Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 597: I was born before you, and you were born when I was old! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"Hello, seniors!"

After taking a deep look at Yumi Horikoshi, who seemed to have just helped Mouri Ran out of trouble unintentionally, Bai Ye's eyes flashed with a strange look.

Perhaps others would think that Yumi Horikoshi really thinks Conan is cute, which is why she spoke at this time, but he would not think so after seeing the subtle eye contact between his girlfriend and Yumi Horikoshi just now.

In his opinion, Yumi Horikoshi clearly noticed something strange about Ran Mouri and deliberately changed the subject to avoid further escalation of embarrassment.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the tragic end of this great beauty in the original novel, Bai Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and made a decision in his heart.

He decided to see if he could have a chance to save this woman whose beauty could be ranked among the top among the many beauties in "Detective Conan".

But even though he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, he still maintained a polite and gentle smile on his face, nodded slightly, and responded politely, "I am Xiaolan's good friend, Aozaki Byakuya, you can just call me Byakuya."

"So you're Xiaolan's friend!"

A hint of amusement flashed across Yumi Horikoshi's eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She looked Bai Ye up and down, her eyes full of inquiry, and said softly: "No wonder he looks so handsome, with such an extraordinary temperament."

Just good friends? Why does she not believe it?
You know, the intimacy that was revealed unintentionally between the two, the occasional tacit glances, and those subconscious expressions of concern, have clearly crossed the boundaries of ordinary friendship.

Even if they are not inseparable lovers at the moment, they probably have mutual affection for each other, and all they need is a brave opportunity to break through the ambiguous window paper.

But then again, this young man's appearance and temperament are really outstanding. His face is as handsome as an ancient Greek sculpture, his figure is as tall and straight as a pine tree, and his temperament is even more extraordinary. No matter where he is, he is the focus of everyone's attention.

It is no wonder that Xiaolan, such a simple, cute and innocent girl, would fall deeply in love with him and secretly fall in love with him.

If it were her, at Xiaolan's young age, facing such an outstanding and charming boy, she would probably not be able to help but be moved and unable to suppress her emotions.

Even if time could go back to the past, she might really put aside all her worries without hesitation, bravely pursue this heart-throb, and rush towards a romantic love.

It's a pity that time is merciless. Now she is no longer young and her former glory has quietly faded away. Time has left deep or shallow marks on her face. What's more, she is Xiaolan's elder, and there is such an insurmountable identity barrier between them.

Even if time could really go back to those beautiful days of youth, she would be embarrassed to compete with her beloved younger generation for the person he loves!

I have to say, I was born before you, and you were born when I was old. This is really the biggest regret in my life!
Thinking of this, she sighed softly, and the smile in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sense of loss and indescribable sadness...

The tall and thin man also looked Bai Ye up and down with great interest, his eyes full of admiration, nodding his head repeatedly, and his tone was affirmative: "He is indeed outstanding, and you can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person."

At the very least, among the people he knew, there was no one who could compare with this young man.

Not even one!

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something important. The corners of his mouth lifted up, revealing a confident and hearty smile: "Come to think of it, we haven't introduced ourselves properly yet, and you may not know us well yet. Well, let me start first!"

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest slightly, and with the unique boldness of a judo master, he spoke in a clear and melodious voice: "I am the master of the Beika University Judo Club, Ayashiro Yukio. Please give me your guidance, both of you!"

After saying this, he turned to look at the fat man with glasses next to him and gestured, "This is also a member of our Judo Club, Omura Jun. He has a straightforward personality and is a very capable person."

The fat man with glasses, Atsushi Omura, smiled generously, showing his white teeth, with a proud expression on his face, "I am Atsushi Omura, the top fighter of the Judo Club. I am the scoring champion that everyone is talking about. Please give me your guidance."

As he spoke, he patted his round belly, full of confidence.

Yumi Horikoshi blinked her right eye, playful and cute, like a lively elf, "I am the beautiful club leader of the Judo Club - Yumi Horikoshi."

After saying that, she shook her long, shiny black hair and smiled as brightly as a flower blooming in spring, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The woman with glasses, while hugging the arm of the tall and thin man named Ayashiro Yukio, introduced herself with a happy smile on her face, like a beautiful rose nourished by love: "I am also a club leader and an idol of the judo club. My former name was Miyahara Noriko."

She snuggled up to Ayashiro Yukio, looking like a little bird, full of sweetness and happiness, "But now I'm married to him, so my name is Ayashiro Noriko."

Finally, the bald man stepped forward with steady and powerful steps. He stood up straight like a pine tree and had a strong aura. “I am the leader of the club and the spiritual pillar of the judo club, Nakamichi Kazushi. I am currently a policeman in Chiba Prefecture.”

At this point, he paused for a moment, stretched out his finger, pointed it squarely at Maori Kogoro, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes and a slightly mocking tone: "Of course, I'm different from this guy. I won't quit being a policeman halfway through."

"Big mouth..."

When Kogoro Mori heard this, an expression of dissatisfaction instantly appeared on his face. He pouted his lips and muttered softly. He looked like a sulky child, which made people laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone burst into laughter immediately, and the laughter echoed in the air, as if it was going to break through this small space.

Conan laughed dryly and thought to himself, they are all the captains or idols of the judo club. But they all look so young, they don't look like they are almost 40 years old.

Well, compared with a certain old man who either holds a bottle of wine or is addicted to horse racing all day long, there is a world of difference.

If they hadn't claimed to be classmates, he would almost have thought that they were not of the same generation, but juniors of this guy Mouri Kogoro.

