Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

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The hot spring water here is of very good quality, and the misty environment is also very atmospheric.

"By the way, Conan, do you have someone you like?" Wen Shui asked, soaking in the hot spring and looking at Conan, who was blushing beside her.

Conan shuddered: "I'm a kid, isn't it too early to talk about those kinds of topics?"

"I see." Wen Shui nodded.

Conan: "So, Wen Shui-nii, do you have someone you like?"

"No."

"Nobody would believe that," Conan couldn't help but think to himself.

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I soaked in the men's bath with Conan for an hour. During that time, Uncle Mori and a few of his classmates also came in and soaked for a while. They even chatted with Wenshui about his experience solving cases.

However, Conan soon complained that he couldn't take it anymore.

So the two of them had to leave the hot spring early and then go to the vending machine to buy milk.

I don't really understand why people here like to drink milk after taking a bath, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do, so I'll just consider it a way to get some nutrition.

Besides drinking milk, playing ping-pong after a bath is also an essential part of the hot spring trip here.

Wen Shui and his group came out of the hot spring early and arrived at the hotel's ping-pong game room even earlier.

Only Ran and Eri were sitting there resting.

Since Eri Kisaki is an elder and Conan is too young, Nukumizu had no choice but to select Ran as her opponent.

The two approached the ping-pong table. Xiaolan, holding her paddle, suddenly grinned mischievously and said, "The loser has to grant the other person a request."

"Huh? We actually have to make a bet?" Wen Shui asked in surprise.

Xiaolan: "Do you dare?"

"Come on then, but don't regret it later." Wen Shui gave Xiao Lan a knowing smile.

His smile made Xiaolan feel a little uneasy, thinking about the possible punishment if she lost. However, the results of her special training at school should be useful, right?

Xiaolan took a deep breath, and her expression unconsciously became more serious.

However, Xiaolan's ball skills are not particularly strong, and Wenshui is only good at playing around with it. Both of them are quite bad, but they still managed to play back and forth.

However, Wen Shui was soon attracted to the other two balls on the other side of the ping-pong table.

There was no way around it; Xiaolan's face was flushed after taking a shower, her slender black hair swayed back and forth with her movements while playing ball, and glistening beads of sweat danced in the air like a mesmerizing diamond rain.

Of course, the most important thing is that when she plays ping-pong, the magnificent figure under her yukata moves back and forth.

The snow-white collar, covered with fine beads of sweat, shimmered with a dazzling, jewel-like luster.

It makes one feel an inexplicable urge to taste the gemstone to see if it's sweet or salty.

As he was thinking, a dark shadow suddenly rushed towards him.

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

Wen Shui rubbed his forehead with his hands. It turned out that Xiao Lan had taken advantage of his distraction and hit him on the forehead with a powerful shot.

"Hmph, this is punishment for your lack of focus," Xiaolan snorted.

Wen Shui looked wronged: "Nonsense, I was clearly focused on watching the ball."

"Hmph, you little rascal." Xiaolan said with a tense face, swinging her racket. "Let's go again, but the score difference is already huge. If you continue to be careless, you're probably going to lose."

Warm Water: "Bring it on!"

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in the audience.

Uncle Mori, who had just returned from the hot spring, was furious: "What is that kid looking at? Damn it, I'm going to teach him a lesson."

Eri, standing next to him, said, "Calm down! There are so many people here. Do you want to be laughed at?"

Kogoro Mouri looked at Eri Kisaki in surprise: "What exactly do you mean? Aren't you worried that they might do something rash?"

Eri pushed up her glasses: "Your method won't stop us. Have you forgotten what happened when we were young?"

Uncle Mori recalled his youth, then blushed and remained silent.

Not long after, after Xiaolan delivered the decisive blow to Wen Shui, Fei Yingli stood up from her seat: "Alright, let's go upstairs and play for a while."

Eri Kisaki walked over and took Ran's racket.

Uncle Mori walked over with a displeased look and took the racket from Wen Shui's hand.

Wen Shui whispered, "Uncle, keep it up! This is a great opportunity to make up. It's okay to go easy on him a little."

"Stop babbling, I don't need you to teach me." Uncle Mori said, looking annoyed. "And you better behave yourself around Ran from now on... Ouch, that hurts!"

A ping-pong ball hit Uncle Mori squarely on the forehead.

"Score!"

Eri Kisaki happily swung her racket, a bright smile spreading across her fair, girlish face.

