Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Xiaolan draped her school uniform jacket over the back of the stool, sitting upright. Through the slightly sheer fabric of her white shirt, one could vaguely see a slightly darker horizontal stripe on her slender back.

Because it's pure white, it's not very noticeable.

But it still exudes a youthful vibe.

Wen Shui also noticed that Xiao Lan's expression was very serious. She was listening to the explanation very attentively and taking notes more carefully than anyone else around her.

You wouldn't guess at all that he was a poor student whose monthly exam scores were among the lowest.

Wen Shui looked curiously at the eldest daughter of the Suzuki family and found that Suzuki Sonoko, who was sitting in the last row, had her thick textbooks propped up on the table and was fast asleep behind them.

My mouth was watering all over the table.

Indeed, people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

Some people may not seem very bright, but they are born with wealth that others can only dream of, allowing them to squander their youth.

Some people study with all their might but can only get average grades and end up becoming housewives.

Some people have been burdened with debts exceeding one billion yuan after eating just a sandwich.

Thinking of this, Wen Shui's mood became slightly unpleasant, so he looked out the window and tried to change his mood.

Sitting in the second-to-last row, by the window, in the "main seat" was a girl who looked rather quiet.

She had a mushroom haircut and wore an old-fashioned hair clip as she took notes in her notebook.

Wen Shui's gaze passed over the girl's head and looked at the playground, which was directly exposed to the summer sun.

Because of the angle, he could only see half of the playground.

The track and field team members, wearing practice vests, would appear in Wenshui's sight every 3 minutes.

Everyone wore determined expressions as they worked up a sweat in the sweltering heat.

After counting three times in a row, Wen Shui waited for four and a half minutes on the fourth time before the members of the track and field team finally appeared.

In other words, their speed has slowed down.

Sure enough, Mr. Nohara's stern voice immediately echoed across the playground: "Too slow! You're slowing down at this temperature? How are you going to win a national competition? Show some backbone!"

The track and field team members in sight immediately accelerated.

But Wen Shui keenly observed that the perseverance that most people saw had disappeared.

It seems that the perseverance of students this age can only last for about ten minutes at most.

However, this actually made the warm water feel a bit more welcoming.

This is the attitude young people should have, and it made him feel more deeply that he had truly returned to that age when he had unlimited possibilities.

Wen Shui raised her head and looked at the boundless blue sky.

Warm sunlight streamed down from the clouds, cicadas chirped incessantly, and the sounds of sweat pouring down on the playground and the rustling of pens writing furiously in the classrooms combined to create a symphony called youth.

By the way, Sonoko Suzuki in the last row has started talking in her sleep.

Just as Wen Shui was immersed in this relaxing atmosphere, the mushroom-headed girl in his field of vision suddenly put down her pen and frantically winked at him.

Wen Shui followed the other person's gaze.

The history teacher with the powerful hairstyle appeared in front of the desk without anyone noticing.

The history teacher, with a cold face, asked, "Wen Shui, may I ask which period of time I was referring to?"

Wen Shui stood up, scratched his head, and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I forgot."

"Hmph, I thought you'd answer 'women's skirts,'" the history teacher sneered.

A burst of laughter immediately filled the classroom.

The girl with the mushroom haircut blushed and frantically wrote bad things about her history teacher in her notebook.

Judging from everyone's nonchalant expressions, the original owner, Wen Shui, and Shu must have encountered this kind of thing frequently.

However, Wen Shui had only been here for three days and this was her first time experiencing such "treatment," so she was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Where Wen Shui couldn't see, Xiao Lan switched the notebook in her hand with the one in her schoolbag, then slammed her hand on the table:

"Phew, it's finally finished!"

Everyone's attention then turned to Xiaolan.

Xiaolan blushed and covered her face with her arm on the desk, but the anime characters on the notebook were still visible.

Her reaction was like someone secretly drawing in class and then accidentally getting too absorbed in it.

The history teacher's expression grew even uglier: "Mouri, take your drawing and stand by the door."

"sorry."

Xiaolan apologized while holding her laptop.

Just as she reached the door, she suddenly turned around, waved her little fist at the warm water, and mouthed, "Go for it! I support you!"

Wen Shui didn't understand what Xiao Lan meant before she pushed open the door and went outside to stand as punishment.

Moreover, he clearly remembered the contents of Xiaolan's notebook just now; it was all class notes.

The history teacher tapped on the desk and said sternly, "Stop laughing, everyone!!"

The classroom fell silent instantly.

Even those guys who looked like delinquents sat up straight obediently.

It seems that although this is Conan's world, at least in Teitan, the school still holds considerable power.

