Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Wen Shui: "I heard it from someone else."

"Is it Yumi?" Sato Miwako sighed. "Yumi is really something, always spreading my secrets everywhere. I'll teach her a lesson when I get back."

He touched his nose with warm water.

It's better to play dumb in these situations; the more you explain, the harder it becomes to clarify.

After guessing the "answer," Sato Miwako stirred the noodles in her bowl with her chopsticks: "You really want to try?"

"I'm not really keen to try it, it's just... I'm just a little curious."

Wen Shui never expected that he would also be influenced by Mei Hezi, and he actually felt the excitement and unease of confessing his feelings to a girl for the first time.

Sato Miwako suddenly lowered her head: "If you're curious, I can let you sleep with me and see, but my mom can't find out, otherwise she'll drive me crazy."

"Huh? Can we sleep on it?" Wen Shui exclaimed in surprise.

Sato Miwako looked up, her face full of surprise: "Isn't that what you meant?"

Warm Water: "I just wanted to press it with my hand to see if the softness matched the rumors."

Sato Miwako's face darkened: "Okay, I misunderstood. I'll take you to get a massage later."

Warm Water: "Didn't you just say I could take a nap?"

"Alright, alright, I'll let you take a nap then, but only when my mom isn't home," Sato Miwako added again.

Wen Shui smiled and nodded: "Of course, if Mrs. Sato saw the two of us lying in bed, she would definitely go crazy, right?"

Miwako Sato paused in mid-air with the chopsticks she was using to pick up ramen noodles.

"Wait a minute, I never said I wanted to lie in bed with you." Miwako's eyes widened.

Warm Water: "Huh? Isn't that right?"

"Of course not, who would sleep in the same bed with you?" Sato Miwako angrily finished her noodles, as if she were chewing on a part of Numi's body. "You're still a long way from that, Numi-kun."

"There's a progress bar?" Wen Shui exclaimed in surprise. "How far am I from the finish line?"

"Secret."

Seeing the surprised expression on Wen Shui's face, Sato Miwako smiled like a child.

Just then, her phone, which was on the table, rang.

Sato Miwako picked it up and saw that it was Miyamoto Yumi, who had "secretly told the secret to Numizu," calling.

Sato Miwako immediately switched to a fighting expression: "Yumi, how dare you call me?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Miyamoto Yumi seemed to have given up on herself, and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used your name to trick those clueless guys in Osaka into joining the mixer."

"What? You actually did that kind of thing?" Sato Miwako's voice suddenly rose several decibels.

Yumi Miyamoto: "Uh, I suddenly realized I don't have anything important to tell you. I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."

"Yumi, I think we need to have a serious talk," said Miwako Sato with a cold expression.

"Okay, I'm near where you're eating. I was hoping to chat with you." Miyamoto Yumi then arranged to come over soon with Sato Miwako.

Miwako Sato hung up the phone.

Wen Shui felt a little uncertain.

I originally thought this matter wouldn't be exposed so soon. Even if it was a few days later, I could just make up some excuse and let it go.

Unexpectedly, the case was solved so quickly that Wen Shui even considered whether to run away first.

"What's wrong with you?" Sato Miwako asked, looking at him curiously.

"It's nothing. Is Miss Miyamoto coming over later? Maybe I should leave after I finish eating," Wen Shui said.

Miwako shook her head: "She'll be here soon. It's okay, I'll go out and teach her a lesson later. Just pretend you don't know anything about this."

Wen Shui felt even more at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

But since things have already come to this point, we have no choice but to grit our teeth and bear it.

Not long after, a Metropolitan Police Department patrol car pulled up in front of the ramen shop.

Sato Miwako put down her half-eaten pork bone ramen, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and stormed out.

Upon meeting, Sato Miwako recounted what Nukumi had just mentioned to her best friend Miyamoto Yumi.

Actually, Yumi, that big mouth, had done similar things before, but they weren't serious. Besides, those who knew about it weren't familiar with Sato Miwako, and they barely spoke to her a few times a year, so they couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

But this time, I never expected it to reach Wenshui.

Miwako is a little worried now about whether Yumi said anything else to Numi.

Although she couldn't quite figure out why she was so worried, she was genuinely concerned that Wen Shui would find out about her past, such as her bad habits.

To everyone's surprise, Yumi Miyamoto also looked shocked: "I didn't say that."

"what?"

The two talked for a long time in the patrol car, but Miyamoto Yumi still insisted that she had never said it: "How could that be? Ever since I found out that you and that kid Wen Shui were exchanging glances, I have been very careful with my words in front of him."

“Don’t talk nonsense. He and I are just good friends,” Sato Miwako corrected.

