Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

She had already gone to get the motorcycle back, but Qingze was still not awake.

Qingze threw off the covers in frustration, peeking out his head. His sleepy eyes opened listlessly, and he had no desire to get out of bed.

"How could it be so fast? I feel like I just slept for a little while."

Ran Mouri walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and let the bright light in.

It was already bright outside, and Qingze instinctively reached out to shield his eyes.

Ran Mouri walked to the bedside and looked down at him.

"Get up, I've almost finished making lunch."

Qingze counted; he arrived home at nearly four in the morning last night, meaning he hadn't slept for even eight hours.

He sat up in bed, rubbed his messy hair, and sighed.

Since becoming Ran Mouri, he can no longer sleep for as long as he wants.

Chapter 329 Nosebleed? Is it from getting a sore throat?

This was the first time Ran Mouri had ever seen "herself" looking like she had just woken up.

The girl's face showed dissatisfaction and weariness at being disturbed from her sleep, but even though her hair was messy, it did not affect her delicate and pretty face.

She sat there dejectedly, looking like she could collapse into bed at any moment.

So cute!

Hey, I'm so cute.

She took out her phone, intending to take a picture.

What are you doing!

Qingze instantly became alert, switching to a clear-headed state and grabbing his phone.

"Let me show you the time on my phone."

Qingze squinted at her, not believing her at all.

Ran Mouri's expression just now didn't mean that at all.

He flipped his phone over, revealing the camera interface. A quick snap of a photo had been taken of the bottom left corner, but he managed to grab it just as he reached out, resulting in a blurry picture.

"You want to take my picture?"

Ran Mouri wasn't embarrassed at all when she was caught. "No, I was filming myself, how could I be filming you?"

Qingze thought about it and agreed.

If this is going to be an unflattering photo, it will be an unflattering photo of Ran Mouri herself.

He put down his phone and looked at her teasingly: "Do you need me to perform some facial expressions for you to record?"

"Facial expressions?" Ran Mouri didn't understand.

"Some distorted and exaggerated expressions, or picking your nose... it's actually quite funny to see them done with your face..."

Ran Mouri looked at him with a deep gaze, put her phone back in her pocket, and reached out to pinch his face.

"You're not allowed to use my body to do such indecent things!"

To be able to say it so jokingly, how many strange things has this guy actually done with her body in private!

Qingze gasped several times, "Ouch, ouch, ouch... slow down..."

Ran Mouri wouldn't let go, "You're not allowed to use my body for any shady things!"

What do you mean by "messy or chaotic things"?

Aoze grinned at her, but Ran inexplicably sensed a hint of mockery in his gaze.

She was annoyed for a moment, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Her face flushed red, and she threw down a "Get up now" before closing the door and leaving.

The room door was closed, and Qingze grimaced as he touched his cheek where he had been pinched.

"That really hurts..."

After laughing for a while, he sat on the bed, staring blankly at the familiar room layout.

After a while, he covered his face with his hand, slightly retracted his thumb and forefinger, pinched the space between his eyebrows, and the smile on his face faded a little.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom; the places on my face where I had been pinched were red.

He reached out and poked it; it hurt.

"How could someone hit their own face so hard..."

He pursed his lips, turned on the heater, took off his clothes, and went into the shower.

The mirror in the shower room reflected the entire body.

There was no mirror in the Maori family's bathroom, so he only saw this scene occasionally when he was showering there.

Qingze's gaze swept over the body inch by inch, and suddenly, his eyes widened.

A little blood flowed from the person's nose in the mirror.

He touched it in disbelief and held it up to his eyes.

It really was a nosebleed.

"Are you feeling hot and bothered?"

He looked completely bewildered.

Nosebleeds are like a chance occurrence caused by a rupture of the nasal mucosa; they flow briefly and then stop.

The mirror was covered by water mist as Qingze washed his body, his fingers caressing every inch of his skin, which flushed red from the water.

White steam rose, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

A dozen minutes later, Ran Mouri knocked on the door again.

"Are you up yet? Time for lunch."

Qingze was picking out clothes when his gaze fell on the sweater that Ran Mouri had bought last time.