This also explains why, despite the immense power of the Suzuki Foundation, Sonoko Suzuki was still very afraid of the physical education teacher and the disciplinary committee member.

Moreover, Wen Shui remembered that Teitan seemed to have quite a few sons of councilors and presidents of large corporations.

But it seems like I've never heard of anyone daring to rely on their family's power and disregard the school.

Is that why the Suzuki family sent Sonoko to school here?

"Everyone, pay attention! Those who did poorly on this month's exam might be banned from participating in club activities," the history teacher said sternly.

Then he paused, not forgetting to add, "Also, Suzuki, wipe your drool clean. Take your desecrated textbook to the door and memorize everything we learned today."

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly woke up, wiped her drool, and looked around blankly: "Huh? What pork cutlet rice?"

The classroom, which had just quieted down, suddenly erupted into laughter again.

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During lunch break.

In the empty classroom, only a few students who didn't like to move stayed in their seats to rest.

Wen Shui was called to a seat by the window in the back row by Xiao Lan to discuss their investigation at the art museum that evening.

Sonoko Suzuki, who had been punished by standing for half a class period, sat at her desk with an unfriendly expression.

This was certainly not because she was being punished by standing, but because she already knew that Xiaolan had chosen to sign a contract with Wenshui.

Ran: "Don't be like that, Sonoko. It's okay if the three of us investigate together."

“But Holmes only has Watson as his assistant.” Sonoko Suzuki seemed to take this matter very seriously.

"That's fiction. In reality, the more people, the better, right? Besides, Wen Shui-jun is quite amazing too."

As Xiaolan spoke, she pushed the warm water in front of Suzuki Sonoko as if she were selling a product.

Bathed in sunlight, Sonoko Suzuki exuded the scent of freshly aired quilts.

Because she plays tennis frequently, Sonoko Suzuki's long, beautiful legs have been tanned to a healthy wheat color. Through the hem of her short skirt, you can vaguely see the upper part of her thighs, where her skin has turned a distinct milky white.

The visual effect of half chocolate and half milk looks a bit astringent.

It makes you want to poke your finger in it and stir it.

Let's also test the fineness.

So, is the logic of 2D and 3D completely different?

Even Sonoko Suzuki has the ability to make ordinary boys blush and their hearts race in real life.

But Wen Shui is no ordinary guy; he's a terrifying figure who owes the Black Organization 1 billion yuan, so his expression is relatively calm.

Xiaolan said with a smile, "And Wen Shui Jun is really amazing. He... uh, he actually managed to muster up the courage to write a novel despite being so bad at Chinese literature."

Your introduction only makes me seem more unreliable.

Sure enough, Sonoko Suzuki crossed her arms and scrutinized him: "I still don't think he's up to the task of playing Watson. Will making models help solve the case?"

“I already told you I’m not from the model club,” Wen Shui suddenly became aggressive. “And speaking of which, who knows, maybe I’m the real Sherlock Holmes.”

Anyway, they'll be in the limelight from solving cases in the future.

It's better to show some of these ideas first, so as to avoid arousing suspicion later.

Moreover, the idea of ​​an introverted and withdrawn boy suddenly awakening and becoming a popular, outgoing person has been documented in light novels.

Xiaolan looked at Wen Shui in surprise, then smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "That's right, it's that indomitable spirit, Wen Shui-kun, I support you!"

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly said, "Then let's have a contest using the art museum's moving armor!"

"Let's settle this once and for all?"

“That’s right. If you can’t show your strength, then you have to…” Sonoko Suzuki initially seemed to want to say that she was leaving the detective team, but after glancing at Ran’s expression, she changed her mind and said, “You have to choose a character other than Sherlock Holmes and Watson as your main character.”

Still playing your favorite character?

Wen Shui has the feeling of playing house with a rich girl.

Sonoko Suzuki seemed to think that this last-minute bet was a bit too childish, and added, "How about we increase the stakes? The loser has to treat the other to lunch for a week."

Before Wen Shui could speak, Xiao Lan immediately stood up to defend him: "No, Wen Shui's family isn't well-off, and he has to work two jobs."

Please don't announce my family's poverty so loudly.

Wen Shui noticed that the students resting in the classroom immediately cast pitying glances at him.

Only the boy sitting at the classroom door, holding a copy of "After Being Confessed to by the Student Council President and a Delinquent Girl at the Same Time, the Teacher Called Me to the Office," looked at him with jealous eyes.

After a moment's thought, Sonoko Suzuki slowly said, "How about this, the loser will have to take on relatively heavier tasks in the future investigation, such as carrying bags and equipment."

Xiaolan: "Warm Water Guy, what do you think?"