Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

At this moment, Wen Shui did not notice that Xiao Lan, who was sitting in front of him, was secretly observing him and Haibara Ai.

She seemed to be secretly plotting something.

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After school, Wen Shui went to the club building.

He planned to go to the Literature Department first to see if he could avoid attending club activities every day, since his main focus should be on gathering material.

As for the Kendo club, I heard that because it's a popular club like the baseball club, a simple test is required to decide whether you can join.

Wen Shui decided to wait a few days until she felt better before asking.

As soon as Wen Shui entered the club building, she saw a familiar face.

It was the mushroom-haired girl sitting by the window, holding a thick literature book, about to go up the stairs. When she saw him, a blush flashed across her face.

What the heck? Has my charm reached this level?

However, to be fair, my face is still quite good; in terms of looks alone, it's good enough to warrant a love-filled bento box from Miss Suzuki.

It's about the same level as his previous life.

Previously, it was because the original owner was too withdrawn, burdened with worries, and working late into the night, which caused a gloomy aura to always be shrouded around him. In addition, he didn't have the energy to take care of himself and always stayed up late, which gradually made him a background figure in the class.

After embracing the "optimistic and cheerful" spirit of Wen Shui, the gloom that had been hanging over her disappeared, and her physical condition gradually improved.

Wen Shui noticed that the number of people turning their heads to look at him on campus was much higher than in the first few days after he transmigrated.

Of course, it could also be because he's been getting too close to Xiaolan and the others lately.

Wen Shui was worried about not knowing where the Literature Club was, so she went over and asked, "Sawada Rimi, do you know which floor the Literature Club is on?"

Satomi Sawada hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What do you want with the Literature Club?"

Wen Shui got straight to the point: "I plan to write a novel, so I'd like to join the literature club and exchange ideas with everyone."

Satomi Sawada hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Then come with me, I'm also in the literature club."

Wen Shui looked at her with some surprise. He hadn't expected it to be such a coincidence. If it were a common plot in novels, he would first have a misunderstanding with her in class because he was looking at the scenery on the playground, and then they would join the same club.

Next, the two should develop feelings for each other while solving problems together, followed by the much-anticipated "fan service" segment.

Unfortunately, lukewarm water now has a more potent partner.

Whether it's Ai Haibara pointing a gun at him or Ran Mouri who can easily smash telephone poles, they both have more of a leading lady feel than Satomi Sawada.

Following Sawada to the top floor of the club building, and then to the club activity room at the very end of the corridor, Wenshui suddenly became a little curious. The Literature Club should be a popular club, so why is it in such a remote place?

However, the wooden plaque above the activity room does indeed have the words "Department of Literature" written in large characters.

But upon closer inspection, there was a line of smaller print, which seemed to be...

"Come on in first," Sawada pushed him from behind and ushered him into the Literature Club.

The activity room of the Literature Department was surprisingly clean and tidy. In the middle of the room were four long tables put together, which made it feel like a conference room.

On the left side of the room, near the door, are several green cabinets, and further in is a row of single sofas with backpacks adorned with cute decorations on them.

The entire right wall is occupied by wooden bookshelves, which are densely packed with books. Books that don't fit are even placed in cardboard boxes on top of the books.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the bookshelves, filling the room with a faint scent of books.

A long-haired girl sat at a long table, holding a thick book in her hands: "Satomi, you're here. And this is...?"

"Senior Makoto, this is Wenshui, she wants to join our club," Sawada introduced.

The senior student's eyes lit up. She put down her book and walked over. Wen Shui noticed that she was unexpectedly tall: "That's great! I was worried that Keisuke might pull someone. Rimi, you've really helped me a lot."

Hui Fu? Wen Shui suddenly felt that the name sounded familiar.

But the senior student didn't give him time to think it over. She pulled him to the long table that had been put together and they sat down facing each other.

Satomi Sawada sat next to Makoto, like a juror, looking at him nervously.

Senior Sister Zhen asked in a serious tone, "You're Wen Shui, right? To join the club, you need to take a simple test. I'll ask you a few questions, and you need to answer them within one second."

Wen Shui nodded, indicating that she understood.

The senior student took a deep breath and began the question-and-answer session: "Dazai Osamu or Mishima Yukio?"

"What?" Wen Shui was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the question was.

The senior student didn't answer his question, but continued to ask rapidly, "Dostoevsky or Leo Tolstoy?"

Warm Water: "What's too much?"

"Great, they're not heretics from the Literature Club!" Senior Sister Makoto and Sawada exchanged a glance, both of them beaming with smiles of relief at having met their kindred spirits.

Wen Shui couldn't help but ask, "Wait a minute, isn't this the Literature Club?"

Sawada explained somewhat embarrassedly, "Actually, this is a branch of the Literature Club, [a Literature Club where you can write down your inner thoughts]."

The lukewarm water was startled.

He arrived at the entrance and looked at the club's plaque above his head. Sure enough, the small characters on it read, "Write what's in your heart."

Taken together, it means "The Literature Department: Writing from Your Heart".

There are knock-offs of these clubs?

