Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze frowned slightly.

He wasn't sure if this was a test from Kogoro Mouri.

If the person in front of you is truly as perceptive as various reports claim, then you can't just answer that question casually.

He disagreed with Ran Mouri's way of thinking and behavior, saying:

"Don't say that. You're my father, how could taking care of you be hard for me?"

Before she could finish speaking, she added another sentence.

"Of course, it would be best if you could give me less to worry about."

The girl helplessly spread her hands, her expression as tolerant as ever.

Before Kogoro Mouri could speak, Conan agreed on his behalf.

"Sister Xiaolan, let's do housework together from now on!"

"Ah."

Aozawa smiled and patted Conan's head.

"Conan is the best!"

He smiled gently on the surface, but inside he was vomiting.

If anyone in the organization heard this soft, coquettish, child-soothing tone, the persona he had built up over the years would be completely ruined.

"Is that all Sister Xiaolan talked about with that gentleman?"

Conan was eager to know what exactly was wrong between her and Ran.

"There are a few other things too. That gentleman listened to me ramble on and on for a long time. Now that I think about it, I feel a little embarrassed."

Conan wanted to ask more questions, but Aozawa didn't seem inclined to answer.

He ate the pasta that Amuro Tooru had brought him, and the delicious taste made him feel extremely happy.

After finishing his meal, he plugged in his phone and turned it on. He discovered that in addition to the call from Conan, Sonoko Suzuki had also called several times.

In addition to phone calls, there were also text messages.

They were all saying things out of concern for her health.

After replying that he was fine and there was no need to worry, Qingze sat down at his desk and began to look through Ran Mouri's textbooks.

I only asked for one day off, but I have to go to class tomorrow.

He wasn't quite sure what high schools taught these days, so it was good to check in advance.

"That's it? It's pretty simple."

Qingze never went to school, but as an assassin, a top-notch assassin, there was no shortage of things to learn.

Cryptography, cryptanalysis, psychology, performance studies, computation, chemistry...

He's good at all of these things, but Mandarin and English are more challenging for him.

It's not that his English is bad, but there's a big difference between practical English and exam-oriented English.

As I was flipping through a book, my phone lit up; it was Sonoko Suzuki calling.

As soon as the call connected, a lively and enthusiastic voice came from the other end.

"Xiao Lan! Are you really alright?"

"It's okay, I'll go to school tomorrow."

"It's good that you're alright. I called you several times today but you didn't answer. I was quite worried."

"Sorry, I was outside at the time and my phone was out of battery."

"Your old phone's battery drains way too fast, don't you really want to consider getting a new one?"

"Yeah, I'm already planning to buy a new phone in the next few days."

Sonoko Suzuki was just offering casual advice, but she didn't expect Ran to agree.

After all, she had said similar things before.

But she was genuinely surprised when Xiaolan said she was planning to get a new phone today.

"Wow, is the sun rising in the west? They've finally decided to replace that old relic?"

"If it doesn't work well, you should replace it, right? Isn't that what you said..."

Ran Mouri hadn't told Aozawa such detailed things, but judging from what she said about Sonoko Suzuki's personality, Sonoko would definitely have told him.

As expected, Sonoko didn't notice anything unusual when she heard Ran say that.

"Let's go to the phone store and pick out a phone after school tomorrow!"

"it is good……"

The girl on the other end of the phone kept talking, and Qingze responded casually without sounding like he was just going through the motions.

Finally, the phone call ended, and the bedroom fell silent.

Conan stood at Ran's door, pressed himself against it, and overheard her entire conversation with Sonoko.

After hesitating for a while, he ran downstairs.

Kogoro Mouri, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked at Conan with a puzzled expression as he ran out and asked where he was going.

"I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back!"

After leaving a message, Conan took out the same flip phone as Ran, turned it on, found a quiet place, and called Ran.

Seeing Shinichi Kudo's name light up on the screen, Aozawa glanced sideways, not rushing to answer, but waiting leisurely for a while before slowly answering the call.

"Xiao Lan, I heard you were sick. Are you feeling any better?"

