Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

I think the chapter depicting Ran Mouri's emotional changes is very well written.

Can anyone compliment me? [shy]

Chapter 28 We're Comrades, Aren't We?

Aozawa stood in the shadows not far away, looking at Ran Mouri by the window on the third floor.

The girl tilted her head back, gazing up at the dark night sky.

The distance was too far to see his expression clearly, but judging from the atmosphere surrounding him, he seemed somewhat sad.

But the sadness didn't last long; she picked up her phone.

Qingze felt his phone vibrate in his pocket; a message had been sent.

[Mr. Qingze, aren't we comrades-in-arms?]

A slight smile curved Qingze's lips.

Comrade?

Did you think he was going to fight against the organization?

It's amazing that she used that word.

He typed "1" to reply, indicating that he had read it.

Ran Mouri smiled as she looked at the number 1, as if she could already see Aozawa's speechless expression as he rolled his eyes.

Mr. Qingze, you're a good person, aren't you?

Qingze was speechless when he saw yet another message.

Which eye of yours saw that I'm a good person?

Ran Mouri has asked this question several times already. Are you really that willing to believe he's a good person?

Upon seeing the message from Qingze, Ran Mouri didn't rush to reply.

She turned around, leaned against the window, thought for a moment, and then picked up her phone to reply:

[My feeling is that Mr. Qingze is a kind person.]

Her intuition was always accurate, and she didn't think Qingze was a bad person.

Although he can be sharp-tongued, he is actually very soft-hearted.

I think you've gone blind not only in your eyes, but also in your heart.

Qingze really couldn't understand how Ran Mouri's brain worked.

Everyone knows he's an assassin in a criminal organization, so why does she still think he's a good person?

This person is too trusting; they might get sold out and end up helping the seller count the money.

However, this wasn't without its advantages for him.

Ran Mouri thinks he's a good person, so she won't feel too much resistance to cooperating with him.

After that, when the consciousnesses are switched again, there's no need to waste too much time trying to persuade them.

Seeing Qingze's sharp words, Ran Mouri burst out laughing.

That speechless face seemed to reappear before my eyes.

You lower your head.

Another message came in, and Ran Mouri was startled, instinctively lowering her head.

Qingze was standing downstairs at that moment, and that speechless face really appeared in front of her.

He lowered his half-moon eyes, raised a thumb, then turned it around so the thumb was pointing to the ground, revealing a wicked smile and launching a mocking attack.

After completing this action, he turned around and returned the way he came.

Ran Mouri was stunned.

She forgot to think about why Qingze was here; at that moment, she only had one thought in her mind.

How can this person be so naive!

After a long while, she chuckled softly, feeling much of the pent-up frustration in her heart dissipate.

"Children."

A truly evil person would probably have already fired a bullet, rather than making a harmless, non-threatening gesture.

How is this any different from making a funny face?

It's incredibly childish to deliberately appear and make sarcastic remarks just to avoid admitting you're a good person.

She closed the window and took out the new cell phone that Shinichi had sent, which Aozawa had mentioned.

She glanced at it a few times, then put it back exactly as it was.

So be it.

Let's leave things as they are for now between her and Shinichi.

They both have important things to do, so let's put this relationship on hold for now.

Once they've both finished with their own things, if the relationship can continue, it's not too late to rekindle it then.

She didn't want to date someone who was never around, nor did she want to become a burden on their path.

There was a knock on the door.

"Sister Xiaolan, come out for dinner."

"coming."

Three bowls of rice were neatly arranged on the dining table, and Kogoro Mouri had already tidied up the living room.

Conan even made him a bowl of hangover soup.

Ran Mouri suddenly realized that these two people could actually live well without her care.

She was used to doing these things herself, and they were used to being taken care of, so their instinct to take care of themselves was suppressed.

She composed herself and explained what she had planned.

"I'll be quite busy lately, so I'm afraid I won't have time to cook. Conan and Dad, try your best to learn how to cook!"

Not only housework, but also cooking must be arranged.

"Huh? Xiaolan, what are you doing? The final exams aren't even here yet."

Kogoro Mouri had no idea what his daughter was busy with.

"I wanted to try acting, so I enrolled in an acting class and go there to study every day after school."

She found acting quite interesting, completely transforming into another person and portraying another person's life.

Moreover, she really needs to improve her acting skills, and enrolling in an acting class would be very necessary.

