Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"…＃鹤哥?闲…&＠＃…闲鹤!"

The brave man who heard the voice suddenly opened his eyes and was about to take action subconsciously.

The moment his movement was blocked, he realized that someone had firmly grasped his fingertips.

Another person reached out from behind and pressed his shoulder.

Yun Xianhe looked up dumbly and saw Conan standing in front of him with a serious and worried expression.

The other person's palm, which was not much warmer than his own, gripped his fingers tightly, with such force that it seemed as if it could break his bones.

The tinnitus and the sounds of crying, quarreling, and cursing from all around, overlapping each other, shattered the last memory in my mind.

The innermost clothes on my body were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to my back.

Some water stains slid down his cheek to his chin and hit his knuckles, burning Yun Xianhe so much that he subconsciously shook his shoulders.

"Idle Crane?"

"…I'm fine Mr. Guang, you can let me go now."

The brave man who finally freed himself from the illusion spoke calmly.

He slowly pulled his hand out of Conan's and hid it under the blanket covering his legs.

He lowered his eyes to hide the coldness in his eyes and asked in a casual tone:

"Are we at the garage yet? Come to think of it, this is my first time going through the front door. I used to go through the side door because I was afraid of being caught by Mr. Guang."

Although it was a joke, there was no trace of smile on the other person's face.

Conan was silent for a moment, twisted his hands unconsciously at his side, and then stood on tiptoe to press the elevator button beside him.

He seemed not to notice Yun Xianhe's tears. He just handed him a pack of tissues and said casually:

"It looks like next time, I can just chase people through the side door."

"Ha ha……"

The short laugh was drowned out by the sound of the elevator arriving.

Zhu Fu Jingguang pushed Yun Xianhe in the wheelchair, and Conan was responsible for closing the door and pressing the floor button.

During the brief tinnitus, Yun Xianhe sorted out his emotions.

At the same time, he took a deep breath and tried to calm the murderous intent that was always emerging in his heart.

Calm down, brave man.

The two people on the side looked at Yun Xianhe at the same time, then turned their heads away, not knowing what they were thinking.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was standing by the car door, put out the cigarette in his hand when he saw Yun Xianhe and others coming over.

"Let's go. For dinner, Hagi said he would buy the ingredients. Xianhe, do you want to eat anything?"

"It will be all right."

Matsuda Jinpei looked at Yun Xianhe several times in the car's rearview mirror.

The person who felt the gaze slowly raised his eyes, and after seeing that it was Matsuda, he gave the other person a stiff smile.

Looking at the other party's awkward expression, Matsuda sighed softly:

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

"……Feel sorry."

The man, who did not mean to accuse anyone, scratched his black curly hair in annoyance.

He looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who seemed to be autistic sitting in the passenger seat, and then glanced at the child in the rearview mirror who seemed to be full of hatred and resentment.

What happened? Didn't he go downstairs early?

What happened to these three? Did they quarrel? It doesn't seem like it.

Matsuda became more and more confused the more he thought about it, so he decided to give up thinking and ask Morobushi Kagemitsu directly later.

The group of four returned to Yun Xianhe's cabin.

Looking at the person who was tremblingly climbing the stairs, Jinpei Matsuda walked up and carried the person up.

"??"

"Matsuda?!"

"Don't worry Guang, I'm just sending him up."

The sudden dizziness made Yun Xianhe, who was already in poor health, feel a little nauseous.

The person who was being carried up the stairs always felt that he saw the scene of Mr. Guang throwing away his wheelchair and rushing over subconsciously.

However, perhaps because Jinpei Matsuda's movements were too fast, Mr. Guang had no chance to stop him.

After watching Yun Xianhe, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, being sent upstairs, Conan, who was downstairs, turned around and started whispering to Zhu Fujingguang.

"Which room do you live in?"

"Right, second room. Mr. Jinpei, you can put me down now."

"Tsk, if you're not feeling well, just stay put. It's just a few steps away."

Yun Xianhe, who was being carried, raised his hand to adjust his glasses and sighed slightly.

Suddenly I felt that Mr. Guang’s method of holding the wood was very good.

Yun Xianhe, who was thrown onto the bed, even bounced up a bit.

A man with multiple inflammations, mild dizziness and muscle weakness collapsed on the bed, with no intention of moving at all.

Matsuda, who had originally planned to send the person up and then go down, sighed when he saw this:

"Would you like to change your clothes yourself or should I help you?"

"???"

