Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 330: Following Xiaolan's order, Yingsheng was ordered to date
"Lan, can you be a little more normal? I'm scared of you like this." Yingsheng said weakly.

"Okay, don't think I'm happy now. In fact, my hands are about to bleed and my teeth are about to break. I was just forcing a smile from beginning to end. As soon as I hang up the phone, I will crawl into the quilt and wipe the little pearl. Is this okay?"

Xiaolan said with a smile.

Yingsheng was speechless. He didn't want Xiaolan to be like this.

But Xiaolan's current behavior is still very strange, it feels like...

"Hina, you are really an M, right?" Xiaolan said.

"puff--!"

Yingsheng almost vomited blood, with a look of shock on his face: "Lan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Xiaolan snorted, "That's right. Look at your current behavior. I hope that I have a strong possessiveness towards you and force you to come back to me immediately, or even be restrained. This way, I can have a sense of confirmation and know that I care about you. You must be an M, right?"

Yingsheng was stunned on the spot, looking confused.

like……

What Xiaolan said makes some sense.

Yingsheng shook his head quickly and said seriously: "I'm fine here, I'm mainly worried about you, don't get any troublesome psychological problems."

Xiaolan smiled and said, "You think too much. It's not true at all. Go and date Ms. Aida."

"Really?"

"It's absolutely true. If you're really worried, just come over here. I will definitely tie you up with ropes as well."

"…Experience has taught me that a lot of what women say should be interpreted in reverse."

"I'm an exception. I'll tell you what I want to say." Xiaolan paused, "Well, there is another reason. I asked Qingliu something at noon, and then I looked at her test paper. Now you understand."

"That's it..."

Yingsheng shook his head and laughed: "You should have told me earlier, I had been thinking about it for a long time. What did she tell you? Is there anything you want to ask?"

"Nothing was said, Ying, you should be sure of this, otherwise Qingliu-san would definitely tell you." Xiaolan sighed, "When we exchanged the secret code at noon and she gave me the hidden earphone, I suddenly realized that Qingliu-san was hiding something very deep.

But she was really inconspicuous in the past, and this similar situation immediately reminded me of Ying Ni.

When she was about to leave me and go look for Nakamichi, I asked her quietly:
'What is your social credit score?'

Qingliu looked back at me without saying anything and without stopping.

I continued to ask: 'What does a zero score mean?'

This time she finally spoke and repeated the code I had mentioned before.

All things are impermanent.

Xiaolan curled her lips slightly and said softly, "At this point, the answer is obvious. Ying, Tianshu's social reputation score is zero, because you are okay with everything and have no taboos."

Xuantian’s black flag passed before his eyes, Yingsheng lowered his eyebrows and sighed softly.

"Qian Su is really not well behaved."

"It has nothing to do with her. It's you, Ying, who never thought of hiding anything from me." Xiaolan lowered her voice a little, with a mysterious tone, "And didn't Qingliu-san also think of hiding anything?
I took a look at her test paper when she handed it in, and at least from the ones I saw, she got all the answers right.

This change is too big, Ying, how are you going to explain it then?"

Yingsheng asked back, "That's the fact. What explanation is needed? If the teacher thinks she cheated, then he will give her another test. Isn't it common for her to be able to integrate all the knowledge she has memorized by rote into her mind once she has gained enlightenment? What's the problem?"

"..."

Xiaolan really wanted to ask, how could this be a common thing and why had she never heard of it?
She found that Yingsheng had a lot of problems with common sense, and corrected him: "It's not the teacher, it's mainly the classmates in the class. Ying, you know that Qingliu doesn't have a good relationship with them."

Yingsheng chuckled: "The relationship between adolescent classmates, Lan, you still care about such a small matter now?"

"Huh, didn't you also say that the atmosphere in the class has changed because of me, a cup of green tea."

"I just thought if you cared, I would try to solve it. After you said you didn't care, I never mentioned it again."

Yingsheng thought, why not cut off the tongues of those gossipy women tonight?
Lan would quickly think of this and it turns out that he still cares about it to some extent.

