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

"Thank you very much."

Miyano Akemi got out of the car holding her sister's hand, and with her other hand she held Miyano Shiho's small schoolbag. The two, one big and one small, stood on the side of the road and nodded slightly to express their gratitude towards the vehicle.

Tang Muqing waved his hand, not caring. "I'll give you a day off tomorrow. You took care of me when I was injured some time ago, so it counts as overtime. Take a few more days off and spend more time with your sister. Just arrange your schedule."

Hearing this, Miyano Akemi smiled and nodded, "I have arranged to send it to your email address. Please contact me if you have any questions."

The car gradually drove away, and Miyano Akemi finally came to her senses. She held her sister's hand and walked towards the apartment, whispering, "How do you feel about your first day of school?"

"That's it. It's not even the first day of school." Miyano Shiho tilted her head and yawned, her eyelids drooping and she looked listless, as if she had no interest in anything. "What are we having for dinner?"

"There are still some ingredients at home. Let's go up and see what you want to eat. I'll make it for you, okay?" Miyano Akemi's smile was warm and heartfelt. She looked very pretty when she spoke in a low voice. "But you have to accompany me downstairs to take out the trash and go to the supermarket at night."

Miyano Shiho looked up at her sister's smile and nodded obediently, "Did you bake the cookies?"

"I've grilled it. Do you want to take it to school to share with your friends?" Miyano Akemi pressed the elevator button and waited at the door holding Miyano Shiho's hand.

"Heh." Miyano Shiho sneered, looking very disgusted, "A little detective who doesn't even have an ID card, pretending to be young and seeking attention from his brother every day, I won't do that."

Miyano Akemi: …

There is something wrong with what I said, but it doesn't seem to be a problem.

Miyano Akemi sighed and went home with her sister.

The warm lights in the house lit up one by one, and the smell of dinner spread far away on the breeze.

The sky gradually darkened, but the vehicles were still driving on the road.

Tang Muching leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rested, his palms supporting his cheeks slightly spread out, his fingertips tapping his temples again and again.

Waking up early is harmful. My head hurts so much and even caffeine can’t relieve the pain.

After a while, Tang Muqing sighed, casually took out a file bag from the storage bag behind the seat and handed it to Conan, "Your stuff."

Conan was stunned, sitting in the child seat and swinging his feet to open the file bag.

Inside the file bag was a series of identification documents, from birth certificates to medical records, even the parents' birth certificates were prepared, as well as educational records before transferring to another school, with the teacher's evaluation written at the end of the file.

After watching for a while, Conan began to doubt whether he was really an elementary school student named Conan.

He looked up at Tang Muqing blankly, his voice filled with hesitation and hesitation, "Brother Tang Mu..."

"Your father asked me to do it." Tang Muqing responded casually, raised his hand to take out the eye mask from the storage bag and put it on, pressed his palms on the position of his eyes with a little force, and said in a calm voice, "Take it to school tomorrow and give it to the teacher. Take a leave in the afternoon, and I will take you to the Metropolitan Police Department to complete the file."

Conan: ...

Is that so?

Was it done by your own father?

Conan touched the back of his head, pointed at a photo of a woman who looked very bloated, and said in confusion, "But... who is Edogawa Fumiyo?"

Tang Muqing:...

Oh, my mother.

Tang Muqing sighed slightly, "Don't you recognize your mother now?"

Conan blinked, looked down at the woman in the photo and fell silent.

Although the mother always teases her son, and although the fake identity must be fake to the end, can his mother really sacrifice so much to disguise herself like this?

So... was it possible that Tang Muching knew that his identity was fake but he didn't say it out loud, nor did he show any surprise?

It seemed as if I was really just an elementary school student staying in someone else's house, with nothing special about me.

Conan sighed, leaned back in his chair and asked curiously, "Ms. Mingmei's sister is also in my class."

"Yeah." Tang Muqing said sullenly, leaning back in his chair to rest, "I arranged it. Don't bother her if she ignores you. She has a rather dull personality. If you are bullied at school, just send me a message."

Conan frowned and couldn't help but whispered, "Brother Tangmu, you never told me this when I was in school."

I don’t care at all whether I will be bullied or not!

"Oh, I'm still telling you?" Tang Muqing sneered, looking very disdainful. "You're already lucky enough not to lead your classmates to chase after the criminals and let me clean up their mess. Why should I tell you to be careful?"

Look at how often Xiaolan bows. She even bows to Conan like a flip phone!

What else does he want to say?

Instead of worrying about whether Conan will be bullied, it is better to worry about how many people Conan will kill when he goes out today.

Conan touched the back of his head awkwardly and decided not to confess the matter of the Junior Detective League at this time.

He sighed, turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the car window in confusion, "Brother Tangmu, where are we going? This doesn't seem to be the way home."

The driver was driving today, how could he get lost?

Tang Muqing pressed the eye mask and even felt a little sleepy. "I'll take you to class. A 90-minute math class, a half-hour commute, and then a 90-minute dance class. Then we'll go home. Oh, and we'll have dinner in the car."

Oh, what should we do if the child is full of energy and makes a lot of noise?

Take him out for a walk, and when he’s tired, he can go home and you won’t be bothered by his nightlife.