How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

Things are becoming more and more dramatic, constantly reversing and reversing and reversing.

In the end, these people, who had already decided to raise public opinion no matter what, and asked Kazama Tsuru to participate in the event in the name of "for the good of Mr. Kazama", once again changed their attitudes.

The group chat returned to a state of harmony again, and began to talk about the recent article sent by Kazama Tsuru.

Of course, there is no shortage of nowhere else, some guys who show off autographs and take photos are constantly active in the group.

It was not over here, Xiaolan saw that Xiao Wei gradually relaxed, stayed for a while, and then quickly swiped across the screen and went directly to the next key node.

Another person appeared, and when everyone had gradually been moved by [Meeting in the Sea of People], he began to arrange tasks for everyone in groups.

Each group has its own team leader, and the team leader is arranged to be old members, and people with more stable personalities and who are actually management personnel are specially arranged.

This person has been in the group for a long time, and with his understanding of group friends and strong arrangement ability, he has arranged suitable tasks for everyone.

Xiaolan took back the phone and looked at the two with a smile.

"When I saw the news, I didn't expect it at all!"

"I originally just wanted to look at the above records and remember who organized everyone to help control public opinion, but I didn't expect to see what happened earlier."

Xiaolan said this, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there are still reasonable people, otherwise many people are forced to do things they don't want to do, even if it's something they like, it's very bad..."

Kazama Tsuru's expression was always light, and he didn't have any opinion on this matter.

Of course, although he doesn't care very much, it's good not to be forced after all.

"This matter seems to have passed like this, it's hard for Xiaolan that you have turned over the news for so long, thank you."

"Huh?"

Xiao Ran didn't expect Kazama Tsuru's focus to be this at all, and was stunned for a moment, her cheeks were slightly red.

"I, I really didn't think about it so much, just help take a look by the way, it's nothing..."

"If I want to say, these fans, nothing is better than something."

The two looked over, and Xiao Mo spoke with a cold face.

"I don't know what else these fans are good for other than causing trouble for my brother."

Kazama Tsuru smiled softly, put his hand on the little mourning's hairy brown head, and twisted her fluffy hair.

"When I don't want to write, they are what motivates me to keep going."

Xiao Mo was touched by Kazama Tsuru like this, a little uncomfortable, but strangely did not dodge or directly open his hand.

The reason she gave herself in her heart was: her brother was not in good health, and if he avoided it, causing him to be in a bad mood and causing something wrong with his body, it would be very troublesome.

It's nothing that he has to go to the hospital again, and he has to take care of him for a long time, which is really annoying.

But the truth is....

Who knows.

"Besides, without these readers buying my books for decades, we wouldn't have that much money to travel, would we?"

Xiao Mo pursed his lips, looked at Kazama Tsuru's sunny smile, lowered his head slightly, and finally didn't say anything more, but there were two more suspicious blushs on his face.

"Well, you guys are really getting along now~"

Xiaolan smiled and admired.

Kazama Tsuru withdrew his hand with a smile and handed the juice on the table to the girl next to him who was already blushing and unable to speak, his voice was warm.

"Xiao Wei has a cold personality, but he is very well-behaved and sensible, and many times we take care of each other."

The implication is that taking care of each other in this way is an inevitable thing.

Xiaolan nodded with a smile, randomly found a place to sit under the sun umbrella, buried half of her body with sand, and chatted with Kazama Tsuru next to her.

Xiao Mo silently carried the book next to him, but the speed of turning the book was obviously very slow, and his eyes always glanced at the two people next to him.

Kazama Tsuru didn't talk much, but more often smiled and listened to Ran talk about various things, listening to her talk about the stories that happened to various people at school and different acquaintances.

The salty and wet sea breeze makes a loud noise from the leaves of large palm and coconut trees, and the cheerful sounds of people float over.

Two people, one small and three people sat under two umbrellas, the little girl held a large magazine that could cover half of her body, and the smiling young man took a sip of juice from time to time, quietly listening to the girl next to him laughing and telling the story of youth.

......

On one side, there was tranquility, and on the other side, Belmode was speechless.

When did she Belmode suffer such grievances!

Obviously, the matter has basically been settled, and he just didn't pay attention to the news for a few hours, and two other people appeared, which turned the hearts of the entire group in one fell swoop.

Who are these two people!!

Why is it so annoying!!

Obviously, he only decided to help him after discovering Cointreau's actions, but he didn't expect to put himself in it.

Face is lost.

Fortunately, no one else knows about this....

Waving away the things on the desktop, Belmod closed the computer irritably, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

This time....

Even if the sun is lucky.

To reverse the thinking of these people again, or find someone else to ferment public opinion, of course, you can do it.

But it is no longer necessary.

It's just a small thing.

Ding dong!

Glancing at the phone screen placed on the chair, it was a message from Brakaido.

Belmod raised an eyebrow, not thinking of anything that had something to do with this guy lately.

Walking over and picking up his phone, Belmode clicked on the message.

【Don't disturb the sun】

【Oh? I didn't expect your personality to like sunshine? 】

【...... My mission has to do with the sun, don't be near him. Also, if you say something like this again, I'll chop your tongue]

Bradaido's task has something to do with sunshine?

She silently chewed on this sentence, which revealed a lot of hidden information, and kept thinking in her heart, but her typing hand did not pause for long.

[Okay, okay, got it, it's really boring]

The other side did not reply to the message again.

After a few seconds, the messages on the screen all disappear, indicating that the program set up by the organization starts.

Looking at the traffic and crowds outside the window, Belmode took another puff of his cigarette.

A slender finger with red nail polish holds a women's cigarette, full of amazing charm.

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

But this matter is destined to have nothing to do with him.

Without much pause, she bought a ticket to go abroad tomorrow.

Continuing to dangle near the sun, Cointreau and Brakedo have to be anxious.