Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Not only does she own luxury cars, she also brought in her father's work assistant, ready to unleash her financial power the moment Xiaolan shows any signs of being bullied!

"Xiao Lan!"

"Sonoko!" Ran Mouri opened the window and waved to her.

The Maori couple were also dressed up, looking like successful people.

Upon seeing Sonoko Suzuki's extended Lincoln, Kogoro Mouri's initial worries immediately subsided.

My daughter's acting career is now secure.

"Let's go, the teacher is waiting for us on set."

"Where's Aozawa?" Kogoro Mouri asked as he sat in the back seat.

"I've already given him the address; he should be there later."

【We're off! Aze, you can come out now! / Remember to come to the set, you little rascal!】

Looking at the text message on his phone, Qingze pursed his lips, opened the wardrobe door, and walked out.

"It's really become adultery..."

He found his shoes, went to the bathroom to tidy his messy hair, washed his face, and walked out of the third floor.

Just as I came down the stairs, I met the gaze of Amuro Tooru, who was holding a broom and preparing to clean the front yard.

Qingze: "......"

Toru Amuro: "..."

A fierce glint appeared in Qingze's eyes.

What are you looking at?!

Amuro Tooru smiled gently, "If Mr. Aozawa came to see Ms. Mori, he's a little late. They left about five minutes ago."

Aozawa, who was originally going home, turned and walked straight toward him, pushing open the door and entering the coffee shop while Amuro Tooru was on high alert.

"Give me a cup of coffee, extra sugar."

Aozawa glanced at Amuro Tooru, who hadn't swept the floor, and walked in. He then turned his head to look at the bartender behind the counter, his gaze fixed on the slovenly figure. "What's wrong with you?" he thought.

Recognizing Qingze's beard, he was surprised.

This Mr. Aozawa really doesn't get along with Mr. Amuro at all.

Amuro Tooru, who had originally intended to ask something, went out to sweep the floor again with a blank expression.

Qingze, carrying the packaged coffee, pushed open the coffee shop door with his foot.

With no one around, Aozawa walked by with his coffee, showing no intention of speaking to Amuro Tooru.

Amuro Tooru opened his mouth, but still couldn't resist asking a question.

"You and Fred...?"

Qingze stopped and glanced at him sideways.

"If you damage my reputation, I'll tell Lan that you're a pervert who hates someone because of unrequited love."

Amuro Tooru's hand gripping the broom tightened instantly, and he almost couldn't resist hitting Amuro in the face with the broom.

What about the face?

Does this person have no shame at all?!

He took a deep breath, ignoring the deliberately misleading and irritating remarks.

"You're incredibly narcissistic."

Qingze nodded seriously.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Take a deep breath. Take a deep breath.

If he gets really angry, then he'll get what he wants.

“I have to warn you, Fryward has her eye on Ran Mouri, and she won’t let this go.”

Hearing this, Qingze looked at him in surprise, then at the sun in the sky, "The sun has risen in the west, and you're actually being so kind as to remind me?"

Toru Amuro: "..."

"I did it for Ran Mouri!"

Qingze's expression suddenly became wary. "You wouldn't happen to like my girlfriend, would you?"

Toru Amuro: "..."

That's enough!

Destroy it!

He gripped the broom, turned, and walked away.

Seeing the man leave looking gloomy, Qingze chuckled, took a sip of coffee, and slowly walked back to his residence.

.....

The film crew was located in a mountainous area.

Vermouth's scenes were already filmed, but today I specially returned to the set to take time to film Xiaolan's first scene, which is of great significance to her life.

As soon as Ran Mouri got out of the car, she saw Vermouth.

"teacher!"

She ran over laughing, and Vermouth gave her a big hug.

"Our Xiaolan is getting more and more beautiful."

Because she was coming to the film set, Ran Mouri specially put on some light makeup today, including light-colored lipstick.

The young girl was youthful and beautiful, making her unforgettable.

Ran Mouri felt a little embarrassed by her praise.

The others who came with her greeted Vermouth, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, Vermouth led them into the film set.

The crew is currently filming a suspenseful romance movie.

The story revolves around the male protagonist, who returns to his remote hometown for some reason, only to learn that the girl he had a crush on in his youth died mysteriously five years ago. His long-buried feelings and doubts are stirred, and he embarks on a journey to uncover the truth of the past and traces of the deceased.

Vermouth plays the female lead in the film—a mysterious reporter who develops a complex relationship with the male lead after he returns to the town.

However, her role was not significant, and filming had already been completed.

The role she secured for Ran Mouri was the one that haunted the male protagonist's dreams, yet existed only in fragments of his memories—the "white moonlight" who passed away five years ago.

Although this character only appears in flashback scenes and has very little screen time, he is crucial and extremely challenging.

