Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 175 A Special Gift for Xiaolan
Ever since Haruhiko Kousaka helped Ran "cheer her up" at the kendo gym, Ran's mental state seemed to have returned to normal.

The angelic smile appeared on her face again.

Her every frown and smile can touch the hearts of most boys in Teitan High School.

However, whenever Xiaolan's eyes accidentally met Haruhiko's, she would subconsciously look away.

This strange atmosphere made Haruhiko feel as if he was back in junior high school.

The female classmate who I had always regarded as my lifelong enemy suddenly became pleasing to the eye one day. When our arms accidentally touched each other while fighting for the desk, I felt a heartbeat that I couldn't understand at my age at that time.

In addition, he could not forget the time when he buried his face under the hem of Xiaolan's kendo uniform at the kendo club's training ground and tasted her little feet to his heart's content.

The most vulnerable side of the girl who knelt and cried in the kendo hall was also deeply imprinted in his heart.

Driven subtly by these factors.

Even Haruhiko himself didn't notice that he had been subconsciously moving closer to Xiaolan these days.

Although they were all very normal reasons, such as queuing up to buy fried noodles and bread together, walking together after school, and complaining about Yuanzi's outfits together...

However, Haruhiko's sudden proactive behavior made Xiaolan a little flustered.

Although she enjoyed interacting with Haruhiko, her good upbringing made her instinctively feel that it was not right to do so.

So she tried her best to avoid Haruhiko these past few days.

That day, after finishing physical education class, Haruhiko washed his face and prepared to go back to the classroom for a nap.

But as soon as I entered the classroom, I found that the atmosphere was not right.

Suzuki Sonoko and Miyano Mai stood face to face, each holding a can of drink in their hands, their eyes and expressions hinting at murderous intent.

Perhaps because of their aura, the other students in the classroom found excuses to leave, probably because they were afraid of being implicated.

After all, one of them is the eldest daughter of the Suzuki Group, and the other is the new queen of Teitan High School. They are definitely at the top of the pyramid in the Japanese campus system, and ordinary people can't afford to offend them.

What surprised Haruhiko was that Ran Mouri was not there either. He didn't know where she went, but Oshima, a junior classmate, was trembling beside him.

As soon as Oshima-san saw Haruhiko, he immediately rushed over and said, "Senior Kosaka, you're finally back. The two seniors have been looking for you."

"Why are you here?" Haruhiko asked.

Oshima whispered what had happened. In fact, Sonoko and Miyano Mai met when they were buying water, discovered each other's intentions, and had a heated argument.

Then, when they realized they couldn't find Haruhiko, they captured Oshima-san, who had just met Haruhiko.

"Senior, I'm going back first." After explaining, Oshima fled the scene like a flash.

"Haruhiko, where have you been?" Suzuki Sonoko walked over first.

Haruhiko: "It's too hot. I'm going to wash my face."

"Is that so?" Yuanzi gently lifted the hair beside her ear. "I just bought some iced drinks, let's cool down."

Sonoko handed over the iced drink in her hand, and Haruhiko noticed a faint lip print on the edge of the can, which was obviously the drink Sonoko had drunk.

Before Haruhiko could even take it, Mai Miyano came over and said, "It's better to drink tea at this time. Haruhiko, try mine."

She handed over the can of barley tea in her hand, which was also iced and had faint lip marks on the edge.

Haruhiko frowned and fell into deep thought.

In fact, normally, he would definitely choose Suzuki Sonoko's drink.

Because whether it is the relationship between the two or the profound communication he had with Sonoko not long ago, Sonoko has an overwhelming advantage at least when facing Mai Miyano.

But because of his bold guess about Mai Miyano's identity.

This forced Haruhiko to treat the affection of classmate Mai Miyano with caution and maintain the balance of the Shura field as much as possible. He had tried several times before but unfortunately he failed to get any useful information and was not quite sure what the other party's purpose was.

Therefore, until the situation becomes clear, I have to bear with Sonoko temporarily.

However, in order to make up for the unfair treatment Suzuki Sonoko received in Shura Field, Haruhiko will secretly give her some "compensation" in private.

Although he is the one tasting it most of the time, Yuanzi should be happy too, right?
"I was here first, Miyano-san, please don't cut in line," Sonoko said dissatisfiedly. Although she was talking about the drinks, she actually had a deeper meaning.

"There are no such rules for this kind of thing. What's more, the one who comes later often has the last laugh." Mai Miyano retorted.

Sonoko glared at the other person angrily, the curve of her chest heaving violently.

Mai Miyano puffed out her chest without showing any weakness.

After taking a look, Suzuki Sonoko lowered her head and looked at her toes with a sense of inferiority.

