Detective Conan: The Literary Genius is Actually a Great Scientist

Lin Ran slept exceptionally soundly and comfortably.

People who frequently overuse their brains know that when you're extremely tired, you fall asleep as soon as you lie down in bed.

Commonly known as—falling asleep.

In her dream, Lin Ran felt completely enveloped in warmth.

It didn't feel like being in bed; it felt more like floating in a pink ocean, safe and comfortable.

In a daze.

Before Lin Ran had fully opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was something breathtakingly soft? The touch was incredibly soft, and there was a milky, sweet scent on the tip of her nose.

At the same time, his palm seemed to be holding something.

I pinched it subconsciously.

"Eek~"

A suppressed whimper rang in his ear.

Hearing this sound gradually brought Lin Ran back to her senses.

The sight before him when he opened his eyes stunned him instantly—

Because his head was buried in a mountain range, the soft, full breasts, due to the pressure, spread outwards like cotton candy, very soft and sweet.

An unparalleled impact.

More importantly... his right hand...

It stands grandly and imposingly atop another mountain range...

"Um???"

Lin Ran was completely stunned.

Wow... such a huge perk just for waking up?!

Did he pick up the wrong script? Wasn't he writing a story about how a literary master was made? Why did he suddenly switch to an adult anime channel?

With immense willpower, he struggled to lift his head from that intoxicatingly tender place.

Once the vision cleared, the familiar face of Akemi Miyano came into view—her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling violently, and her cheeks and ears were flushed red, like a ripe peach that could drip water at the slightest touch.

What a sin! What a sin!

Lin Ran's mind raced, and she finally pieced together the cause and effect.

He hates being disturbed while sleeping, and he has a sleep habit that's hard to define as good or bad: he always likes to hold something in his hand while sleeping, otherwise he can't sleep soundly.

It was a cushion when I was little, but now that I'm grown up...

Clearly, after a deep sleep in the morning, this bad habit kicks in, and the "pillow" that comes to the door is treated as a personal comfort toy.

While silently chanting "Don't do anything improper" in her mind, Lin Ran reluctantly released her grip.

He hadn't noticed until he loosened his grip, but once he did, he saw that the delicate fabric at the chest of the maid's pajamas was now pilling a bit... It was easy to imagine how much force and how long he had occupied her in her unconscious sleep.

Sitting up in bed, Lin Ran rubbed her still throbbing temples, her heart filled with complex emotions.

Can he say that he is truly innocent?

All of his "hooligan behavior" was truly just his subconscious reaction in his sleep; he had no malicious intent whatsoever!

I picked up my phone from the bedside table; it was already noon.

Looking back at the little maid on the bed, who still had her eyes tightly closed and was pretending to be asleep, Lin Ran suddenly felt a mischievous urge.

He bent down and breathed hot air onto her face.

Sure enough, the eyelashes trembled even more violently, but the owner of the eyes still stubbornly refused to open them.

Lin Ran's smile deepened, and he lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on her smooth, full forehead.

Good morning, my little maid.

Tsk, the speed at which people fall into depravity is indeed at the speed of light.

Yesterday, he was righteously telling his assistant not to bother with those formalities, but today he has completely succumbed to the maid's silent and gentle advances, and has quickly adapted and even begun to enjoy it.

Without exposing the beauty's obvious pretense of sleep, Lin Ran got up in a good mood and headed to the bathroom to wash up and, incidentally... take a cold shower to cool down.

The water flow washed over my body, taking away my sleepiness and restlessness.

With everything done, Lin Ran stood in front of the mirror, looking at the clean-cut, handsome young man in the mirror with water droplets dripping from his hair, and nodded in satisfaction.

Hmm, not bad. Clear eyes, still good-looking, and it's one of our own excellent modelers.

When he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel, the large bed in the bedroom was empty, while downstairs in the kitchen, he could hear the light clinking of spatulas.

At this time, it's impossible to have breakfast.

In the kitchen, Akemi Miyano was preparing lunch.

He would pause occasionally, then unconsciously reach out and touch his forehead, his lips curving upwards involuntarily.

During lunch.

Neither of them brought up the romantic scene from that morning, but they could both sense that the relationship between master and servant had become noticeably closer.

……

……

in the afternoon.

After dinner, Lin Ran walked out of the villa.

Today is Saturday. Although he doesn't have to go to class, he doesn't plan to slack off. He plans to take advantage of the knowledge and inspiration he gained from last night's CPH4 to go to the library to look up some supplementary materials before officially starting to write "Snow Country".

He was not prepared to completely copy the writing of Kawabata Yasunari.

Different times and different worlds will lead to subtle differences in cultural details and historical backgrounds. He needs to make reasonable modifications and localize them accordingly.

He also wanted to revise and elevate the novel, including any limitations or minor flaws that might have existed in the original work, from a higher perspective.

It's not about belittling our predecessors, but about standing on the shoulders of giants to see further.

Lin Ran wants this work, which has been hailed as one of the most beautiful literary works by Nobel laureates, to shine with a new and even more brilliant light in this other world, a light that belongs to both itself and to "late summer".

Writers are all proud, and he was no exception.

He wanted to write not only Kawabata Yasunari's Snow Country, but also a Snow Country that combined his understanding of the world and his insights into human nature from two lifetimes, a Snow Country unique to "late summer".