Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe, who played video games with Hagiwara Kenji at home for a whole day, successfully won the titles of "well behaved" and "well behaved".

Looking at the two people who were "handing over the task" over there,

Yun Xianhe calmly opened his cell phone.

"Xianhe, Xiaolan and I are going to travel to Izu, do you want to go?" - Suzuki Sonoko

[“Hey, how about we go to the beach together?”]

[“I remember there seems to be a sea nearby. I can go there after submitting my data to the association.”]

[“I think so.”]

[“It’s settled then!”]

'go! '

I sent a message back to the other party promptly.

After receiving the time and meeting place sent by the other party, Yun Xianhe quickly put away his phone.

Hagiwara Kenji, who had just finished chatting with Morifushi Keimitsu, glanced at him more.

Yun Xianhe smiled at the other person obediently, sitting upright with his hands folded in front of his abdomen.

He looks like a rich young master with a pale face.

Kenji Hagiwara blinked after coming to this conclusion.

Well, it’s not strange. After all, this guy was originally like that.

"Then I'll go back today. I'll see you again if there's a chance, Xiaoyun."

"Goodbye Mr. Hagi, I'll come visit you when I have the chance."

"it is good."

Only Yun Xianhe and Zhu Fu Jingguang were left at home.

Looking at the person moving "Yaqilina" into the house, Yun Xianhe cleared his throat:

"Mr. Guang."

"Ok?"

"I'm going out to play tomorrow."

They want to go out and play, too.

The man holding the flowerpot paused.

Zhu Fujingguang turned around and looked at the person sitting obediently in the wheelchair. He looked him up and down, as if asking:

Do you want to take a look at your own situation first?

“Ahem, um—”

The man who felt that he had no persuasive power coughed twice and turned his head slightly:

"It was Sonoko and the others who asked me to go out with them. And from a medical point of view, staying at home all the time is not conducive to recovery."

The person who felt that this made more sense the more he spoke nodded affirmatively and even made a small concession:

"If you think I need to rest a little longer, Mr. Guang, I can tell Sonoko that I will meet up with her the day after tomorrow."

"..."

Zhu Fujingguang pursed his lips:

"You can't stand up, can you?"

"…I just don't have enough strength."

Yun Xianhe's whispered explanation answered Zhu Fu Jingguang's doubts.

He said that with Yun Xianhe's personality, there was no way he would obediently sit in a wheelchair.

Of course, this does not apply if it is a sudden impulse for fun.

Seeing Zhu Fujingguang's face was a little ugly, Yun Xianhe thought about it and explained a little:

"I checked myself and it seems that I hit a nerve when I hit my head the day before yesterday. It may also be partly due to the sequelae of the high fever."

"But don't worry, Mr. Guang! He will be fine within a week!"

The punishment will be over after a week, and things will get better no matter how bad they are!

Yun Xianhe spoke lightly.

Zhu Fujingguang tightened his fingers around the flowerpot.

He wanted to analyze the pros and cons of going out with the other party and persuade him to stay at home.

However, the brave man looked at him with his sparkling heterochromatic eyes, full of expectations.

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought again of what happened yesterday when the other party suddenly cried.

He began to think that if he didn't agree, the person in front of him would cry.

Very strange intuition.

Not getting an answer, the hero pinched his fingertips nervously.

"Can't you?"

"…The day after tomorrow, let me let you go out after you have a day's rest, okay?"

"Really? Great!"

It turns out that there is only one compromise and countless times.

Looking at Yun Xianhe, who seemed to have recovered his energy and spirit in an instant, Zhu Fu Jingguang let out a long breath.

There was no way, he just couldn't be cruel.

Maybe... he was afraid that the child would once again show that look of trying hard not to break.

It is better for a brave man to smile freely.

·

"Wuhu! Beach! BBQ!"

"Wow! Brother Xianhe! Look at the road, there's a pothole! It's flying?! It's going to flip over!"

"Yeah! No, no, relax!"

on the beach,

A wheelchair sped past at an incredible speed.

Wherever it went, it raised clouds of dust and left behind a series of children's exclamations.

Yuanzi, holding a camera, stood there, watching the shadow that flew past quickly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

I always feel that the style of painting is not quite what she imagined.

The man in the wheelchair who had been driving Conan around drifted neatly and stopped in front of Suzuki Sonoko and Xiaolan.

"Thank you, Sonoko, for inviting me out to play!"

Looking at Yun Xianhe, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a pale face, Yuanzi was a little worried:

"Are you okay? If it wasn't for this little brat telling me, I wouldn't have known you were sick."

"If you knew, you definitely wouldn't ask me out to play."

Yun Xianhe winked at the other party cunningly, and rubbed Conan, who was held in his arms and forced to race around.

The latter obviously had not yet recovered from the intense feeling of stimulation and even felt like vomiting.