But Sonoko thought again that she should not be angry with the other party but should focus the battle on Haruhiko.

So she took a sip of the drink in front of Haruhiko, her soft cherry lips moving slowly as if she were kissing a lover, and her small tongue swirled lightly around the rim of the canned drink. "This is a love drink I made specially for you."

Haruhiko couldn't help swallowing.

He had savored the taste of Suzuki Sonoko's small and fragrant tongue more than once.

"Haruhiko-kun, you must be exhausted from physical education class?" Mai Miyano suddenly interrupted. "Let me feed you."

Sonoko chuckled and thought, is that all?

It seems that Miyano-san is still too immature. At this level, there is no way she can win the favor of Lord Haruhiko.

But soon Yuanzi was dumbfounded.

Because Mai Miyano didn't just feed Haruhiko barley tea with her hands, she held the can of barley tea in her hands and pressed the bottom of the can against the magnificent pectoral muscles on her chest.

She didn't know when she had opened the first two buttons of her white shirt.

So, the can pressed directly against the tender white flesh and sank deeply into it.

Because of Mai Miyano's extraordinary talent, her action was like picking up the barley tea and letting Haruhiko lower his head to taste it.

Sonoko always felt that if Haruhiko really went to drink, Miyano Mai would probably open the can in an instant.

"This is too unfair. You absolutely cannot do that." Suzuki Sonoko stood in front of Haruhiko.

"Oh? Is what I did more foul than Sonoko's sinful tongue?" Mai Miyano chuckled.

"What sinful tongue? Haruhiko loves it the most and has praised me several times." Sonoko turned and looked at Haruhiko, "Don't you agree?"

Mai Miyano pushed up her black-framed glasses: "That's because Haruhiko hasn't tasted mine yet, otherwise he would have quickly forgotten your superficial tongue."

"Tell me clearly what superficiality means, you big-breasted girl." Sonoko pinched her waist with both hands and said angrily.

"Are you envious? It's a pity that I can't share this thing with you." Mai Miyano said sarcastically.

Looking at the Shura scene that was about to intensify, Haruhiko felt that he should do something, perhaps he could still have some time for a nap.

He looked around and found a can of ice cola on the desk not far away.

Maybe Oshima-san forgot it here?
"I'll just drink this." Haruhiko walked over, picked up the can of Coke and drank it all in one gulp.

Haruhiko couldn't help but burp, then licked his lips gently. He suddenly felt that the cola tasted a little strange.

Then he noticed Suzuki Sonoko staring at him with wide eyes. Miyano Mai also frowned slightly.

at this time--

Mao Lilan walked in from the classroom door.

She must have just finished working out. Not only was her hair damp with sweat, but beads of sweat also covered her long, powerful legs beneath her pleated skirt. She was fanning her slender neck with her small hands. "It's so hot, Sonoko, you're such a jerk! The teacher asked you to help, but you pushed it onto me."

"Ah, you're back, Ran, thank you so much." Sonoko smiled unnaturally and winked at Haruhiko.

Haruhiko blinked, somewhat confused.

"Eh? Haruhiko is here too." After noticing Haruhiko, Xiaolan felt a little uncomfortable. She walked to the desk by the window, stared at the empty desk for a second, and then asked Sonoko: "Where's my can of Coke? Did you drink it secretly?"

Yuanzi smiled awkwardly and said, "Uh...Lan, you drink mine first."

"I don't like the taste, and it's covered in your saliva." Ran Mouri said with disgust, while scanning the surroundings, and soon found the can of Coke in Haruhiko's hand.

Haruhiko burped again, awkwardly saying, "Sorry, I thought it was Oshima-san's..."

Xiaolan's cheeks turned a light pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I, I seem to have forgotten something in the teacher's office. You guys go talk first." Xiaolan ran out in a panic, but accidentally bumped into the door frame.

The sturdy pectoral muscles were squeezed to an astonishing degree, and then quickly rebounded to their original full state.

Xiaolan rubbed her chest and ran out in panic.

Haruhiko stared at the empty door in amazement, with a thought flashing through his mind—could it be so chewy?
"You seem very proud. Is Xiaolan's cola really that delicious?" Suzuki Sonoko said coldly, leaning against Haruhiko's left arm.

Before Haruhiko could say anything, his other arm was caught in Miyano Mai's attack.

Although Mai's touch was soft, her tone was chillingly cold: "If Haruhiko had feelings for Ran, even I would be angry."

The coldness in Mai Miyano's tone didn't seem fake.

Haruhiko thought it would be best to leave quickly in this situation, but the two girls refused to let go and held his arms tightly.

Entangled with each other.

