Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

The earth trembled, and the sun-baked soil, scorching hot, exuded a scent only found in the height of summer.

Whether it was a hallucination from exhaustion or not, amidst the cicadas' chirping, Wen Shui seemed to see chilled watermelon, an old electric fan, and a beautiful girl in a sweat-soaked gymnastics uniform...

A peaceful smile appeared on his lips.

"Have some water." Xiaolan held a bottle of water and pressed it against her face.

The icy sensation roused the warm water from its dream; the beautiful girl in the gymnastics outfit was real.

He sat up and found Xiaolan sitting right next to him, a thin layer of sand clinging to the girl's alluring bare legs.

The scent of floral water mixed with sweat is very mild.

"Thank you."

Wen Shui took the salt-replenishing drink from Xiao Lan, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down two mouthfuls.

The salty and sweet flavors spread throughout my mouth.

Wen Shui felt much better, and the [Insight] skill began to have unexpected effects.

Having just finished the 1500-meter race in first place, Xiaolan was still covered in sweat, and through her sweat-soaked leotard, the outline of her underwear could be vaguely seen.

Xiaolan put the half-empty bottle of hydrating drink on the ground.

Then she lifted her hair with both hands.

The scattered sweat glistened in the sunlight.

"You don't have to be so stubborn. I understand your desire to show off, but you should also consider your own situation," Xiaolan said, tying her hair into a single ponytail as she looked at him with concern.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "It's okay. I just wanted to test my limits, but it seems I need to train harder."

Otherwise, if we encounter danger during the investigation, we won't be able to escape."

"Exercise needs to be done gradually, otherwise it's easy to strain your body," Xiaolan scolded. "Just wait until your legs hurt tomorrow."

As she spoke, she poked his thigh muscle with her slender fingertip.

A tingling, numbing sensation.

Warm Water: "It hurts so much."

"It won't be that fast. Your muscles should feel swollen by now." Xiaolan seemed to know a lot about this. "I have some medicated oil in my bag. I'll apply it for you later."

"Thank you for your help."

Just then, a younger female student sneaked up to Xiaolan and shoved something into her hand: "Senior Mouri, this is for you."

"Oh, then I won't be polite." Xiaolan smiled, then guiltily hid the things behind her back.

The junior got up and moved toward another target.

Wen Shui's expression was unfriendly: "You won?"

"Speaking of which, it's really hot today." Xiaolan looked up at the clear blue sky while fanning herself with her hand by grabbing the collar of her leotard.

Wen Shui pressed on, "You bet I'd lose, right?"

"N-no, no." Xiaolan's eyes darted around as she leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on the ground. "I trust Wen Shui-kun a lot."

"So what's the deal with that coffee shop voucher you have?"

Xiaolan was only wearing a gymnastics uniform, which had no pockets to put anything in. She couldn't just stuff the vouchers into the valley in front of everyone like she did with the dinosaur wallet before.

So she said dejectedly, "Okay, okay, I'll just use these coupons I won to treat you to some snacks after school."

"The main point is that you don't even trust me," Wen Shui said, dissatisfied.

Xiaolan's eyes widened, and she said very seriously, "I won so many prizes because I believed in Wen Shui Jun's abilities."

After staring into the girl's big, watery eyes for a few seconds, Wen Shui quickly gave in.

He is now even more determined to improve his physical fitness.

Not only could he not beat the bad kids in his class, but he was also used as a tool for betting by the girls, which was a disgrace to the time traveler.

"Hey, you two, watch your image!" Sonoko Suzuki suddenly reminded me.

Wen Shui then realized that when he was forcing Xiao Lan earlier, he had accidentally gotten too close, and their current position looked a bit like a villain forcing a respectable woman in a movie.

Xiao Lan's fair cheeks were tinged with cherry blossom color. She stood up in a panic and brushed off the sand that was stuck to her thighs.

Some sand fell onto Wen Shui's face, who was sitting on the ground, due to gravity.

"Ptooey, ptooey!" Wen Shui spat. "You'd better keep an eye on things."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Xiao Lan quickly lowered her head and apologized. The beautiful view from the neckline of her gymnastics uniform calmed Wen Shui's anger considerably.

Sonoko Suzuki looked at the two of them suspiciously: "What were you two doing just now?"

Xiaolan blushed and retorted, "I won a coffee shop voucher in a bet, and Wen Shui-jun praised me for having good taste."

Please do not arbitrarily distort the truth.

"Really?" Sonoko Suzuki's eyes lit up.