Two identical sweaters of different sizes were hanging together. He looked at them for a while, picked one up and put it on before opening the door and going out.

Ran Mouri looked surprised to see him wearing this.

Qingze ignored her and went downstairs to eat.

Ran Mouri glanced at his retreating figure, then at the open door of the room, ran inside quickly, grabbed the matching sweater, and put it on.

Looking in the mirror, I felt a little guilty, so I put on a coat over my clothes.

Seeing Ran Mouri come downstairs wearing the same sweater and sit at the dining table, Aoze raised his eyelids slightly but said nothing.

"Let's eat."

Seeing that he didn't react at all, Ran Mouri pouted, looking rather unhappy.

How can they be so calm?

"Don't make that kind of face with my face..."

Qingze reached out and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

Although he was used to Ran Mouri using his body, his pouting, chubby cheeks, coquettish, and cute expressions were still an eyesore to him every time he saw them.

He, a man of great stature, has been transformed into a delicate, pale-faced pretty boy.

His image...

It's completely gone...

Ran Mouri blinked innocently at him, then walked over and sat down next to him.

"My expressions are so vivid! You can use my face to be cute too, it's really adorable..."

Qingze glanced at her sideways, raised his chin, and exuded a cold and arrogant aura. "Then you'll be disappointed."

Let him act cute?

Dream on!

Qingze ate his lunch slowly and leisurely.

He picked up a piece of beef, chewed it slowly, and at the same time took out his phone to arrange the driving practice location for the afternoon.

Ran Mouri's phone rang. After glancing at the caller ID, Qingze tossed her the voice changer, telling her to deal with it herself.

When Ran Mouri saw her father calling, she quickly switched her voice changer to her own voice and answered the phone.

"Xiao Lan, why aren't you back yet?"

"Dad, I'm having dinner with Qingze. We're going to see a movie this afternoon..."

Hearing this, Kogoro Mouri pouted, "Have you done your homework? Still playing outside? Come home early tonight..."

"I finished writing it a long time ago, I'll be back early tonight..."

Ran Mouri breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

I always feel guilty answering the phone.

Not long after Kogoro Mouri finished his call, and Ran Mouri had just taken a few bites of her meal, Vermouth called.

Ran Mouri picked up the voice changer again and answered the phone.

"Xiao Lan, are you free this afternoon? Come over and study."

Vermouth's voice came through the receiver.

Qingze glanced at his phone and continued eating.

Since switching bodies with Ran Mouri, he hasn't seen Vermouth in person, and they only communicate by phone.

Vermouth offered to let her come and study with her several times, but he refused each time.

He didn't want to show off his acting skills in front of master actors; it would be tiring, and it would be very troublesome if he were discovered.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I have other plans for this afternoon."

"Alright... how's your disguise technique coming along?"

"I made my first mask, but it took me a whole afternoon..."

"Not bad, you've got a real talent for making the first one so quickly."

"Am I talented? I thought I was just slow..."

"Of course you have talent, unlike someone who tried to steal my disguise technique, but after tinkering for five or six days, he couldn't come up with anything..."

Qingze, who was accidentally injured: "..."

Why make a phone call when you can just do it? Why resort to this comparison and disparagement?

Is it his problem that he can't learn it? It's clearly because that disguise technique is unscientific!

Chapter 330 Do you plan to become an actor in the future?

Seeing Qingze's darkening expression, Ran Mouri whispered into the phone:

"Teacher...he's next to me..."

Vermouth paused for a moment, then naturally changed the subject.

"I have a movie coming out soon, and there's a role that would be perfect for you. Would you like to give it a try?"

Ran Mouri is quite interested in making movies, but her current state is really not suitable.

Once she appears on screen, she is very likely to become a public figure, which will easily attract attention, and this is not good for either her or Qingze.

"Thank you, teacher, but I have so much to learn lately, I don't have time..."

"When filming starts on that role, it'll be around your winter break. It won't be a big role, you'll only be on screen for about five minutes. If things go smoothly, it can be filmed in three or four days. Just treat it as a fun experience, get a feel for filming... No need to rush to reply, you can think about it first..."

Qingze ate his meal quietly.