Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 17 Evolution failed, poor Lan

"It's nothing but some old-fashioned chicken soup, you should know that." Yingsheng said with a smile.

"I don't know." Xiaolan said.

"really?"

Xiaolan was silent again, and buried her head for a long time. "Live for yourself, other people are unreliable, if you bloom, butterflies will come to you, that's probably it, right? Of course I know all this, but... I can't do it."

"So that's it."

Yingsheng chuckled, "You must be with him?"

"Yes."

"Even if it will change my appearance beyond all recognition?"

"That's just a guess."

"And that's too far away?"

Xiaolan slowly closed her eyes, her voice muffled.

"Correct."

"Okay, whatever you like."

Yingsheng stood up with his hands and stretched his legs. The pain was still there, but it was bearable.

"Willpower is indeed a magical thing. Senior, what is the next training?"

Xiaolan looked up at him, but did not stand up.

"Suiyue-kun must be disappointed in me."

"It's like seeing an orchid swaying in the wind beside a clear stream, about to be transplanted into a greenhouse. There are some, but not many. In the end, it's your own choice, and it's not up to others to comment."

"Others..."

"Everyone in this world except you is someone else."

Seeing Xiaolan in deep thought again, Yingsheng smiled and said, "I always like to talk nonsense. Even if it's a homeless person I meet in the park, I can talk for an hour. It's just oral gymnastics, don't take it too seriously."

Xiaolan sighed softly and stood up.

"Feel sorry."

"It's nothing, it's not bad to be a detective assistant, you two will be a couple from now on.

I have no interest in mystery books and can't recommend any to you. Just ask Kudo to make a list of books for you. He will be so happy.

As for your disgust...

It would be enough to replace all those detectives with Kudo. His style when solving cases is indeed quite dazzling.

That's it, let's start a new training."

Xiaolan's eyes were quite complicated, but since things had come to this, she could only nod heavily and began to concentrate her wholeheartedly, guiding Yingsheng in training.

Then she discovered that Yingsheng was an absolute genius in practicing karate. He could master any move she taught him at a glance and could quickly apply it to other situations.

"Has Shuiyue-kun practiced this before?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"Yes, didn't you discover it before?"

"That's just body flexibility, which is different from systematic training. Suigetsu-kun's body looks... well, sorry, there aren't many signs of training."

"Just think of it as me neglecting my time for a long time, and now I'm picking it up again and continuing."

Not long after, Xiaolan couldn't help asking, "Is it because of that... low blood sugar?"

"Yes."

Xiaolan pursed her lips and felt an inexplicable sense of sympathy in her heart. When her parents separated, she was also depressed for a long time.

Mizuki-kun's parents must have been even more extreme, committing suicide by cutting their wrists... She was not wrong after all.

"Suiyue-kun's parents..."

"They have gone on a business trip far away and will not be back for a long time. Don't worry about it."

"Oh……"

So the training continued, Xiaolan's eyes dimmed slightly, and she didn't say anything. Of course, she could clearly sense that Yingsheng was not in a very good mood.

As for why...

It’s very clear isn’t it?

She is actually a very bad person.

As the sun was setting, everyone else in the dojo had already left. Because Xiaolan and Yingsheng were too absorbed in their training, and it had hit their confidence, no one even dared to come over to say hello. It was not until Yingsheng's weak body finally gave way and he fell to the ground dizzy that they realized belatedly that the surroundings were already silent.

Yingsheng waved at Xiaolan who came over to support him, "This time it's really hypoglycemia, do you have any chocolate?"

"Wait a minute, I'll go buy it right away!"

Xiaolan ran away in a hurry. Yingsheng looked at the dim ceiling without thinking about anything. It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and a chocolate with its wrapper unwrapped was handed to him.

Yingsheng raised his hand to take it, but as soon as he moved, the chocolate was placed at his lips.

He had no choice but to open his mouth.

Chew gently and a hint of sweetness enters your throat.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"It's six-fifty in the store," said Xiaolan.

"You go first, just leave the key behind."

"How could I leave you here alone?"

"You should also prepare dinner for your father. He might be starving."

"Anyway, he'll definitely sneak in some beer so he won't starve to death."

"Ha, interesting."

The sugar took effect quickly, and Yingsheng regained a little strength. He forced himself to stand up and staggered towards the locker room.

"See you tomorrow, senior."

"Are you starting to hate me, Shuiyue-kun?" Xiaolan asked in a faint voice.

"You're thinking too much. I'm just thinking about where to eat later."

"I don't believe it. Didn't Shuiyue-kun bring a lunch box with him? He can cook for himself, too."

"When you're too tired, you'll want to be lazy."

Hotaru yawned, walked into the locker room, took a quick shower, and changed back into the blue Teitan High School uniform.

There was a missed call on his phone, so he called back, but the number was unavailable. He shrugged, turned off the lights and left.

"Ah, is Senior still here?"

The Japanese sliding door at the entrance of the club was half open, the sky was already tinged with a hint of twilight, and a blurry figure stood under the red countdown, looming.

"I'm going to win the championship," she said.

"Oh, I wish you a successful start." Yingsheng smiled politely, carrying his dirty clothes and walking towards the door, "I will be at the venue that day to cheer for my seniors."

"It's not because of Shinichi."

"Uh-huh, absolutely not."

"It's not because of you either."

Yingsheng nodded without slowing down, "Of course it's not because of me. I'm not so self-conscious. You are fighting for your own glory. Come on, you will definitely win."

Yingsheng stepped out of the door and looked back.

"I'm going to take a cab home. Is it on the way, Maori-kun? Do you want to come with me?"

The eyes that had just brightened up dimmed again and Xiaolan shook her head slightly.

"no need."

"Hey, are you looking forward to something?"

"No, there isn't."

"Has anyone ever told you that you care too much about what other people think?"

"Is this... not right?"

"Gentle, kind, considerate, even tea ceremony, flower arrangement, etiquette. Can you tell me the difference between the so-called marriageable style in Japanese culture and frontal lobotomy?"

Xiaolan was silent.

“I may be exaggerating a bit, but that’s how it looks to me.”

Yingsheng smiled and said, "So, work hard to become Kudo's detective assistant. That's a big improvement compared to your previous role as a mere vase."

After saying this, Yingsheng turned and left, never looking back.

In the empty conference hall, silence continued.

(End of this chapter)