Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Big crisis! Lying and conflicting! You may be exposed at any time!

Yun Xianhe coughed twice, and decisively turned the page in another way:

"Are you hungry? I remember there should be a Fuyun store nearby. How about we go have dinner together?"

After saying that, he reached out and gently rubbed his lower abdomen.

Not to mention, the stomachache just now made him feel empty in his stomach.

Adding the limiting condition of 'anemia', even my head seems a little dizzy.

Seeing Yun Xianhe's unhappy expression, the three of them looked at each other and decisively rejected the other party's proposal.

"Hey?! Why?"

"Xiaoyun, what you need now is a good rest."

“But I’m hungry…”

"What do you want to eat? Hagi and I will go buy it for you. As for you, just follow Guang home."

Jinpei Matsuda looked at the man whose face was so pale that it was almost transparent, with his brows furrowed.

Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out and supported Yun Xianhe, dragging him towards a nearby parking lot.

"Let's go back."

"…it is good."

Yun Xianhe almost squeezed out this word from the depths of his throat.

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't use much force, but it still hurt a little for his current shell.

If he hadn't come to his senses in time, he would have almost shouted out loud.

Zhu Fujingguang, who always felt that Yun Xianhe had gnashed his teeth when he said this word, raised his eyebrows.

He turned around to look at the other person, and immediately noticed that his temples were wet with cold sweat.

Cold sweat? Why?

"Is there any pain in Xianhe's body?"

"No, my throat just doesn't feel right. Mr. Guang, don't pull me, I'll follow you."

Politely pull your arm out of the other person's hand.

Yun Xianhe smiled at the other person very obediently.

He put his arms hidden under his big coat behind his back without making a sound and rubbed them carefully with his other hand.

"What to eat?"

"Mr. Hagi, just pick any one you want, ahem!"

There was a faint breeze in the alley.

Yun Xianhe covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Under the gaze of others, he calmly put his hands into his pockets.

“…Take it out.”

"Ok?"

Looking at someone who was still trying to play dumb, Zhu Fu Jingguang was so angry that he almost laughed.

"No need to hide, I've seen it."

No, maybe Mr. Guang is pretending to surrender.

The brave man who refused to admit it even if he was beaten to death glanced at the "remaining 60.4 ml" following "coughing up blood" on the system, and calculated how many times he would need to cough to spit it all out.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stretched out his hand, trying to pull Yun Xianhe's hand out of his pocket.

The latter took a half step back and easily dodged the opponent's hand.

The serious and worried expressions of the three people were clearly visible.

The hero's heterochromatic eyes were dim in the alley, and no light could penetrate them. The smile on the corners of his lips was so faint that it was almost invisible.

"I am fine."

Hagiwara Kenji sighed and stepped forward:

"Okay Xiaoyun, stop messing around. Hagi has seen the blood on your hands."

"..."

[“Can a brave man also get hurt?”]

What is the psychological endurance of temporary teammates?

Because they are not the same people,

Because we are not from the same dimension.

Because I have never experienced...

So I can't understand.

The hero from another world stubbornly repeated: "I'm fine."

Hide it.

Everyone says: "The brave are invincible."

Keep it secret.

Don't worry about ordinary people.

When his arm was grabbed by Zhu Fu Jingguang, Yun Xianhe subconsciously tried to shake it off.

But Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara on the side were faster and directly pressed down on his shoulders.

Looking at the other person lowering his head and using a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his palm, Yun Xianhe opened his mouth and turned his head away in embarrassment.

Was discovered.

"…Feel sorry."

[“Is this the hero? He doesn’t look that good.”]

【"ha?"】

The magician's voice was cold.

Taiyang on the side was treating the wound on the brave man's arm.

Even without asking, you can tell how painful it is when you see those bloody and mangled areas.

[“You guys! If Ah Yun hadn’t led us to attack just now, you would have died long ago!”]

The bandaged hero looked at the red-eyed therapist helplessly and coaxed him in a low voice:

[“Sun, don’t be angry…”]

[“Apologize to the hero.”]

The ghost standing in the front drew out his baton neatly.

The tip of the stick was pointed directly at the guys in front of them that they had just rescued, who were fine except for some dust on their bodies.

The remaining four members of the team all pressed forward.

