Don't try to throw me off, or I'll hold you tight."

Xiaolan defended herself: "But you said you didn't have the strength to go out, and now you are out."

"Haha, do you think this is the stamina in the game? It will be refreshed and restored after the task is completed." Yingsheng tilted his head and fell on Xiaolan's shoulder. "Please, I can still speak now, but I am just holding on. If you dare to let go, I will faint on the spot for you to see."

"hateful!"

Xiaolan's ears turned red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't believe it. Didn't you just say you were going to Fushahui?"

Yingsheng smiled and said, "The ride will take fifteen minutes. I can recover a bit and go shopping later, but I can't walk to catch a taxi. I need you to carry me there."

Xiaolan's eyes lit up: "That means we only need to wait another fifteen minutes, right?"

She took a step and was about to retreat into the karate dojo...

pat!

The movement paused.

Xiaolan was stunned, looked at the arm hanging limply in front of her, and quickly turned her head: "Hey, Shuiyue-kun, you didn't really faint, did you?"

no respond.

Oops!

Xiaolan was startled. With Shuiyuejun's physical strength, he might not be able to hold on after accompanying her in such high-intensity training for so long. He said he was holding on, and he was not lying!
"Suiyue-kun, hold on, I'll take you to the infirmary right away!"

Xiaolan pursed her lips, ignoring the gazes of the people around her. She hooked her hands around Yingsheng's thighs and immediately ran to the infirmary.

As he swayed, Yingsheng felt his body became even lighter, as if he was riding a roller coaster.

But in my heart...

Oh my god, Xiaolan is too naive!

Yingsheng felt helpless and turned his face to him: "I say, have you ever taken a green train?"

"Eh?!"

Xiaolan stopped in surprise and asked, "Suiyue-kun, are you okay?"

"No, I almost died just now, but you woke me up." Yingsheng looked around, "There's a flower bed over there, go sit over there for a while. Seriously, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Can't you just lie down in the dojo?"

Xiaolan walked towards the flower bed, her tone down: "It was Dr. Shirai who called me. Dad got drunk in the hospital and smashed things."

"what???"

Yingsheng was stunned and thought carefully for a while, realizing that he really did nothing.

Yeah, confirmed.

Mr. Maori himself is pretty bad!

"There must be a reason for your daytime drinking. Does Dr. Shirai have any idea?" Yingsheng asked curiously.

"It is said that a man named Toru Amuro visited him in the afternoon and got drunk afterwards." Walking to the edge of the flower bed, Xiaolan took a deep breath, and huffed!!!
The dust and fallen leaves around the altar were instantly cleared, and it was as clean as new as if it had been hit by a wind escape. The afternoon sun was still scorching, but it was quite cool under the shade of the tree. Yingsheng got off Xiaolan's back and sat by the flower bed. Seeing the green grass behind him, he simply fell down and groaned in comfort.

"Toru Amuro? I seem to have some impression of him... Oh, isn't he the handsome private detective with blond hair and dark skin, the pet nemesis, the friend of rich women? Is he friends with Mr. Mori?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

Xiaolan looked up at the shade of the tree. Countless green leaves were dancing in the breeze. The sunlight cast mottled golden light on them. She suddenly laughed:

"Suiyue-kun, do you still remember this place?"

Yingsheng also raised the corners of his lips slightly: "I'm not a goldfish with a memory of only seven seconds, of course I remember."

This is the flower bed where Yingsheng and Xiaolan had stopped more than a week ago, on the day when they first joined the karate club;
This tree is the cherry tree whose bloom has faded.

"At that time, it looked like most of the ground was gray and withered. Although life was already brewing, you still had to look carefully to discover it," said Xiaolan.

"Yes, and now, it is really full of vitality that can be seen with the naked eye." Yingsheng continued with a smile.

"So what about you, Suigetsu-kun?"

"IM about the same."

Current love: 5.

Yingsheng raised his right hand, his sleeves slightly dropped, revealing his white wrist, as smooth as jade.

Xiaolan stretched out her slender index finger, and slowly placed her fingertip on the tip of Yingsheng's raised middle finger, which was soft and slightly elastic, and their temperature was connected.

Her fingertips slowly moved downwards, and in the gaps between the trees, a ray of golden light fell on her light pink nails, revealing a different kind of charm of vibrant life.

Yingsheng smiled and said, "Ivy, I remember. To be honest, I think I will become an immortal."

Xiaolan's fingers finally landed on Yingsheng's wrist, above the wound she had seen before.

At this moment, the skin there was already flawless, which made her, a girl, feel a little envious and jealous, but she would always remember it.

She pressed gently: "Here, does it hurt?"

"Of course not. Aren't they all healed?"

"I heard that if the wound is too deep and damages the nerves, it may leave sequelae."

"Then it's over."

"Eh? What?"

Yingsheng's right hand gently dropped, grabbing her hand before she could withdraw it, lowered his eyes and sighed:

"Sorry, the aftereffects are acting up."

Xiaolan blushed slightly, but it quickly faded away. She did not try to pull her hand away, but just said helplessly:
"I'm serious. I wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but I was worried that it was too presumptuous."

"What about now?" Yingsheng asked.

"Now... well, it's different."

"What's the difference?"

"I don't know, but it's just different."

"Ah."

Yingsheng shook their clasped hands and said, "You may have a very bad nature."

"..."

Xiaolan had no choice but to fall on the lawn: "Let's change the subject."

"That Fusae."

"No, Mr. Toru Amuro."

(End of this chapter)