Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 173: Haibara Ai's Compromise and Mao Lilan's Request for Help
Ai Haibara felt that in such a fierce competition, it was necessary for her to improve her competitiveness in Haruhiko's heart.

But then after seeing Haruhiko's burning gaze.

Haibara Ai suddenly felt a little regretful.

But the words had already been spoken, and Shirley, who was very concerned about her reputation, pretended to be indifferent and took off her white coat and hung it at the door of the laboratory.

Walk towards your room.

Haruhiko followed closely behind, taking off the little white coat and holding it in his hand as he passed the door.

"What are you doing with this?" Haibara Ai turned around in the corridor and looked at the small white coat in Haruhiko's hand.

Haruhiko: "I think you're more attractive like this."

Haibara Ai's pupils shrank slightly, and she thought, would this guy ask her to play some weird role-playing game?
That kind of thing is not something she can accept for the time being, at least she has to wait until it grows bigger...

No, no.

Even if I turn back into Big Sherry, I can't satisfy his bad taste so easily, Haibara Ai warned herself in her heart.

The corridor in Dr. Agasa's house was very short, and he soon arrived at the door of Haibara Ai's bedroom.

Her small hand gripped the cold door handle, and she hesitated to take the next step.

Haruhiko walked over and took the initiative to hold Haibara Ai's trembling little hand, then gently turned the doorknob.

Because of this contact, the distance between the two was directly shortened, and the strong smell of male hormones on Haruhiko made Haibara Ai frightened.

When you walk into the room, you are greeted by the familiar layout.

The simple style is not like the girls of the same age who have many cute decorations. There are several large bookshelves in the corner against the wall, which are filled with medical books, and more than half of them are original foreign books.

However, Haruhiko noticed a slight change in the room, which was different from the last time he came.

The photo on the bedside table was originally a photo of Akemi Miyano at graduation, but now it has been changed to a photo of Haruhiko at the beach in Izu, wearing Genta's Kamen Rider belt and making funny poses facing the sea.

Haruhiko himself didn't know when this photo was taken.

Maybe it was taken secretly by Haibara Ai.

"It would be very dangerous if my sister's photo was discovered by the organization, so I replaced it with yours." Haibara Ai explained in a low voice behind her, but this reason probably couldn't even convince herself.

Haruhiko turned around and found that Haibara Ai was still standing at the door and had not followed him.

The dark corridor with the door open and ready for escape seemed to provide her with a certain degree of security.

The situation seems to have reached a stalemate again.

Haruhiko had keenly noticed the retreat in her eyes, but now that things had come to this, he would not let go of the cabbage that was delivered to his doorstep.

Haruhiko sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the photo on the bedside table: "This expression is so ugly, when did you take this photo?"

"This one is considered good, the others are even more horrible." Haibara Ai complained while standing at the door, her little hand always kept in position to grab the door handle, as if as long as Haruhiko behaved abnormally, she would close the door and escape to the corridor.

This feeling reminded Haruhiko of his experience of raising a cat in his previous life. Whenever he was ready to trim the cat's nails, he had to use a lot of effort to lure it out.

"You took a lot of pictures?" Haruhiko was surprised. "Show them to me."

Haibara Ai was completely unaware of Haruhiko's trap. She walked to the bookshelf in her slippers and stood on tiptoe to search in the cabinet.

suddenly.

Haibara Ai felt her body lighten, and the globe on top of the bookshelf in her field of vision suddenly became larger, and even the dust was clearly visible.

"What do you want to do?" After discovering that Haruhiko was lifting her up high, Haibara Ai began to struggle in panic. In a few seconds, the slippers on her feet were kicked off, and the small feet in white socks hit his stomach but had no lethality.

"You said it yourself, are you going to regret it now?"

"Yes, that's right, I'm going to regret it." Huiyuan Ai tried her best to make her tone as cold as possible, "Put me down now."

"That won't do. Bad kids who deceive adults must be punished." Haruhiko carried Haibara Ai to close the door, then went to the bed and put Haibara Ai on his lap.

Her body was as petite as a cat. She lay on his legs and gritted her teeth at him, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with Haruhiko's unauthorized behavior.

However, Haruhiko understands the principle of gradual progress.

He first held Haibara Ai's soft little feet and kneaded them gently, as if he was giving her a foot massage.

No transgression whatsoever.

Haruhiko kneaded Haibara Ai's feet to a degree that she could accept, and used the tip of his nose to push aside the short brown hair beside her ear, and whispered sweet words into her ear.

This combination of punches is very effective.

The temperature of Haibara Ai's exposed skin gradually rose, her snow-white neck turned a light pink, and her struggles and resistance became weaker and weaker.

When I saw her ice-blue pupils become blurred and absent-minded.

Haruhiko felt that it was time.

He grabbed Haibara Ai's little feet and put them in the correct position.

...

At first, Ai was wearing socks, but later Haruhiko helped her take off half of her socks, revealing her white heels and slender ankles.

