Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

It feels like a fast food restaurant and a supermarket have been moved here together; if you didn't know better, you'd think this was a victory celebration.

The senior student was holding a suspicious book with a cover depicting two men embracing. She was eating while reading it with great interest, occasionally interacting with Satomi Sawada next to her.

Vice Minister Kosaka sat by the window, eating mochi balls while flipping through a thick game design guide.

"You guys are here! That's great, now everyone's here." Senior Middle School student smiled happily. "Huh, why didn't Sonoko-chan come along?"

Xiaolan explained, "Yuanzi has something to do at home and can't come today."

The senior student looked a little regretful. She put some long-shelf-life snacks on the table into a large plastic bag: "Then let's keep these for Sonoko-chan."

Wen Shui and her two friends sat on one side of the long table, and Zhen Zhongxue immediately pushed a pile of snacks in front of them:

"Don't be shy, help yourself."

Xiaolan licked her lips and asked curiously, "Senior, what... what exactly happened?"

"I just suddenly wanted to celebrate," said Senior Zhen.

Warm Water: "Celebrating? Did you come up with a great idea while researching in Karuizawa this weekend?"

The senior student's expression froze for a moment, then she smiled and said, "Not at all."

"How can you still be in the mood to eat? Speaking of which, this place will probably be shut down soon, right?" Wen Shui couldn't help but complain.

Senior Sister Zhen shrugged: "We've done our best. We've been completely immersed in producing the club magazine these past two days. We've shared what we've written with each other and come to a conclusion."

The senior student deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

"It didn't work at all?" Xiaolan asked tentatively.

The senior student shook her head: "She will be used as an example and publicly criticized by the student council."

Wen Shui glanced at the suspicious book in the other person's hand and couldn't help but say, "Senior, you didn't write that kind of thing again, did you?"

“There’s nothing we can do about it. When people encounter difficulties, they always subconsciously turn to their past successes for help,” Senior Sister Zhen explained. “Besides, that guy Kousaka also wrote about his unspeakable experiences with his sister.”

Upon hearing this, Senior Kosaka put down the book in his hand and said with a stern face, "I've told you so many times, that's not my sister, she's the neighbor's child, she's just about the same age as my sister."

Wen Shui couldn't help but rub her forehead, feeling that this club was beyond saving.

At this moment, Sawada Satomi, with her mushroom-shaped haircut, asked, "Warm Water classmate, did you get anything this time?"

Xiaolan stammered, "Well... well, I can't say there's none at all. It's just that the previous idea was overturned, and I'm afraid we'll have to come up with a new one."

Ran's original idea of ​​a magical girl battling a bandaged monster became a memory in her heart that she couldn't easily touch after being saved by Wen Shui twice.

So I had to come up with a new idea.

Ai Haibara shook her head directly: "I've encountered some things and don't have the energy to think."

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Wen Shui, as if the life and death of the "Literature Department" rested entirely on his shoulders.

Warm Water: "Not yet, but I'll figure something out."

"What? Aren't you just like us?" Senior Zhen stuffed a plate of fried fries into Wen Shui's hand and said with a smile, "Eat your fill first. Even if the club is disbanded, at least we should imprint the memory of eating together today in our memories!"

Wen Shui sighed, "Senior, you're really optimistic."

"What else can you do but cry and say 'everything is over'? But that won't make the problem disappear." Senior Zhen downed the cola in one gulp.

The vice minister and Satomi Sawada next to him also had resigned, sullen expressions.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Shui told everyone that Hiratsuka-sensei had decided to stand on their side.

Ran asked curiously, "Did Hiratsuka-sensei call you to her office just now to talk about this?"

"Yes, and there's also the mystery novel competition," Wen Shui said.

Meanwhile, the three elders of the Literature Department immediately perked up, their faces beaming with joy as they asked, "Eh? So, it means we won't be in any trouble even if we hand over what we have?"

"How could that be? Hiratsuka-sensei will be fired too, won't she?" Even Ran couldn't help but complain this time.

"Sorry, sorry, I got carried away."

Wen Shui cleared his throat and said, "So you guys need to cheer up too. Don't write things that will cause misunderstandings. Write something serious. Even if the results are just average, Hiratsuka-sensei, as the student council advisor, will speak up for you."

All three nodded very seriously this time.

Senior Zhen said to Wen Shui with a solemn expression, "Thank you, Wen Shui."

Wen Shui shook her head: "It's nothing, everyone is working hard for the survival of the Literature Department."

Even without Hiratsuka-sensei's help, Nukumizu would have done everything she could to keep the Literature Club alive.

He was transported to the world of Detective Conan in a daze, and immediately faced the crisis of being purged by the Black Organization, with no idea when it would be completely resolved.

Although the various cases I experienced were tense and exciting, I was never able to completely relax.

Only when I was in the Literature Club could I relax a little.

Although the three members of the Literature Club seemed to lack perseverance and were prone to giving up easily, it was precisely because of this that Wen Shui felt a sense of warmth and familiarity.

Perhaps it's because he was an ordinary person like Senior Sister Zhen in his past life that he felt a special connection with them.