"That's true, but remember to tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Of course, speaking of which, where is Mr. Guang?"

"Brother Midorikawa said he wanted to buy some cold drinks."

Xiaolan, who was standing by, finished speaking and glanced at Conan, who seemed a little dizzy in Yun Xianhe's arms:

"Conan was surprised for quite a while when he heard that you were coming yesterday."

"Hey - Conan, are you saying bad things about me behind my back again?"

Conan finally calmed down and pushed his crooked glasses, saying righteously:

"I'm worried about you."

"Hehe, I'll just believe your words for now. Ah, Mr. Guang is back."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was not far away, couldn't help but quicken his pace when he saw Yun Xianhe waving at him.

"Is it hot?"

"It's okay, the wind is very comfortable today."

Yun Xianhe smiled helplessly as he watched Zhu Fu Jingguang take out a straw hat from behind him.

He extended his hand to accept the other party's kindness and said:

"Mr. Guang, I'm actually almost well now. The wheelchair is just in case."

"I know, don't stay in the sun for too long."

"Hai Hai Yi——"

Yun Xianhe, who got the cold drink at room temperature, maneuvered his wheelchair to the parasol they had set up at the beginning.

After simply adjusting the wheelchair into reclining mode, he half-closed his eyes and watched from afar Conan and the others who were running to play in the water.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting on a sun lounger nearby, looking at his phone and typing from time to time.

I don't know if he was discussing his recent 'temporary job' with anyone.

The wind blew the boy's hair on his forehead, and the illusion began to build from his side.

The orange-haired burly man walked excitedly towards the beach carrying a fishing rod and a bucket.

[“I’m going to catch a big one today!”]

[“Oh oh oh! Fishermen never compromise!”]

The sun that rushed out beside him was holding a small bucket and a shovel in his hands, obviously coming to catch fish in the sea.

During this rare holiday, everyone changed out of their usual professional suits and took out the few casual clothes they had.

Even the ghost loosened the bandage on his face and instead used a large pair of sunglasses to cover the upper half of his face.

Cotton, who was applying sunscreen at the side, looked at the glowing white skin exposed under the other person's shorts and endured it.

Couldn't help it.

The bottle of sunscreen whizzed past my head.

The ghost, who was drinking a cold drink, looked at the bottle stuck in the sand and broke out in a cold sweat.

【"?!cotton!"】

[“Damn it! Why are you so white!”]

【"ah?"】

The ghost who was asked was stunned for a moment.

He looked at his arm, then at Yun Xianhe and Bai Yue Changsheng who were also lying on the beach blanket beside him.

He glanced again at the two people who had climbed onto the reef in the distance and were preparing to fish.

It seems that he is indeed the whitest.

The ghost who noticed this question for the first time rubbed his chin, a little uncertain:

[“Maybe everyone in my family is white? Or maybe it’s because the wizard’s robe protects against the sun.”]

Hearing what he said, Cotton became thoughtful and sat down on the beach chair.

[“I want a whole cape too?”]

[“I think it’s feasible. Didn’t they develop a sun-proof cloak a few days ago? I think you can buy one and try it.”]

[“That thing doesn’t look good, but it looks like a one-piece raincoat. Wearing it makes you feel like a walking tree stump. You can’t use your full power in a fight.”]

Cotton looked a little disgusted when he heard this suggestion.

The ghost smiled.

Indeed, that thing seemed to be made of some tree bark. The seller seemed to say that it was designed to preserve the local style, and the pattern was also the original texture of the wood.

Very weird anyway.

The magician drew out his baton and pointed at the bottle of sunscreen in the distance.

The bottle hit the sand with quite a bit of force, and when it was pulled out it raised a lot of dust.

【"Give."】

【“Thank you.”】

[“You’re welcome. Just don’t throw the bottle at me next time.”]

[“Tsk, you managed to dodge it anyway, didn’t you? It seems like Xiao Xianhe’s training on you is good, your skills are getting better and better.”]

The ghost decided not to argue with the other party and snorted, then leaned back and rested his head directly on Yun Xianhe's lower abdomen.

[“Yun, Cotton is going to murder your best magician.”]

The brave man, who was lying there drowsy and about to fall asleep, reached out and rubbed the other's semi-long hair, and hooked the slightly curly hair ends with his fingertips.

[“It’s okay. I’ll stop it for you.”]

After hearing this, the ghost raised his chin towards Cotton as if to show off.

The latter laughed, applied sunscreen, and lay down on his blanket:

[“Just take advantage of Xiao Xianhe’s pampering.”]

[“You are jealous.”]

[“Huh? I’m jealous of you? What a joke! Sir, who do you think is the most favored person in our team?”]

[“Brave man.”]

An irrefutable result.

The person who was about to fall asleep smiled, half opened his eyes, looked at the sky outside the parasol, and took a deep breath:

"The weather is so nice."