Then he began to frown and ponder why the warm water would lie.

"Could it be that the kid just let it slip and made it up on the spot?" Miyamoto Yumi's face showed a gossipy expression.

"But why would he say that?"

Miyamoto Yumi looked speechless: "I'm telling you, Miwako, you're so naive, you'll be easily fooled by young boys and end up bankrupt."

"Stop rambling. I just feel like this isn't like him," Sato Miwako analyzed. "Before, even if he accidentally let something slip, he wouldn't lie. Instead, he would take advantage of the situation. What's wrong with him today?"

Miyamoto Yumi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Could it be that he's starting to have feelings for you, which is why he's becoming so hesitant?"

Sato Miwako was startled, but the more she thought about it, the more reasonable her guess seemed. Otherwise, someone with Wen Shui's personality wouldn't have covered up something like this.

Hmph, so that kid finally realized my charm? But this is taking way too long...

Huh? Wait a minute, what am I thinking?

Sato Miwako's mind was immediately in a mess, but she forced herself to stay alert: "Alright, I have to go back." Sato Miwako got up to leave, "By the way, even if you said it, you can't remember whether you said it or not."

Yumi Miyamoto: "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry about it. Just say you're mistaken if you're asked. I'm leaving now. Drive carefully."

With that, Miwako Sato opened the car door and walked into the ramen shop.

Miyamoto Yumi called out from behind, "Don't be fooled, Miwako."

After entering the ramen shop, Sato Miwako did not go straight back to her seat. Instead, she went to the restroom to adjust her state and avoid being detected by the warm water.

Even though she had composed herself, when Miwako Sato returned to her seat, she was still shocked by what she saw.

Because she saw that Wen Shui was actually stealing the meat from his bowl.

And they ate with great relish.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Miwako suddenly appeared and patted Onami on the shoulder.

Wen Shui was already feeling a bit guilty, and this fright made her cough violently.

Sato Miwako quickly brought him some water to drink, and then gently patted Wenshui's back. It took quite a while for Wenshui to recover.

"Why are you scaring people?" Wen Shui complained.

"I was about to ask you the same thing, why did you steal the meat from my bowl?" Sato Miwako returned to her seat and stared into Wen Shui's eyes.

Warm Water: "It'll get cold if you don't eat it, and I saw how satisfied you looked when you were eating it, so I want to try the spicy flavor too."

The explanation given by Wen Shui was reasonable enough, but Sato Miwako still sensed something else in his eyes.

Miwako suddenly smiled and said, "You wouldn't happen to want to try the food I've eaten to see if it has any special flavor, would you?"

"How could that be?!" Wen Shui's eyes widened. "What kind of person do you take me for? I'm not the kind of pervert who would steal a pretty girl's half-eaten bento."

"Huh, this looks familiar. Have you done something similar before?" Miwako chuckled.

Warm Water: "I already said no."

Sato Miwako suddenly picked up the bowl of noodles, used her chopsticks to pick up some noodles and handed them to the warm water: "Just say you want some. Here, let me feed you."

"Don't do that," Wen Shui tried to back away.

But there was a wall partition behind the chair, so he couldn't back up. In effect, he was pinned against the wall by Sato Miwako in an unusual way.

Miwako Sato even gently blew air onto the ramen that was suspended in mid-air.

The rich flavor of the broth mingled with the peach aroma in her mouth, assaulting Wen Shui's brain nerves.

Looking at those crystal-clear lips and the neckline of her suit dress, revealing her snow-white breasts as she bent over.

Wen Shui's bottom line was quickly crossed.

He gently bit the noodles that Sato Miwako fed him, and with a gentle suck, the noodles soaked in broth were sucked into his stomach.

“Miwako, you forgot to take…” Miyamoto Yumi returned for some reason. She stood in the aisle of the ramen shop, her face full of shock. “You two… you were already dating behind my back all along.”

Miwako: "No, that's not true. You've misunderstood."

Wen Shui: "You've misunderstood... cough cough!"

Wen Shui choked on the water because he was too excited, and Miwako quickly patted his back.

This scene further convinced Miyamoto Yumi of her judgment; the two of them were definitely hiding something from her.

How can we get these two people to tell the truth?

Miyamoto Yumi muttered to herself.

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The next day, at the Fire Country Cup tennis tournament.

Conan and Ai Haibara, along with the three members of the Detective Boys, arrived at the scene ahead of time. After verifying their identities, they patiently waited in the competition preparation area.

Shortly after the match began, the councilor Kenzo Cheng, who funded the event, stepped forward to explain the motivation behind the tournament and his hope that tennis would boost the region's economic development.

In short, the core message is that they want to use this charity match to suppress the recent corruption scandal.