The girl's soft hair, delicate skin, and faint body fragrance repeatedly impacted Haruhiko's brain, giving him a wonderful feeling of pain and happiness.

If this continues, I might not be able to bear it, Haruhiko thought.

"What are you guys doing?!" A stern rebuke came from the classroom door.

Haruhiko looked up and saw Sato Miwako standing at the classroom door.

She also held a can of iced drink in her hand.

...

Two incomplete weeks passed, and the day of the karate tournament finally arrived. At the finals, Haruhiko sat near the front row, leaning on the railing to cheer Xiaolan on.

He wore a cheering club turban on his head, a pink cheering suit on his body, and held various cheering props with Ran Mouri's portrait stickers on them in his hands.

He looks like a huge fan of Mao Lilan.

But in fact, these things were not prepared by him, but cheering props prepared by Suzuki Sonoko to cheer for Xiaolan.

Unfortunately, Sonoko caught a bad cold today, so serious that she couldn't come to watch the game in person. In the end, she gave the outfit to Haruhiko and asked him to convey this gift to Xiaolan.

In order to complete the task assigned by Miss Sonoko and also to help Xiaolan achieve good results, Haruhiko cheered her on very hard.

This caused the spectators around him to frequently cast strange glances at him.

Although Haruhiko tried very hard, Xiaolan's competition process was not smooth. Perhaps it was because the opponent was very strong, or perhaps her condition was not fully adjusted, or more likely it was both.

In short, Xiaolan was in a tough fight and was always suppressed by the opponent.

The break before the deciding round.

Ran Mao Li drank water while looking around, looking for the person she was waiting for.

Unfortunately, I didn't see Kudo Shinichi, but I easily found Kosaka Haruhiko wearing a cheering uniform.

Although Xiaolan had already seen Haruhiko's outfit, she still couldn't help laughing out loud, thinking that it was really difficult for this guy. Sonoko was really stupid to let Haruhiko wear such clothes.

At this moment, she suddenly saw Haruhiko making a gesture to her.

Is it to cheer yourself up?
Xiaolan smiled back, wanting to tell Haruhiko not to worry, but she herself was unsure.

But then, she discovered that Haruhiko seemed to be asking her to check the sports backpack she was carrying, and from his lip movements, it seemed as if he was saying that there was a secret there that could help her fight the enemy.

Xiaolan walked to the contestants' rest area with confusion. The audience couldn't see the rest area because there was a temporary shed blocking the view.

She unzipped her travel bag and found an unexpected item at the bottom.

A helmet used in kendo competitions.

And it was old. Holding it in her hand, Xiaolan could vaguely smell a strange sweaty smell on it.

Xiaolan gritted her teeth, clenched her helmet tightly with her little hands, and her fair face was full of shame and anger.

But after hesitating for a while, she still went on the game.

Buried his face in it.

...

[In the final round, Mao Lilan seemed to have become a completely different person, defeating her opponent with an overwhelming advantage and winning the karate championship...]

The radio kept playing the scene of Xiaolan finally defeating her opponent, the host's explanation and post-match interview.

Haruhiko also breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that the little gift he prepared in advance would actually come in handy.

He didn't bother Xiaolan. Although he didn't see Kogoro Mouri and Eri Kisaki, Haruhiko felt that they would definitely be present for such an important competition.

He is now a little embarrassed to meet Kogoro Mori because of the incident of pinching Eri Kisaki's thigh, let alone when Eri Kisaki is around.

So after the game, he left with the crowd.

Because the game was scheduled for the evening, I found that it was already dark outside when I walked out of the venue.

Haruhiko walked out of the venue wearing exaggerated cheering team uniforms and carrying cheering props in his hands.

He was too lazy to go home and cook so late, so he thought he might as well just find a restaurant nearby to have a bowl of ramen, but this outfit was a problem.

If I walked into a ramen restaurant wearing this outfit, I'd probably get people looking at me strangely, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, Haruhiko suddenly saw an unexpected figure on the road ahead.

Under the street light, Ran Mouri took off her karate practice clothes and put on a pure white dress, revealing two thin and straight legs. Her soft black hair hung down to her waist, and her small feet without socks were stepped on a pair of strappy sandals.

Xiaolan was talking on the phone under the street light.

Her face was full of joy and she kept talking, as if she was conveying the joy in her heart to the person on the other end of the phone.

And this good mood is also reflected in actions.

While talking on the phone, Xiaolan played hopscotch under the street light like a little girl.

As she danced, her thighs were faintly visible under her skirt, and the heels of her sandals tapped on the square tiles of the sidewalk, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

The cute horns on her head swayed as her body danced, not to mention the two big white rabbits on her chest.