Sawada Satomi, the girl with the mushroom-shaped haircut, handed her half-eaten bag of potato chips to Wen Shui: "Wen Shui-kun, I'm starting to look at you in a new light now."

"It's just a little bit, looks like I still have to keep working hard." Wen Shui smiled as she took the potato chips.

However, before he could even see how many potato chips were left in the bag, Xiaolan snatched them away.

"I've never tried this flavor before, let me give it a try." Xiaolan looked up, opened her mouth wide, and shoved all the potato chips from the bag into her mouth.

Her cheeks puffed up like a hamster's.

Xiaolan suppressed the discomfort in her throat and made a "super delicious" gesture with her thumb towards the warm water.

Haibara sighed, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and placed it in front of Ran.

At this moment, the senior student sitting opposite glanced at the vice-captain and said, "Hey, Keisuke, you should at least say something. This is an opportunity that Wenshui helped us get."

Vice Minister Kosaka Keisuke pondered for a moment: "How about this, to thank Wenshui, I'll change the name of the protagonist in the game I'm currently developing to 'Your Name, Wenshui,' okay?"

Wen Shui exclaimed in shock: "No way! I don't want to be some kind of brother-obsessed male lead!"

The deputy minister retorted, "I already said that's not my sister. Besides, I'm making a legitimate game this time. Maybe a big company will take notice of it."

Seeing the vice minister's mournful expression, everyone burst into laughter.

The atmosphere in the Literature Club was filled with joy.

However, just as everyone was immersed in this rare and pleasant atmosphere, no one noticed that when Wen Shui was getting a drink, she accidentally knocked over the fried sweet potato in the box in front of her.

The golden fries rolled a few times on the floor before finally landing at Ai Haibara's feet.

Ai Haibara was wearing white indoor shoes, and because the soles were very thin, she stepped on the softened fries that had been trapped in the bag.

That slightly fleshy, familiar touch immediately triggered Ai Haibara's PTSD.

"Perverted, lewd, sex maniac..."

Ai Haibara jumped up from her seat and stomped her feet wildly, her slender legs, encased in black stockings, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

Chapter 49 The Cat Who Stole Fish Became Eri Kisaki

Ai Haibara displayed a side completely different from her usual aloof demeanor.

Her eyes were wide open, and her fair skin turned rosy due to her emotional excitement.

With each stomp, the recoil force would travel through the thin sole of her white indoor shoes to her slender legs encased in black stockings.

The skin on her thighs under the school uniform skirt trembled as if it were being vibrated at a high frequency by a massager, causing an astonishing shudder.

Everyone in the event room was stunned.

Fortunately, Ran was the first to react, putting down the half-eaten mango pudding she was holding and hugging Ai Haibara tightly.

Ai Haibara gradually calmed down, panting as she looked at the ground.

Everyone followed her gaze and looked over.

There was a thin, golden-yellow flatbread stuck to the floor, with a very obvious shoe print on it.

"It's turned into potato chips now," Xiaolan said with a touch of heartache.

"Ai, did you mistake the fries for bugs?" Senior Sister Makoto comforted her understandingly. "Don't worry, although this activity room looks a bit messy, we regularly deworm it because there are a lot of books in it."

The vice-minister and Sawada also showed their concern for Ai Haibara through their eyes.

Only the warm water and the tree moved the chair to the window, far away from Ai Haibara.

He looked extremely frightened, then picked up a sweet potato with an unhappy expression.

How could someone connect yesterday's events to French fries? What an impolite guy.

At least give me a Coke bottle instead.

This little incident didn't dampen anyone's spirits, and the Literature Club's "bizarre celebration party" continued.

Perhaps it was the news that Hiratsuka-sensei was backing them that gave the three elders of the Literature Club confidence. They actually put down the questionable reading materials and game development books they were holding and began to seriously discuss their idea of ​​creating a club magazine.

After regaining her composure, Ai Haibara sipped her hot tea.

She would occasionally offer a suggestion or two, showing that Ai Haibara was trying her best to integrate into school life.

Perhaps for her, this joyful time, which could end at any moment, will become one of the few precious memories in her bleak life.

On the other side, Xiaolan seemed to have taken a liking to the game of eating half a bag of potato chips in one go. There were already three paper cranes made from empty potato chip bags on the table in front of her.

In the Literature Department's activity room, only Wen Shui and Shu were still somewhat troubled.

After all, no guy wouldn't care if that kind of thing was misunderstood, right?

Moreover, she's a girl with whom I have a good relationship, and we might even develop a romantic relationship.

Not to mention, Usagi-chan always appears before Nukumi as the victor who has defeated all her opponents, so he can't let her look down on him.

Wen Shui picked out a chicken wrap and a 500ml bottle of cola from a pile of snacks on the table.

Then he quietly moved the stool next to Ai Haibara.

"What?" Ai Haibara glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

In fact, Ai Haibara herself knew that her reaction just now was a bit excessive, and what happened yesterday could not be entirely blamed on Nunobu. She shouldn't have gone along with Sonoko Suzuki and the others' nonsense.

It was that kick that gave Ai Haibara an unprecedented shock.