She had to use her eyes, demeanor, and temperament to create an unforgettable, clean, and pure image within her limited screen time.

This explains why the male protagonist's obsession persisted even after five years.

The director looked Ran Mouri up and down, his eyes full of undisguised criticism.

He stroked his chin, his tone revealing obvious distrust and a hint of irritation:

"Is this the girl you wanted to send to the film crew?"

Chapter 549 Superstar Lan, Starting Today!

The director glanced at Vermouth, who was calm and collected beside him, then turned his gaze back to Ran Mouri, his brows furrowed.

"A complete amateur who hasn't even auditioned and has no experience as a newcomer... Tell me, how can she possibly play the role of Kano Aoi well?"

"This character doesn't have many scenes, but every second of his performance is like a nail, nailed into the male lead's heart and also nailed into the audience's memory! If he messes up the performance, the soul of the whole movie will fall apart."

His questioning is reasonable.

In a professional production team, entrusting such a crucial yet difficult-to-control "white moonlight" role to a complete stranger with no experience is nothing short of a gamble.

If this big star didn't have enough influence, he would never have agreed!

However, he didn't refuse the big star's request; if this girl wasn't up to the task, someone else would immediately step in.

Vermouth smiled slightly, reached out and gently led Ran Mouri forward half a step, her tone calm and unhurried: "Don't rush to conclusions. This is my student, Ran Mouri."

He turned his head and whispered to Ran, "Ran, imagine a butterfly landing on your fingertip. You feel a little surprised and can't help but smile, but you're afraid of scaring it away."

Ran Mouri nodded, took a deep breath, lowered her eyes slightly, and when she raised them again, her entire demeanor had undergone a subtle change.

She didn't look at the director, nor at any specific props; her gaze seemed to transcend the noisy film set and land on a point in some empty space.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely from the window to her side, dancing on her long eyelashes.

She slowly raised her right hand, her fingers slightly up, as if an invisible butterfly had landed on her fingertips.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes following the non-existent creature with curiosity, joy, and a cautious tenderness.

Then, her lips curved upwards in a joyful arc with remarkable naturalness, the sunlight gilding her cheeks with a golden edge, and even the dust motes floating in the air seemed to quiet down.

The entire action took only a few seconds and involved no dialogue.

But the crew members who were occasionally spotted around the set all unconsciously stopped what they were doing.

It was an indescribable sense of immersion and conviction. The unadorned, ethereal aura she exuded, breathing in harmony with nature, instantly captured everyone's attention, including the director who had initially been very critical.

"Wow!" Sonoko exclaimed softly, her face full of excitement.

So beautiful!!!

She took out her phone and started snapping photos.

The director stared intently at Ran Mouri, his previously furrowed brows unconsciously relaxing.

"Good, you have potential. Join the crew, and I hope you won't disappoint on camera."

Ran Mouri nodded and followed the staff to get her makeup done and change clothes.

With Vermouth around, the film crew's trip went exceptionally smoothly, and Sonoko's initial worries about troublemakers or ostracism did not materialize.

She was a little disappointed that her original plan to show off and humiliate others in front of everyone hadn't come in handy.

She sent the photos she had taken earlier to Line and happily typed a line of text.

[The star orchid, starting today!]

Qingze appeared on set quietly, wearing a baseball cap, the shadow of which covered half of his face.

He stood to the side, quietly watching Ran Mouri under the camera.

At first, she was a little unaccustomed to the presence of the camera and didn't know how to position herself, but with Vermouth's hands-on guidance, she made rapid progress.

The director's previously furrowed brows completely relaxed, and he looked at Ran Mouri as if she were a precious gem.

As she gradually got into character, she seemed to truly become the character Kano Aoi in the play—clean, pure, and captivating.

Kogoro Mouri, with his sharp eyes, spotted a familiar figure on the outskirts of the crowd. He raised an eyebrow, picked up a cup of coffee from the film crew that he'd somehow gotten his hands on, and walked over.

"Hey kid, when did you sneak in here?"

Hearing the voice, Qingze turned around and greeted him politely, "Mr. Mori. I haven't been here long, I hope I haven't disturbed you?"

"Hmph, at least you've got the guts."

Kogoro Mouri took a sip of coffee, his gaze fixed on his radiant daughter. He unconsciously puffed out his chest, his pride and smugness almost overflowing.

"What do you think? Isn't Xiaolan beautiful? She shines just standing there, she's a natural-born star!"

Aozawa's gaze returned to Ran Mouri, and he nodded honestly.

"It's so beautiful, it makes me feel threatened."

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

But after laughing, his expression quickly turned serious again.

"If Xiaolan really goes down this path and stands in the spotlight, countless people will be watching her. The impact of a romantic relationship on an actress... I don't need to elaborate, right?"

He glanced at Qingze, his eyes sharpening.