Kogoro Mouri was stunned. "Acting? Why do you suddenly want to be an actor?"

"Yes, Sister Xiaolan, why did you suddenly want to become an actress?"

Amidst the surprised gazes of the two, Ran Mouri sat cross-legged at the dining table, holding a teacup, seemingly recounting her confusion and bewilderment of the past few days:

"A few days ago, the teacher was talking about the topic of 'ideals,' and she asked me what my ideal was. I couldn't answer at the time."

"I've never seriously thought about this topic. I live and study in a routine manner, but I don't have a clear idea of ​​what I want to do in the future."

At this point, her tone became somber.

"Sonoko will inherit the Suzuki Group, and Shinichi will become an even better detective, but I don't know what I'm supposed to do..."

"But today, I've made up my mind."

"If you don't know what you want to do, start with what you're good at and try it one by one. Aunt Yukiko often praises my acting talent, and Sonoko also praises my stage acting. I want to try acting as a career..."

After reviewing it once, Kogoro Mouri felt there were no problems.

It's a good thing that my daughter wants to pursue her dreams; it's much better than her revolving around that brat Shinichi Kudo.

Moreover, learning more skills is never a bad thing.

“Go for it if you want to! Dad supports you! But before you’re sure you really want to be an actor, don’t just sign with any entertainment company. If a talent scout contacts you, you must tell me and your mom…”

Kogoro Mouri gave her detailed instructions, secretly planning when to use his connections to ask Yoko to take Ran to the film set for a visit.

My daughter wants to try it, and since we have connections, we should naturally make use of them.

Conan, of course, wouldn't stop Ran from pursuing her dreams.

If Xiaolan were to become a star, that would be a great choice.

Conan's ears turned slightly red as he imagined Ran, a beautiful and glamorous female celebrity, wearing a gorgeous dress.

"Which acting class did you sign up for, Sister Xiaolan? Can you take me there?"

Can Ran Mouri say that she enrolled in Aozawa's acting class?

Of course not.

She smiled and declined, "Not yet, I just signed up. I'll take you to see it once I'm more familiar with it."

I need to discuss with Mr. Aozawa later how to resolve the excuse of the acting class. Knowing Dad and Conan's personalities, they'll definitely need to go to the scene in person to feel at ease.

If all else fails, she'll actually enroll in an acting class.

"Sister Xiaolan, are you still going to learn Chinese cooking?"

"That was just out of interest; I was just visiting a friend's house and he taught me. I didn't sign up for any classes. I've already learned how to make braised prawns; I'll make them for you guys another day..."

Chapter 29, this task is very important.

After finishing my meal and washing up, I returned to my room.

Ran Mouri suddenly remembered the hand that Aozawa had reached out that night.

Her hand was wrapped in bandages, but she had been so shocked by Qingze's childish behavior that she had overlooked it.

Was the injury sustained this afternoon?

What exactly happened this afternoon?

She took out her phone and sent another message to Qingze.

[Mr. Qingze, is your hand injured?]

A sound came from his pocket. Qingze, who had already returned to his residence, took out his phone as he entered the house.

He glanced at the message, then looked at his hands, which were wrapped in bandages.

When he grabbed Fiano, Fiano's fingernails tore through his flesh, leaving several deep scratches on his hand.

Then he got into a fight with Gin, and the uncivilized Gin focused his attacks on his injured hand.

Although there is no pain, the injured hand still has some difficulty moving.

Qingze didn't want to go back. He took a bottle of cola from the refrigerator. The previous taste was gone, and only the cold liquid poured into his throat.

The commotion of the past few days has subsided, the chattering girl has returned to her own body, and the whole house is eerily silent.

Qingze sank into the sofa, holding the cold bottle of cola, neither drinking nor moving, like a lifeless sculpture.

He's like this most of the time: too lazy to go out, too lazy to exercise, and too lazy to pay attention to irrelevant things.

It's only been a few days, and I'm already finding it hard to get used to going back to my old life.

The phone lying to the side vibrated again. Qingze glanced at it, and the girl's worry seemed to overflow from the screen.

[Mr. Qingze, are you home yet? Be careful not to get your injured hand wet.]

Qingze ignored it for a while, but eventually reached out and took the phone.

He held the phone in one hand, his thumb leaving an afterimage on the screen, and a line of text jumped out.