Then she pulled out more prizes from behind her back, including discount coupons, limited edition figurines, Kamen Rider cards, and sample perfumes...

Sonoko Suzuki smiled smugly, "Speaking of trust in Nuku-kun, I am..."

Wen Shui raised her hand: "Mr. Nohara, I'm reporting someone here who brought things that aren't needed for PE class."

Sonoko Suzuki froze on the spot.

Chapter 8 Two Medieval Armored Knights

After physical education class, we had another boring math class, and finally it was time to go home.

Students in this world usually finish school around 2 PM.

Afterwards, some members of the club would participate in club activities or choose to work part-time at places like convenience stores. Others from the "Homecoming Club" would simply choose to go home and spend their time playing bishoujo games.

Wen Shui and Shu did not join any clubs; they previously worked part-time at convenience stores.

After transmigrating, Wen Shui asked the convenience store manager for leave, citing physical discomfort, and spent the last few days testing the system's data collection methods.

The situation has basically stabilized now, and he is hesitating about whether to continue working part-time.

Working might make life a little easier, but it could affect the progress of gathering materials, so it feels like a loss.

Wen Shui changed her indoor shoes at the shoe cabinet and then walked towards the direction of Xiao Lan's shoe cabinet, which she remembered.

Then I saw Xiaolan leaning against the shoe cabinet putting on her shoes, while talking to a quiet girl.

Upon closer inspection, Wen Shui realized that it was the mushroom-haired girl who had been giving him meaningful glances by the window that morning.

The girl with the mushroom haircut was changing her shoes so that she was facing him.

Upon seeing him, the girl quickened her pace, hurriedly put on her shoes, grabbed her schoolbag, said something to Xiaolan, and left.

Xiaolan raised her hand to say goodbye and watched the other person leave, her expression somewhat annoyed.

Wen Shui walked over and asked, "What happened?"

Xiaolan was startled and clutched her chest, saying, "Don't you make any noise when you walk? You scared me!"

Wen Shui asked suspiciously, "You didn't use me to make another bet, did you?"

"No, that's not it." Ran leaned against the shoe cabinet while putting on her shoes. "Sonoko said she's going to the tennis club. Let's wait for her at the entrance."

"Okay, it's still early anyway." Wen Shui nodded.

"Oh, right, lift your leg up," Xiaolan suddenly said.

"It's all fine now, no need to check anymore." Wen Shui had just applied the medicated oil that Xiao Lan gave him, saying it would make the muscles less sore the next day after overexertion.

However, he still obediently lifted his leg.

Then Xiaolan took her other foot out of the white indoor shoe, and her soft little foot, encased in black over-the-knee socks, gently stepped on his thigh.

"The socks are a little crooked, let me adjust them," Xiaolan explained.

This guy actually used him as a footrest, that's so outrageous.

However, Wen Shui noticed that Xiao Lan's eyes were clear, as if it was simply because there was no convenient place to get a foothold nearby.

"If people see this, it will cause misunderstandings," Wen Shui couldn't help but remind her.

"Huh? Why?" Xiaolan looked up, puzzled for a few seconds, then grinned mischievously, "Hey, Wen Shui-kun, does my leg make you think of things that are easily misunderstood?"

"How could that be?" Wen Shui retorted.

His consciousness involuntarily began to feel the softness of her small soles.

Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in front of the shoe cabinet.

Sonoko Suzuki rushed over, panting, and said, "Why are you two so slow?"

"I'm changing my shoes. I just chatted with Misato-chan for a bit." Ran quickly distanced herself from Onami.

Then, because he used too much force, he bumped into the shoe cabinet and rubbed the back of his head with teary eyes.

Wen Shui had already pulled her leg back and gently dusted off the spot where she had been stepped on.

This action also drew a slight expression of dissatisfaction from Xiaolan.

Sonoko Suzuki: "That's too slow! I've already been to the tennis club and come back. That Matsumoto guy..."

"Aaaaaah!" Ran suddenly waved her hands, making a huge noise that drowned out what Sonoko Suzuki was about to say. "Let's put the tennis club stuff aside for now. Our goal today is to investigate the art museum."

Sonoko Suzuki nodded with a complicated expression.

Wen Shui looked at the two of them with suspicion, and had a vague guess in his mind, but he didn't ask any more questions.

After changing their shoes, Onami and his group left Teitan and headed towards the Beika Art Museum.

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at the same time.

Takashi Matsumoto and his two loyal subordinates were peering out of the window of the chemistry lab corridor, watching the three men, including Nukumizu, disappear from sight.

"Takashi, are we just going to let him go like this?" the fat man asked.