Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

The next morning.

Conan stood at the door of the master bedroom with a small backpack on his back. He hooked his hands on the backpack straps and looked up at the closed door in front of him.

He is going to school, but...how is he going to get to school by himself?

There seemed to be no bus stop in the villa area halfway up the mountain, and Tang Muching didn't tell me who to look for before going to bed last night.

"Conan." Butler Ishii appeared silently like a ghost, pinched and lifted the back of Conan's neck, then turned around and said, "The driver is waiting downstairs, Conan has to go to school."

As he spoke, Butler Ishii casually opened Conan's schoolbag and threw Conan into the servant's arms, "Let me see, the lunch box prepared by the chef has not been brought. Oh, by the way, in addition to the textbooks needed for class, you also need to bring some snacks to share with classmates, and bring a water cup and a piece of fruit."

Conan: ...

Conan and the servant stared at each other for a while, then turned to look at Butler Ishii, "Mr. Butler, Brother Tangmu...he..."

"Master?" Butler Ishii said softly with a gentle smile on his face, "Conan, do you want the master to take you to school? Excuse me, you may have to wait until school is over."

Conan: ...

It’s not quite what I imagined.

In his imagination, if he stayed at Tang Muqing's house, he would live with Tang Muqing in a house in the city. There wouldn't be so many servants and housekeepers at home. Tang Muqing would pick him up on his way home from get off work at the Metropolitan Police Department every day, and they would be inseparable. In this way, he could observe Tang Muqing anytime and anywhere to find some clues, and test Tang Muqing at the same time...

Conan blinked, "Should I tell him before going to school..."

"That's not necessary." Butler Ishii waved his hand, walked quickly to the door, stuffed the lunch box and water cup into his schoolbag and handed them to the driver, with a perfect smile on his face without any flaws, "The young master is not in good health, so don't disturb his sleep with such trivial matters. Conan, this way."

Under Conan's confused sight, Butler Ishii quickly packed Conan and put him in the car. He stood at the gate of the house and watched the car go away before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, feeling sad that it was difficult to raise children nowadays. He turned around and went back to the kitchen to discuss with the chef what to have for lunch and dinner today.

As for breakfast…

Forget it, their boss might have just gone to bed during breakfast time.

Conan was sent to school in a daze, and he was still a little dazed when he stood at the school gate.

Is this what it means to stay here?

Shouldn't I stay with him and take care of him like Xiaolan did?

Conan walked towards the classroom in a daze, feeling that he seemed to have taken the wrong route this time.

After all, when I talked to my dad on the phone last night, he actually praised Tang Muqing's educational methods. After Tang Muqing explained the benefits in many aspects, my dad even regretted that he had not educated Kudo Shinichi in this way...

Conan touched the back of his head, walked to the classroom and sat down. Before he had time to chat with the kids in the Junior Detective League, he saw a girl walking in led by the teacher.

The girl had a cold expression on her face, her short hair hanging down by her ears, and her eyes were as calm as an old man's, without a smile in them.

Conan was startled, looking at the girl's familiar face and spoke blankly, "Amei..."

Miss Mingmei’s sister?

I think I saw this girl last time when Xiaolan and Miss Mingmei went shopping...

"Can we just sit here?"

The gentle teacher walked over with the girl, put her schoolbag on the table, and asked with a gentle smile, "Grayhara, today is the first day of class. You should get to know more classmates in your spare time."

As he said that, the teacher turned his head and said, "Conan, remember to help Haibara-san integrate into the class. Oh, by the way."

The teacher seemed to remember something and frowned at Conan, "Conan, why haven't you handed in your ID yet? Not only your ID, but also your parents' ID and your birth certificate."

Conan: ...

Do you still want this thing?

Conan touched the back of his head, "I...my parents are abroad~~~"

The words were drawn out, with a hint of a clamp.

On the side, Sherry remained silent and looked indifferent, staring at Conan with a sinister look, as if she disliked the other's affectation in her heart.

She retracted her gaze, took out her file bag from her schoolbag and handed it to the teacher, "This is mine."

Tsk, what kind of young detective is this? He doesn’t even have an ID card. He’s worse than a criminal like her.

"Okay." The teacher smiled gently and turned to look at Conan again, "Your parents are abroad? There are also things like ID cards abroad, remember to contact them... Forget it, I'll call your guardian directly."

The gentle woman thought for a moment and said, "Oh, yes, it has changed from Mr. Maori to Mr. Tangmu, right? It just so happens that I left Mr. Tangmu's contact information when he visited the school last time..."

Conan:? ? ?

what?

Contact Tang Muqing? !

Contact Tang Muching to come to school early in the morning?

Then I will definitely get beaten when I go home at night!