Xiaolan said casually: "I don't care. I had a good relationship with everyone before. They just said a few words behind my back, which is insignificant. But Qingliu is different from me, and she is so weak. Isn't it worrying?"

Yingsheng curled his lips: "So you mean school bullying. Isn't this kind of thing mainly about bullying the weak and fearing the strong? Qian Su is not a soft persimmon. You should worry about others."

"Ok."

Xiaolan understood: "So you, Ying, don't plan to let Qingliu-san continue to hide. My previous worries were just putting her in the past. They were completely unnecessary."

Yingsei really didn't think of letting Aoyagi Chiso continue to be the pitiful person she used to be. From the moment she was killed by Vermouth, there was no such possibility.

Yingsheng said, "Besides, with the two of us caring about our classmates as an excuse, her transformation won't be too abrupt."

Xiaolan thought it made sense and asked, "Ying, when did you and her meet?"

It is impossible for Xiaolan to think of such a thing as imprinted memory, and even if Aoyagi Chiso also has a split personality, it is impossible for her to have the same worldview as Hotaru's current one.

So, a deduction naturally came to mind that Yingsheng had a good relationship with Qingliu Qiansu a long time ago, and had also told her the story of Xuantian.

Yingsheng was silent for a moment: "Is it possible that the world really exists?"

Xiaolan was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Eh? Really? That's amazing, then Ying, you..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Yingsheng was speechless: "Just pretend I didn't say that. Don't think of sending me to a mental hospital. Qian Su and I have known each other for a long time, more than ten years now. She is also under Xuantian's command, but her faith needs my help."

This statement can be said to be both true and false.

After all, Qingliu Qiansu is just a ghost now, not Tianshu's disciple.

"Oh."

Xiaolan said with a bit of jealousy: "So you two are childhood sweethearts, and I am the one sent from heaven."

"Haha, Lan, your tone makes me very happy." Yingsheng's focus was a little different.

"Huh, so you are really a little M."

"Yes, yes, so can you give me a little more reward? Qingzi and I can be considered childhood sweethearts."

"Um……"

Xiaolan pondered for two seconds: "It feels different, right? After Vermouth caught her, Xuesong only said that you had a split personality, and didn't mention Xuantian. I think this probably represents the degree of intimacy with you?
In this respect, Xuesong is no different from other people. "Xiaolan's voice became colder, "And she also poisoned you. You went to the convenience store to buy milk to induce vomiting. Vermouth confirmed it personally. You saved her life, but she wanted to kill you. Is there such a childhood sweetheart in the world?"

Yingsheng smiled and said, "Maybe I just wanted to drink milk at that time. Vermouth misunderstood."

"...Alas, you are such a pushover. Will she ever offer you love?"

“Why do you insist on this topic?”

"Okay, then how many people know your name 'Tianshu'?"

"Just you and Chisou."

Yingsheng was telling the truth, Huaying hoped to know that he had special abilities, but did not know the name of Tianshu.

On the other hand, Xiaolan and Chiso Aoyagi do not know that Hotaru has special abilities.

Yes, even if Qing Yanagi Chisu was resurrected from the dead, she still wouldn't know.

Yingsheng told her that was the power of science.

This difference in knowledge actually has little to do with the closeness of the relationship; it only depends on fate.

If Huaying hadn't been a brainwashed little lunatic before she met Yingsheng, Yingsheng would never have told her about the skills.

"look."

Xiaolan said: "We only met later, so isn't the answer obvious?"

Yingsheng shrugged: "Well, I won't go looking for her anyway. We are just companions."

The door handle that had been knocked for a long time was finally opened. Yingsheng stretched and smiled, "After talking about Qiansu's situation, I feel a lot more relaxed. I have a date. Is there anything else? I'm sorry, you can only wait until tomorrow if you want to beat me up."

After Xiaolan misunderstood the relationship between Hotaru and Aoyagi Chiso, it was obvious that an "outside" level was added to the favorability ladder that Hotaru had once mentioned.

Among them, there are only her and Aoyagi Chiso.

Others than these are just Liuying’s tools. Xiaolan may care a little about them, but it’s just as she said.

Fortunately.