Maori Kogoro had no idea that Conan was secretly complaining to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of uncontrollable pride on his face, his nose almost pointed to the sky, and snorted: "Besides that, everyone calls me the legendary 'Sanshiro' of Beika University, a famous detective."

Ayashiro Yukio smiled, stretched out his hand, and patted Maori Kogoro's shoulder heavily. His laughter was so hearty that the air around him trembled a few times: "Haha, Kogoro, you still haven't changed your habit of bragging at all."

A famous detective?

Well, he had to admit that his old classmate had indeed become very famous recently, but looking back on the past, his resume was as bland as boiled water, really unremarkable and not worth mentioning.

Anyway, after graduating from college, he had never heard of his old classmate solving any major cases, let alone becoming a famous detective!
Omura Jun also joined in the fun, shouting at the top of his voice: "That's right, but Kogoro, since you are now a famous detective, you must have solved many major cases, so tell us about it."

Although he had read a lot about the deeds of the famous detective Mouri Kogoro in newspapers and news, those cold texts and images on TV and in newspapers were not as vivid and authentic as the one told by the person himself.

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Ayashiro Yukio, but even Ayashiro Noriko and Nakamichi Kazushi could not help but turn their eyes to Mori Kogoro.

The eyes of several people instantly focused on Kogoro Mouri like a spotlight, and everyone's expression was filled with anticipation.

Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Kogoro Mori's chest suddenly puffed out even higher. He immediately cleared his throat and put on an attitude of confidence. In his head he had already started to think about those "glorious achievements" that he had exaggerated and was ready to talk about them eloquently.

"Hey, what is that?"

However, at this moment, Yumi Horikoshi beside him seemed to have discovered a new world. Her surprised voice interrupted the long speech that Maori Kogoro was about to start, "Could it be a photo of us in college?"

Noticing Horikoshi Yumi's gaze, Ayashiro Noriko smiled gently and replied softly, "Yes, this album contains all our old photos. I brought it here specially because I want everyone to relive the good memories of the past."

Having his "performance" interrupted, Maori Kogoro was so anxious that he jumped up and down, shouting at the top of his voice: "Hey! Hey! Hey! Are you guys listening to me? I haven't told this wonderful detective story yet!"

However, no one paid any attention to him. His daughter, Mao Lilan, had an expectant light in her eyes and came over impatiently. "Excuse me, can you let me take a look? I really want to see what my father and his friends looked like when they were young."

Ayashiro Noriko smiled slightly, her eyes full of doting, and said gently: "Of course, Xiaolan."

"Thank you Auntie Jiko!"

Mao Lilan sat on the chair and carefully opened the photo album in her hand.

The crowd gathered around like a tide, heads pressed together, all wanting to take a glimpse of the youthful years that were sealed in the photo.

In the photo, a group of people are celebrating happily. Everyone makes a victory gesture to the camera with a bright smile on their face.

Among them are the young and handsome Kogoro Mori, the high-spirited Yukio Ayashiro, the calm and introverted Kazushi Nakamichi and others. In the front of the photo, there is a fat man wearing glasses holding a trophy in his hand. The pride on his face is almost overflowing, and that pride seems to be telling of the past glory.

It was the young Atsushi Omura.

Yumi Horikoshi pointed at the photo with her slender finger and said, "This one was taken when we won the Kyoto tournament. Everyone was so happy that day!"

Recalling the past, her eyes were full of nostalgia, "We put in so much sweat and effort for this victory, but it's all worth it."

Nakamichi Kazushi nodded, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes, and he slowly said, "Yes, I still remember this picture. The scene of that day seems to have happened just yesterday. We worked together to overcome all obstacles and finally stood on the highest podium. I will never forget that joy and sense of accomplishment."

Omura Jun was filled with emotion and couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, back then everyone was so young and full of vigor. Looking at it now, time is really a ruthless butcher knife! Youth is gone forever, leaving only these precious memories."

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by the photo and no one was paying attention to him, Maori Kogoro felt unhappy and sighed, then moved closer to him. Because, in fact, not only everyone, but even he was full of nostalgia for the good old days, "By the way, Kazushi and Yumi seemed to have been dating at that time?"

Hearing this, Yumi Horikoshi and Kazushi Nakamichi, who were the parties involved, were stunned, and their expressions instantly became extremely subtle. They looked at each other unnaturally, and there seemed to be a lingering complex of emotions from the past in their eyes. There was nostalgia, emotion, and a hint of indescribable regret and sadness.

Ayashiro Yukio looked at the scene and a mischievous smile instantly appeared on his face. There was a hint of mockery in that smile, and he joked, "You're right. At that time, there were two people who were very sad, like our Ah Chun! Ah Chun sighed a lot because of this matter at that time. I remember them all."

When Omura Jun heard this, his face suddenly turned red, like a ripe tomato, and the red spread all the way to his ears. He scratched his head in embarrassment, trying to hide his embarrassment, and retorted unyieldingly: "How dare you say that to me? Why don't you admit that the other person is you?"

At this point, he suddenly paused, his eyes instantly filled with memories of the past, those youthful and beautiful times, like an overturned paint box, colorfully appeared before his eyes. His eyes were a little blurry, as if he saw through the scene in front of him, the afternoon many years ago when the sun was shining on the judo club, "Back then, you also had Yumi in your eyes and heart. Every time she appeared, your eyes seemed to be glued to her."

What about him? Was he the only one who was sad and upset because of the relationship between Horikoshi Yumi and Nakamichi Kazushi?
Didn't someone cry so hard that his heart was broken? His face was filled with bitterness and helplessness. Anyone who saw him would know that he was deeply in love, trapped by love, and unable to extricate himself...

(End of this chapter)