Yun Xianhe, who just wanted to lie down and relax for a while, raised his head in surprise and looked at Matsuda Jinpei.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of joking, Yun Xianhe waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, I can handle it myself, Mr. Zhenping. You can go talk to Mr. Guang."

"Okay, remember to call someone if you need anything."

"Uh-huh."

Seeing Matsuda Jinpei leaving the room, Yun Xianhe raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent sweat, then turned over and buried himself back in the quilt.

The faint scent of grass and wood on the pillow lingers at the tip of my nose.

The man lying on his side took out a small commemorative coin on a rope from the system warehouse.

[“This is not an ordinary coin, it is a lucky coin! I have stored all my good luck in it. I wish Ayun a smooth trip!”]

Yun Xianhe gently stroked the texture on the coin with his fingertips, then raised his hand and slowly placed it on his forehead.

"…May the sun shine as usual."

·

Kenji Hagiwara bought a lot of ingredients.

At least Yun Xianhe, who was half asleep when he was called downstairs to eat, was a little confused when he saw the table full of dishes.

He glanced at the calendar on the wall, confirmed that today was just an ordinary day, and started eating the food in front of him.

Being sick can easily affect your appetite, but it’s not a big problem for Yun Xianhe.

He knew clearly that he needed energy to recover his strength, so he just ate his meal in big mouthfuls.

The hero eats very elegantly, which makes others who watch him unconsciously develop an appetite.

However, the way they swept through the table today really shocked the rest of the people at the table.

"Wait a minute, would you like another bowl of rice? Or another bowl of soup?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang picked up some food for Yun Xianhe, but was afraid that he would eat too much.

"Xiao Yun looks very energetic. Very good, very good. Eat more and you will be healthy. You will get better faster."

Kenji Hagiwara on the opposite side praised him a few words, then turned around and glanced at Jinpei Matsuda who was sitting next to him and also eating.

In fact, if you look carefully,

It can be seen that although Matsuda was eating, his eyes were on Yun Xianhe the whole time.

And there seemed to be some fighting spirit burning in his eyes. (?)

Realizing that the other party might be competing with Yun Xianhe in eating, Kenji Hagiwara's mouth twitched.

He thoughtfully opened a can of beer and handed it over:

"Xiao Zhenping, eat slowly, don't choke."

Conan held up his juice and forgot to drink it because he was so shocked.

He glanced at his bowl.

He looked at the two people who had already started eating their second bowl, and for a moment he didn't know how to pick up his chopsticks.

Yun Xianhe accepted the challenge (?) and showed his true strength (?),

Successfully surpassed Jinpei Matsuda at the fastest speed!

Success! ...I ate so much that my stomach hurt.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was also slumped on the sofa, taunted:

"Only those who survive are the real winners. You still have a lot of practice to do, kid, it hurts!"

Hagiwara Kenji tapped Matsuda's forehead with his finger and handed him two digestion tablets:

"Here, this is a prize for Xiao Zhenping."

"...How can you use digestive tablets as prizes?"

The man who covered his head muttered something with his hands on his chest, but finally ate it obediently.

Yun Xianhe, who also received the digestive tablets, put it into his mouth and slowly chewed it into pieces.

Conan looked at the other person chewing something and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Fortunately, at least he looks much more lively than when he just got home in the afternoon.

"Brother Xianhe, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, I just feel tired."

After saying this, Yun Xianhe yawned lazily, raised his hand to rub his stomach, and looked at Matsuda Jinpei:

"I will win next time too."

"Hmph - just compare and you'll know."

The two inexplicably childish guys took advantage of their respective "parents" being away and made an appointment for the next fight. (?)

"Conan, you be the witness. If Mr. Jinpei loses to me again next time, you have to buy me ten boxes of puzzles."

"Okay, then if you lose you have to give me two models you made yourself."

"make a deal!"

Conan, who inexplicably became a witness, twitched his lips.

Looking at Zhu Fu Jingguang coming out of the kitchen, he coughed twice at Yun Xianhe.

With the 'stroke' hint from last time, Yun Xianhe instantly understood what Conan meant this time and lazily lay down on the sofa.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Guang. The relationship between Mr. Jinping and I has been greatly strengthened just now. So I decided to go and play with him more often when I have nothing to do in the future."

"That's right!"

The brave man said this with great confidence, and the curly-haired Mazda beside him echoed him.

Kenji Hagiwara, who came out of the kitchen later, twitched his lips and smiled helplessly.

If he and Hiro hadn't heard it in the kitchen just now, they would have believed it.