At this moment, she really looked like a younger version of Xiaolan. Time seemed to have left no trace on her; instead, it added a touch of mature and steady charm to her.

The light from the window shone through the glass onto her delicate hair and fair shoulders…

"Ah, it hurts!"

Before Wen Shui could even process what was happening, Xiao Lan grabbed her ear and dragged her into the audience.

"What kind of look was that just now?" Xiaolan crossed her arms and looked at him with displeasure.

Wen Shui explained, "Sorry, Yingli's action just now was so similar to yours that I got distracted."

Xiaolan trembled and her eyes widened: "What...what are you saying? Why do I get so fascinated when someone looks like me?"

"Because you look good when you smile too," Wen Shui said bluntly.

She suppressed her embarrassment and said coldly, "Don't think you can get away with this so easily. As punishment for your rudeness just now, you'll have to cut my nails."

The lukewarm water was startled.

He looked around and found that everyone had come out of the hot spring and was playing ping-pong at the tables in the activity hall.

Besides them, the closest people to them are Uncle Mori and Eri Kisaki, who are Ran's parents.

Is this where you trim Xiaolan's nails?

Wen Shui looked troubled: "Isn't this a bad idea? How about we go back to our room tonight?"

Xiaolan revealed a mischievous smile and placed her long, shapely legs directly on Wen Shui's legs: "You lost just now, and you have to honor your bet, Wen Shui-kun."

Wen Shui gazed at the girl's fair and delicate bare feet and fell into deep thought.

Chapter 132 Xiaolan's nails taste like potato chips?

The warm water team hasn't figured out a solution yet.

Xiaolan pulled out a nail clipper from somewhere and shoved it into his hand.

Wen Shui exclaimed in surprise, "You even prepared this? Did you plan this all along?"

A hint of shyness flashed in Xiaolan's eyes, but her expression remained that of a victor: "I usually bring it with me when I take a shower, to trim it while I'm at it, and it's easy to trim it after it gets soft from being soaked in water."

A very reasonable explanation.

However, Wen Shui still felt that this claim was not very reliable.

He vaguely remembered hearing Sonoko Suzuki mention that Ran's ping-pong skills weren't particularly impressive, but the skill she displayed just now was definitely much better than that of an amateur.

I have a feeling that Xiaolan has been preparing for today's plan for a long time.

Is your purpose to get him to help you trim your nails?

"Hurry up, while it's still soft, it'll be harder to handle later," Xiaolan urged.

Wen Shui deliberately poked the girl's calf with her fingertip. The soft and bouncy texture was like a crystal clear jelly, and her finger easily sank into it: "But it's too soft, I can't bring myself to touch it."

Xiaolan crossed her arms and looked at him speechlessly:

"Hehe, what a lame joke."

Looking around, Wen Shui noticed that everyone was enjoying the recreational activities after soaking in the hot spring.

The couple were playing pool back and forth at the table furthest from them, going at it hand to hand.

Another combination left Wen Shui speechless.

The murderer, Nakamichi, and the victim, Horikoshi Yumi, were a team. The two not only played together very enthusiastically, but also occasionally showed ambiguous reactions that went beyond the boundaries of ordinary friends.

If Wen Shui hadn't read the original novel...

It's really hard to imagine that this bald man is going to kill his opponent.

Uncle Mori and Eri Kisaki were also fighting back and forth. Because Kogoro Mori had his back to them, he was unaware of Nuku and Ran's little tricks.

Eri Kisaki did see what was happening, but it seemed she had no intention of stopping the two of them.

In addition, Wen Shui discovered that Conan had disappeared somewhere.

After confirming that no one else was paying attention, Wen Shui focused her attention on Xiao Lan's fair little feet.

Unlike before, after soaking in the hot spring, Xiaolan's soft little feet appeared even more translucent, with a few cute wrinkles on her pink soles, delicate and dainty toes, and skin as smooth as silk.

It makes you want to handle it carefully.

And now he also has the legal right to play with it.

However, Xiaolan's nails are actually not very long; it seems like they're in a state where they could be cut or left uncut.

Wenshui: "How about trying red nail polish? I think it would suit you perfectly."

Wen Shui glanced at Eri's feet out of the corner of her eye and noticed that she had bright red nail polish on her toenails, which looked quite nice.

"You still have ill intentions towards my mother after all. Take this!" Xiao Lan used her bare, white foot, which was resting on the warm water's lap, as a weapon and struck him directly in the abdomen.

Although the force was very light.