Senior student Makoto and Sawada together dragged him back into the club, with Senior student Makoto slamming a club membership application form on the table.

"How about it, join us?" Senior Sister Zhen asked confidently.

Wen Shui looked troubled: "Um... could you please introduce the club first? I don't have much time to come here usually, I just want to learn about writing."

"Then you should definitely join us." Senior Sister Zhen said with certainty, and then began to introduce the club.

It turns out that this place was established by a group of people with different ideas from the mainstream literary society, and it has a history of many years, with several different ministers.

The club's activities are basically the same as those of a traditional literary club, but they are more flexible.

Not only novels, movies, and comics, but even story-driven games are recognized here. Senior Sister Zhenzhong even said that the vice-captain is working on a bishoujo game and is currently writing the story text.

Warm Water: "Really, I can come whenever I want?"

“Of course, we value freedom the most, and I don’t come here every day,” Senior Sister Zhen explained.

After thinking about it, Wen Shui realized that this place better suited her current needs.

This kind of maverick club that sticks to its own ideas seems to be a perfect match for him, who is bad at Chinese literature but wants to write novels.

After all, he just needed an identity that wouldn't arouse suspicion from others.

“Okay, then I’ll join,” Wen Shui said.

Senior Sister Makoto and Sawada clapped and cheered, and then had Numizu write her name on the club application form.

I had just put down my pen when I heard hurried footsteps in the hallway outside.

The door to the club activity room was opened, and a tall boy with short, neat hair appeared in the doorway: "Found them, found them! We don't have to worry about the student council causing trouble this time. I found three newbies at once."

Senior Sister Zhen also stood up happily: "We found one here too. It seems that the spirit of the previous minister is still protecting us and won't just stand by and watch us be abolished."

Did the previous minister actually die?

This club seems pretty dangerous.

Senior student Zhen introduced Wen Shui: "This is Keisuke Kosaka, the vice president of our club. Don't let his tall stature fool you, he is actually very sensitive and can capture the most subtle emotions in literary works."

Wen Shui looked at the vice-captain at the door with a complicated expression: "Senior, didn't you say you were in the baseball club before?"

Senior Gao Ban's eyes widened in shock. "Eh? You...you're the Wen Shui-kun who was ostracized by his classmates and had to eat his lunch alone on the rooftop."

"Don't talk nonsense. I just thought it was quiet there. Besides, I saved you from jumping off the building back then," Wen Shui said, dissatisfied.

"Jump off a building?" Senior Sister Zhen looked at the Vice Minister in confusion.

Kousaka's expression changed, and he quickly changed the subject: "Uh, let's introduce the new member first. Manaka, please put away my laptop that I use for making games."

Wen Shui suddenly became curious about what game this senior was playing.

Senior Kosaka made way for the doorway.

Immediately afterwards, two girls with short brown hair and a girl with cute horns on her head filed into the club activity room.

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Ten minutes later.

Wen Shui, Xiao Lan, Sonoko, and Haibara Ai sat down at the Literature Club's long table, drinking tea brewed by their senior, Makoto.

The three people, led by the literature minister, Ms. Makoto, sat opposite them.

Senior Gao Ban desperately tried to signal to Wen Shui not to reveal that he had planned to jump off a building a few days ago.

Ran and Sonoko are diligently filling out their club application forms. Although they have already joined the karate club and the tennis club respectively, they are allowed to join multiple clubs according to the rules.

Ai Haibara has finished writing her application and is now holding a teacup, sipping her tea.

Wen Shui asked in a low voice, "What on earth are you up to?"

Ai Haibara put down her teacup: "Join a club, huh? As such a high-profile transfer student, if I don't participate in club activities, people will gossip, won't they?"

"Why did Xiaolan and Yuanzi come along too? Did you really explain things to Xiaolan?" Wen Shui asked.

"Perhaps she's interested in literature?" Ai Haibara tilted her head, looking unexpectedly cute. "Anyway, I've said everything I needed to say. I don't know how much she believes."

"Then why did you have to come here?" Wen Shui felt that Ai Haibara must have seen his notebook before deliberately following him.

Ai Haibara replied matter-of-factly, "Of course it's to keep an eye on you. Don't forget, I'm your guardian now. Gin won't feel at ease if I don't put on a show."

The lukewarm water immediately lost its temper.

But he decided to come only once a week from now on, sit for half an hour to kill time, and then leave.

Although it's unclear what Ran and Ai Haibara talked about, Ran was clearly still not completely at ease, which is why she and Sonoko Suzuki joined the club chosen by Ai Haibara, wanting to find out more about this woman's background.

And coincidentally, Ai Haibara also needs to keep track of his whereabouts, at least to put on a show for the Black Organization.

Wen Shui sighed. Although everything made perfect sense, he had a feeling that the days ahead might not be peaceful.

“By the way, could you please stop using the word ‘guardian’ in the future? Aren’t we partners now?” Wen Shui said.

Judging from the current situation, we'll probably be meeting almost every day for the next six months.

Wen Shui felt she needed to emphasize to the other party that they were now in an equal cooperative relationship.