After all, Kogoro Mouri is a man who obviously loves Eri Kisaki but goes out to drink and have fun with prostitutes all year round. Xiaolan has gone to Ginza to pick him up several times and is quite accepting of this kind of thing.

"Um……"

Xiaolan whispered, "You talked so much in the taxi, will the driver think you have some mental problems?"

"He got off the car a long time ago to smoke, and now he's on his fifth cigarette." Yingsheng pushed the door and got out of the car, sighing softly, "It seems that what Vermouth said to you did have some effect after all. Lan, you are worried that I will silence the driver, right?"

"..."

Xiaolan's thoughts were seen through again. Her eyes were a little vague, but since that was the case, she asked directly: "So, have you ever done this kind of thing?"

Yingsheng put the tip into the driver's chest pocket and said casually, "I always treat drivers and waiters on public transportation as NPCs, background boards. I don't care what they do, and I don't mind if they flirt with others on the bus."

"……sharp."

Xiaolan thought back to the experience of taking a taxi with Yingsheng before, and found that it seemed to be true. She thought to herself that she was being too suspicious.

But she was a little curious and asked, "Ying, you are obviously a very cautious person, why are you so careless in this regard?"

"Maybe I'm used to it. I'll be more careful next time."

Most of the cars Yingsheng rode in the past were driverless, and the waiters were mostly low-level AI. He himself had high authority and was not worried about being eavesdropped, so he was of course casual.

This was probably the reason why Chiso Aoyagi didn't care about Asai Narimi seeing her body when she just stood up again and ordered her to come forward.

They are used to being served, and will hardly treat anyone who is not of the same level as them as a human being.

"Ok."

Xiaolan didn't fully understand what Yingsheng meant, but she didn't take it too seriously. She smiled and said, "Good luck on your date, Mr. Liuying."

"…I'm sure you're sick."

Yingsheng waved his hand in front of the dazed driver, and when he came back to his senses, he turned his eyes away with a red face, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet. He pursed his lips and smiled, then walked towards the door of the bar.

Xiaolan said seriously: "What I mean is, if the love you get can be stored, then after reaching a certain level, you don't have to do that anymore."

"That's exactly what happened."

"So of course I hope you can work harder. The sooner you store up enough love, the sooner this strange relationship will end, right?" Xiaolan sighed. "At least, when we travel to Hokkaido during the summer vacation, I hope you will belong to me alone, okay?"

Yingsheng paused with his hand pressing on the brass door. His eyes became complicated and finally turned as soft as the morning breeze.

"Is this considered a date under imperial order?" he asked.

"Yes, this is an order." Xiaolan said.

"Then, as you command, Your Majesty."

Yingsheng chuckled, hung up the phone, and pushed open the brass door.

The hot and humid air gently ruffled the ends of Yingsheng's hair. He lifted his clothes lightly and stepped over a wreath of thorns and roses at the door.

The mixed aroma of wine and a hint of tobacco wafted into his face, and Yingsheng walked along the corridor with flowers blooming on both sides of the door.

The dim lights illuminate the murals on both sides, and the battle scenes between demons and knights come alive.

The corridor was very short, and the view immediately became wider. The lighting was soft and familiar. Yingsheng stood at the exit of the corridor, under the wings of the angel relief, looking at the various booths.

The Bloody Rose is quiet, but there were also some complicated conversations before.

However, the silence seemed to be contagious, suddenly appearing from multiple points and spreading to the surrounding areas.

Gradually, the whole bar became quiet.

The guests all looked towards the door. For some reason, some people's clothes were soaked by the wine, and some people's cigarettes had burned their fingers, but they were all unaware.

What did they see?
The holy angel relief slowly descended from the sky, folded its wings, and put on a white taffeta toga, which swayed gently in the breeze, as if it had descended from Mount Olympus, turning into a soft ballad from the Aegean Sea.

Yingsheng looked straight ahead, raised his hand to break off a thorn, and walked straight to the booth in the corner.

There, a handsome man in a full black suit, who looked very much like Sebastian Michaelis, was shaking his glass to him with a smile in his eyes.

"Toga is the attire of ancient Roman men, Miss Liuying, you are wearing it wrong."

(End of this chapter)