The somewhat rough fabric of the white socks and the fair and delicate soles of the feet form a perfect match.

Soon, the socks were soaked with juice and became bloated.

Haruhiko simply took off his little white socks, and his white and tender little feet became even more attractive after being covered with a touch of oil.

Haibara Ai's feet are really small, much smaller than those of her peers, so they look particularly childish.

The petite, white, tender insteps swayed in front of his eyes, the delicate little toes curled up and spread out, the cute, well-behaved and obedient look made Haruhiko feel like he was playing with two baby white rabbits.

...

half an hour.

When Dr. Agasa secretly came to a nearby izakaya and ordered a few skewers of grilled chicken.

Haruhiko was lying in a "太" position on Haibara Ai's bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Ai Haibara was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping her feet with a tissue in her hand.

Because she lowered her head, her short brown hair naturally drooped, making it impossible for Haruhiko to see her expression clearly.

The pair of white socks were wet, as if they had been soaked in milk, and were thrown casually on the floor.

"Is it that dirty?" Haruhiko couldn't help but ask.

"Disgusting, you scumbag." Huiyuan Ai said dissatisfiedly, "How could you have such thoughts about someone like me?"

"You're not really a child, what are you afraid of?" Haruhiko looked at Haibara Ai's slender back, and her pink neck also added to the fun just now.

"Baga, hentai, no way to compete!!"

Haibara Ai launched a series of attacks, then tore a piece of paper and wiped it between the small and delicate toes, not even leaving the edges of the nails untouched.

"Why don't you take a shower? How long will you stop wiping like this?" Haruhiko couldn't help but remind him.

Huiyuan Ai's expression tightened, and she turned around and said coldly: "I will not go to that kind of environment and give you a chance, a hateful guy."

Haruhiko laughed dumbly.

Haibara Ai also knew that only by taking a bath could the smell be completely removed.

But now she was afraid that Haruhiko would follow her into the bathroom, because after what happened just now, the two of them finally did something that only lovers do.

She found that she seemed unable to be tough in front of Haruhiko, and her current cold reaction was all fake.

If Haruhiko makes some strange requests then...that would be troublesome.

Haruhiko glanced at her soft brown hair and said with a complicated expression, "There's still some on your hair. It must be uncomfortable to go to bed without washing it, right?"

Haibara Ai stopped wiping her feet instantly.

She subconsciously reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, and a paste-like substance like conditioner stuck to her fingertips.

And because of her movements, the original balance of the hair was disrupted.

The crab paste that was originally hanging on the bangs to maintain balance fell down, dripped onto the tip of Haibara Ai's nose, and slid down her straight nose bridge.

After leaving a light bright color trail, it landed precisely on the thin lips.

A strong smell emanated from this point.

Haibara Ai was shocked and felt an unprecedented impact.

Both mentally and physically.

Haibara Ai's skin turned red, like a cooked lobster.

It was just an angry lobster. "Damn you! I'm going to die with you!" Haibara Ai rushed forward, stepped hard on Haruhiko's stomach, and jumped back and forth, as if trying to vent her anger in this way.

But her feet were too slippery and she lost her balance and fell flat on her face.

then--

Miss Lobster, who fell into the trap, was easily caught by the guests.

And because it has already been cooked, it saves the customer a step.

The guests easily peeled the cooked lobster, dipped it in the unique sauce, and enjoyed it to their heart's content.

When Dr. Agasa had eaten and drunk his fill at the izakaya and was ready to go home.

Haibara Ai sat on the edge of the bed again and repeated the foot-wiping action.

But this time the collar of her dress was a little messy and the buttons were buttoned incorrectly.

The paper balls at the foot of the bed were piled high, and the air was filled with a smell that made Xiao Ai dizzy.

If you sleep in this kind of environment, you will probably suffocate to death, right?

Haibara Ai made up her mind that she had to clean the room thoroughly before she could fall asleep, and disinfect the sheets and other things several times.

After Haruhiko had his fill, he lazily lay in bed and refused to get up.

After Haibara Ai had gathered herself, she returned to being the cold winery Sherry. She didn't give Haruhiko any chance to get close to her, and pulled him off the bed and threw him out.

"You are not allowed to enter my room again." Haibara Ai slammed the door shut, then leaned against the door with her heart beating fast.

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow." Haruhiko said through the door, "Please wash your socks."

Damn, can this guy even understand what people are saying?

Haibara angrily found the pepper spray from under the bed, and when she opened the door, she found that Haruhiko had disappeared.

Next time he dares to come in, I'll spray him with this. Haibara Ai placed the bottle of purple potion within easy reach of the door.

After Haruhiko left, Haibara Ai did not clean the room carefully as she had planned, and did not even open the window.

She took a shower, dried her hair, and gave a lecture to Dr. Agasa who had secretly gone out to find food.

It was almost twelve o'clock when I returned to bed.