The heavy swordsman wiped the blood off his face, and pulled out the huge sword that was almost as big as half his body, and sneered:

[“Kid, if you don’t know how to talk, just shut up, okay?”]

Cotton pulled out the contract and baseball bat from the mustard seed space, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if he was commenting on today's weather:

[“Don’t say bad words, Uncle Shitou. Just beat this kind of rubbish to death.”]

The usually good-tempered instructor took out a spear that he rarely used and pronounced his verdict expressionlessly:

[“There is a price to pay for slandering the hero.”]

There has never been anyone who is indestructible.

Even longevity does not mean immortality.

Care given without careful understanding and promises made lightly are all cheap charity.

The brave man, who was not very worldly-wise, also realized after that incident that the so-called pain can only be told to the people closest to you.

There is a difference between pity and heartache.

"go home."

A broad palm placed on the head awakens the person from chaos.

Yun Xianhe looked up blankly, and saw Zhu Fu Jingguang's helpless smile:

"Do you know you're wrong? Remember to wipe it off in time next time. Blood is hard to wash off when it sticks to fabric."

"Hahahaha! Xiaoyun, just think of it as Poor Guang. Washing clothes is very tiring."

Kenji Hagiwara standing by was laughing so hard that his body was shaking with laughter, obviously he had thought of something funny.

Seeing Yun Xianhe who seemed to want to say something, Matsuda Jinpei tapped his head lightly, feeling a little disappointed:

"No need to apologize, everyone gets sick sometimes."

"Oh——Zhenping-chan can actually say something like that!"

"what?"

"Zhenping has grown up."

"What are you two talking about!"

My colleagues here started quarreling again.

The three people noticed that Yun Xianhe was in a bad mood and started to joke around.

I didn't ask the other party why he concealed his physical condition.

Yun Xianhe, who was in pain all over his body, listened to the noisy voices of the three people beside him and chuckled softly.

That's it, it's best to keep it like this.

Please don't ask for reasons not to rely on me.

He was afraid that his cold response would hurt them.

The silent hero was pulled by his sleeve and led out of the alley.

The neon lights from the street shops shine on the lenses of the glasses, casting a layer of illusion-like color on the world in front of me.

Yun Xianhe raised his head and quietly watched the people coming and going not far away for a while, and muttered softly:

"Can I have octopus balls?"

He looked aggrieved like a child who had made a mistake.

Although, I will dare to do it next time.

Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, who were walking beside him, looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Zhu Fujingguang took out his phone and sent a message to Amuro Toru, then glanced at the time:

"Yes, but only after meals."

"Really?! Thank you, ahem!"

Looking at Yun Xianhe who was choked by the wind due to excitement, Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled bitterly and sighed:

"Let's talk about it after we go back first."

·

The hero, who was hit by a lot of debuffs, still fell ill even though he said he was fine.

Yun Xianhe, lying on the bed with a fever-reducing patch on his face and squinting his eyes, felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, it happened after I finished my meal.

Otherwise it would affect your appetite and be very uncomfortable.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had dealt with many emergencies, was obviously very experienced and he immediately called the family doctor to come for treatment.

"There seems to be some inflammation in the lungs. I suggest you go to the hospital for a thorough checkup."

After hearing this, Yun, who was coughing in the quilt, hid himself inside a little tighter.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the man whose whole body was filled with resistance and sighed softly:

"Excuse me."

Send the doctor away.

Zhu Fujingguang looked at Yun Xianhe, who had just received an anti-inflammatory injection and was lying on the bed with a sense of despair, and found it somewhat amusing:

"Is Xianhe afraid of injections?"

"…No, it's just that this doctor's technique isn't very good."

The man was in so much pain that he was sweating coldly but he was still being stubborn.

He casually picked up the phone from the bedside.

Yun Xianhe squinted his eyes and glanced at the message sent by Yuanzi, and immediately became energetic.

He sat up from the bed, holding up his phone and announcing with great ambition:

"I'm going out to play the day after tomorrow!"

"..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was about to go downstairs with his clothes, looked back at the person who got up from the bed.

Eyes facing each other,

The brave man put down his phone angrily and lay back in bed quickly.

"I believe my illness will be cured the day after tomorrow! Cough cough cough..."