On the phone, Shinichi Kudo's voice was concerned, seemingly unaware that Ran Mouri's feelings for him had changed.

This was the first time Aozawa had heard Shinichi Kudo's voice, and he couldn't discern much from it.

There was no rush to answer.

He is considering.

Ran Mouri doesn't provide much information about Shinichi Kudo.

The young girl's hazy love, accompanied by a long wait, did not produce a mellow and fragrant wine, but instead had a strong bitter taste.

When she mentioned Shinichi Kudo, she didn't feel much joy, but rather sadness.

That kind of feeling where you clearly care, but you force a smile and try to pretend nothing happened.

Aozawa isn't stupid; he could see that Ran Mouri has special feelings for Shinichi Kudo.

In his plan, he wanted to sever this emotional connection with Shinichi Kudo.

After all, he is Aozawa, not Ran Mouri.

But the cut-off shouldn't be too abrupt or sudden; there always has to be a reason.

The beloved who is never seen, the lives that are out of sync, the silent acquaintances—all these are enough reasons to believe.

"How did you know I was sick? Conan told you again."

Qingze used an affirmative sentence, without questioning, and his tone was normal.

He sighed, and said in Ran Mouri's characteristic dejected tone:

"Shinichi, you communicate with Conan much more than you communicate with me."

He would make a brief phone call every ten days or half a month, and then disappear for long periods of time. When asked what he was doing, he would only say that he was investigating a case. To be honest, Aozawa was very surprised when he heard Ran Mouri describe it this way.

Even in a long-distance relationship, this is unacceptable!

Knowing that the other person likes you, you keep making them wait.

How long will it take?

When will we get there?

If they never come back, should we just keep waiting?

This Shinichi Kudo is far too spoiled and arrogant.

However, since these two haven't officially become a couple, it makes things easier.

Anyway, we don't know where Shinichi Kudo is, so we can just gradually distance ourselves and reduce communication.

Conan, on the other end of the phone, was embarrassed and at a loss for words. He could only laugh it off and explain:

"Because Conan often encounters cases and asks me questions about them, we keep in touch quite often."

“The case, the case… I know that the case is more important to you than me.”

Ran Mouri's voice sounded even more dejected on the phone.

But the truth is that Aozawa was expressionless and was still imitating Ran Mouri's handwriting when writing his exercises.

Conan got anxious. "Of course not! Like I said before, you are the most difficult unsolved case for me. No case matters as much to me as you do!"

"But I didn't feel that sensation..."

Qingze curled his lips, feeling a sense of pleasure as if he were toying with the boy's innocent feelings.

Poor Tom, he was completely fooled.

Thinking of this, Qingze's thoughts drifted away again.

Where exactly do these subconscious thoughts come from?

But when he tried to recall, all he found was a blank.

This feeling really makes people extremely irritable.

Qingze grew irritated and lost interest in teasing the little boy, speaking coldly:

"Alright, Shinichi, I'm feeling better now. I took a day off today, so I fell behind on my studies. I need to catch up. I'll hang up now."

Chapter 13 He's already been very accommodating.

The phone kept ringing with busy signals.

Conan was somewhat incredulous.

Xiao Lan really died...

Because they rarely contacted each other, he was always the one to hang up on the phone in the past. This was the first time Xiaolan had hung up on him.

Does Xiaolan not like him anymore?

no, I can not!

Xiaolan is just in a bad mood. Xiaolan said she would wait for him.

Instead of trying to make another call, he sent a text message.

"Conan told me your phone battery isn't lasting long enough, so I'll buy you a new one and send it to you. —Shinichi"

He called to talk about this, but before he could even say a word, the call was disconnected.

Qingze saw it, but did not reply.

He can have as many cell phones as he wants; he'll buy a new one tomorrow.

Thinking of Ran Mouri, he picked up his phone and sent her a text message.

How many books have you read?

Not long after, a text message came back.

I've read one book, but it will take time to truly understand it.

Ran Mouri, who was sitting at her desk reading a book, sighed.

Reading books is one thing, but if you want to practice your skills, you still need to practice.

The book is just theory; practice is what matters. Starting tomorrow, I'll spend two hours teaching you every day.