Fortunately, this road is relatively quiet and there are not many pedestrians.

Otherwise, with her innocent and willing appearance, someone would have come up to her and taken advantage of her.

Haruhiko walked down the stairs of the venue and walked along the sidewalk towards Xiaolan.

Xiaolan hopped a few times on one leg, then took a big step forward, her strappy sandals landing accurately on a square brick of the sidewalk.

At the same time, she also saw Haruhiko walking towards her.

Haruhiko smiled at her.

Xiaolan quickly returned to her usual Yamato Nadeshiko posture, using her hands to hold down the hem of her skirt that was blown up by the wind.

"Okay, Mom, I won't talk to you for now. I'm going to celebrate with Sonoko. Remember your date with Dad next week." Xiaolan hung up the phone and trotted to Haruhiko.

Haruhiko thought she would give him a big hug.

But Xiaolan braked suddenly at a very delicate distance, and her strappy sandals stepped on the square bricks in front of Haruhiko with a "click". The white instep of her feet was coated with a soft cold halo by the street light above her head.

It makes people want to savor it carefully.

"Look here," Xiaolan complained, her small, delicate toes curling up shyly. She seemed to recall the incident that happened in the Kendo Club not long ago.

Haruhiko lowered his gaze to the girl's face.

Looking at her cute nose wrinkled slightly in dissatisfaction, he smiled and said, "I thought you would go celebrate your victory with your uncle and aunt."

Xiaolan shook her head. "Mom is busy with a case and can't come over, and Dad is out playing ping pong again. But they've promised me we can meet up next week to have a good talk."

Haruhiko already knows that Xiaolan is using the karate competition as a bargaining chip to prevent her parents from getting divorced.

Haruhiko: "Then you must seize this opportunity."

"Yes, I'm sure it will succeed." Xiaolan clenched her fists and waved them in front of her.

"That……"

"Let's go eat?" Xiaolan retorted.

"The two of us?" Haruhiko was stunned.

Xiaolan shook the phone in her hand and said with a wry smile: "There's nothing we can do. Sonoko is sick at home, and Conan is out somewhere playing. We can only celebrate first. Let's find a time in a few days to call everyone out for a meal together."

Haruhiko thought about it and decided that this was a good idea. Xiaolan had just won the championship, so she must want to share her joy. Besides, he wanted to go out for dinner anyway, so why not go together?

Xiaolan saw that Haruhiko had been silent for a long time and thought he didn't want to go, so she persuaded him, "It's my treat tonight. Haruhiko-kun can eat whatever he wants."

"Really? Then I'll have to eat some very expensive food." Haruhiko joked.

"Eh? I'm just an ordinary high school girl. I don't have much pocket money. Please don't be too harsh on me." Xiaolan turned and walked to the street light, bent down and picked up the large sports backpack on the side of the road.

"You're not ordinary at all," Haruhiko said. "Ordinary girls can't win a competition like this."

Xiaolan held the sports backpack in both hands, squinted her eyes and smiled: "Please praise me a few more times, maybe you can eat some expensive food."

"Really? Then I'm going to start attacking..."

The two walked along the sidewalk, talking and chatting.

When they were almost at the traffic light, Xiaolan's cell phone rang. She put her backpack on her shoulder and took out her cell phone with her other hand.

It's Kudo Shinichi.

Xiaolan felt a strong sense of dissatisfaction in her heart. This hateful guy called her just now.

Every time she needed help the most, there was no one to help her.

Is investigating the case so important?
Xiaolan was full of resentment.

But then she thought again, it seemed like she hadn't heard Shinichi's voice for a long time. Why not answer the phone and scold him?

"careful!"

The shrill sound of a car horn suddenly rang out, as if it was pressing hard against her ears.

Then she felt the backpack on her shoulders being pulled back hard, and then her body crashed into a broad embrace.

When I looked up, I saw Kosaka Haruhiko's blaming face: "Why weren't you looking at the road? You almost got hit by a car, don't you know?"

Only then did Xiaolan come to her senses.

She saw a white car parked across the road. The driver had rolled down the window and was swearing loudly, using obscenities directed at her.

Haruhiko frowned, stood up and walked over as if he wanted to teach the driver how to communicate with others correctly.

Xiaolan was stunned for a few seconds.

Then she ran over like the wind, hugged Haruhiko from behind, and said, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't be walking while looking at my phone."

She desperately held onto Haruhiko's body and pulled him back onto the sidewalk.

Feeling the familiar scent of Haruhiko, Xiaolan's white fingertips without nail polish gently tapped the hang-up button of the mobile phone.

She took the initiative to hang up the phone with Kudo Shinichi.

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