Haibara Ai sat on the edge of the bed, her two legs hanging over the edge and dangling back and forth. Her tender little feet were slightly red from being scrubbed many times.

Before going to bed, she looked up at the photo on the bedside table and thought about finding an opportunity to take a photo of the two of them and put it there.

Haibara Ai fell asleep quickly. I don’t know what she dreamed about, but there was a sweet smile on her lips.

...

A few uneventful days passed, and the date of the karate competition was getting closer.

Not only did Xiaolan's condition not improve, it got worse.

These days, except for seeing Mao Li Ran during class, Haruhiko rarely sees her. She is working hard in extra training every day.

Haruhiko wanted to help but didn't know where to start. He couldn't really ask her to go to the amusement park, right?
He just said that on purpose because he was angry with Conan, and it didn't help Xiaolan at all.

Haruhiko originally thought that he would not see Xiaolan in his spare time until the karate tournament began.

Unexpectedly, after school that day.

He actually saw Ran Mouri wearing an indigo blue kendo uniform in the kendo club.

However, the solemn expression on her face had not yet disappeared. She held the bamboo sword with extreme seriousness and concentration, and her white bare feet were firmly on the floor.

Haruhiko could clearly feel the tension in her.

Haruhiko immediately understood that Xiaolan might want to start with kendo and try to get back to her karate form.

This is a feasible method. After all, competitive sports are all the same. Especially for athletes of her level, it is actually more about adjusting the psychological state.

Unfortunately, although Xiaolan was very serious and worked very hard, the results were not ideal.

Haruhiko always felt that Xiaolan's previous indomitable spirit had suddenly disappeared.

Although Mao Lilan is very aggressive now, she always gives people a feeling of insecurity.

It would be fine if it was just normal practice, but when it comes to that crucial competition, this mentality may become a fatal weakness.

After the Kendo Club practice.

Just as Haruhiko was about to change his clothes, the distraught Xiaolan took the initiative to walk up to him and said, "Kousaka-kun, I would like to ask you for some guidance."

"me?"

"Yes, I think if it were you, you might be able to help me find the key to the problem." Xiaolan held the handle of the bamboo sword tightly in her hand.

Haruhiko sighed, "Okay, let's have a fight then."

After all the classmates left, Haruhiko took the initiative to apply for the job of cleaning the Kendo Club, which was usually done by the younger students.

Haruhiko took the initiative to bring it up, and the younger students were naturally delighted.

In the empty dojo, only Haruhiko and Xiaolan were left. The orange sunset shone through the window onto the floor of the venue, forming rows of neat square grids.

Xiaolan took a deep breath and tried her best to adjust herself to the best condition.

"let's start."

The moment Haruhiko spoke, Xiaolan suddenly rushed forward, her white bare feet stepped on a square piece of sunlight on the floor, and launched a fierce attack.

A few minutes later.

The two men stood back to back, holding bamboo swords.

Xiaolan was breathing heavily, and sweat was dripping down her slender chin onto the floor.

She was basically the one who was attacking just now, so she consumed a lot of energy, but the effect was surprisingly poor. Haruhiko used a method of using a small force to achieve a great effect and defeated her easily.

"Something's wrong. You're not strong enough to lose so easily." Haruhiko shook his head, thinking about the crux of the matter.

Xiaolan looked disappointed: "Is it still not working?"

"Wait a moment, I'll go get the protective gear for practice. This time, let me teach you the moves." Haruhiko said as he walked towards the warehouse where the practice props were kept. Because it was too hot, he took off his mask and put it on the floor.

Xiaolan watched Haruhiko leave.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, recalling the battle just now, but soon her eyes fell on the mask that Haruhiko had thrown on the floor.

There was also a lot of sweat on the visor, and Haruhiko's sweaty odor could be smelled from several meters away.

This unpleasant smell, however, seemed to have a mysterious magical power that made Xiaolan feel the fatal temptation.

However, Xiaolan's good upbringing as a good girl made her instinctively resist the impulse in her heart.

But I hesitated for a long time.

Xiaolan couldn't help it, she secretly walked over and held the mask in her arms, and slowly put her delicate nose against it.

The stuffy space of the mask was filled with the smell of Kousaka Haruhiko.

The smell of sweat that filled Xiaolan's nose made her hum softly. Her body shivered and her white toes gripped the floor tightly.

The smell made her feel extra safe.

It was as if powerful energy was suddenly injected into the body.

Because that was the smell of Haruhiko, the man who risked his life to stand in front of her when she was in the most dangerous moment.

"Xiaolan, you..."

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from the door of the Kendo Club.

Xiaolan looked up and found that Haruhiko had returned with the practice props and was looking at her with an incredible look.

Xiaolan stood there in a daze.

Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to explain her strange behavior.

But there's no way to explain this situation, right?
In the end, she couldn't help but bury her blushing face in the mask that Haruhiko had worn.

Use this ostrich approach to solve the problem.

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