Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Three dishes and one soup, rich in nutrition.

"You didn't eat?"

"Since we're going to eat anyway, I might as well eat with Mr. Qingze and keep an eye on him while he eats."

Ran Mouri, with her eyes crinkling into crescents, placed the plate on the table and arranged the bowls and chopsticks.

Qingze scoffed, "Do I need you to supervise my meals?"

Conan, who followed in, immediately frowned.

Such a casual tone? Are they actually that close in private?

It wasn't like this when I took my driver's license test last time.

Moreover, this attitude... is so different from how it is when facing them...

Looking at Xiaolan, she actually accepted it well, as if she were used to it, and didn't care at all.

Ran Mouri ignored Qingze's sneer and pushed him in front of the table. "You should eat more of these eggs, lean meat, tofu, and pork liver. They're all good for replenishing blood..."

Looking at the bowl of pig liver, Qingze showed extreme disgust.

I don't eat pig liver.

"Hey, why?"

Ran Mouri has never heard him mention any food he doesn't like.

"I don't like that texture."

"And what about foie gras?"

"Neither."

"Okay, I won't take it next time. Mr. Qingze, you can eat something else. I'll take care of the pig liver."

Watching them chat idly as if no one else was around, Conan felt as if his heart was being soaked in acidic water, a sour and swollen feeling that he couldn't stand.

He almost self-tortured himself by forcing himself to stand still and watch them sit and eat.

This Qingze is too scheming and too good at acting. He has one attitude in front of people and another in private.

"Mr. Qingze, why are you wearing sunglasses in your room?"

Wearing sunglasses while eating? That's so pretentious!

"To look cool."

Conan: "..."

He was so honest that he had nothing to say.

Conan originally wanted Ran to see the true nature of this person's pretense, but it didn't achieve the desired effect at all, and he continued to stare at Aozawa in frustration.

Looking at Shinichi Kudo, who was staring intently at him as he ate, as if trying to see through him, Aozawa's lips suddenly curled into a wicked smile.

He looked at Ran Mouri and said:

"Put your head out."

"what?"

Ran Mouri, not understanding why, still pulled her chair closer to him.

Under Conan's gaze, Aozawa raised his left hand and lightly wiped Ran's lips with his fingers.

This action was far too ambiguous, and Ran Mouri's eyes widened in surprise.

Looking at Qingze again, he seemed to be looking at her, but in reality, he was looking at Conan beside him.

Seeing Conan's eyes widen in fury, he smiled with amusement and then casually withdrew his hand.

There's a grain of rice on your face.

Seeing the mischievous smile on his face, Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks in anger.

What's with that? Using her to deliberately annoy Shinichi, how childish.

"Mr. Qingze!"

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on his left hand, her brows furrowing.

This person doesn't take their injured hand seriously at all!

Qingze put his hand back on the table and continued eating, pretending he hadn't heard anything.

Ran Mouri put down her chopsticks, revealing a dangerous smile.

She stood up, grabbed Conan, threw him out the door, and slammed the door shut.

Conan was a little dazed when he was thrown out. After realizing what had happened, he quickly grabbed the doorknob and tried to go back in.

But it didn't work; the door was locked from the inside.

He felt anxious about not being able to see the scene, but also secretly pleased.

Such frivolous actions, Qingze must have offended Xiaolan!

Xiaolan, go easy on him! Don't kill him!

However, the scene in the room was not quite what he had imagined.

Ran Mouri looked at Aoze, her eyes brimming with tears.

Qingze silently put down his chopsticks.

"Why are they using this trick again?"

You've figured out I'd fall for this trick, but you can't keep using it, can you?