Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The midday sun is a bit disturbing.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar lampshade above his head, he was confused for a moment.

The scent of grass and trees surrounds my nose, and there is a soft blanket under my palms.

The perfect thickness, coupled with air conditioning, makes it so comfortable that you don't want to move at all.

Wait a moment……

Where is this? !

The person who realized belatedly that he was not in the bedroom sat up and looked around vigilantly.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang realized that he was sleeping in Yun Xianhe's bedroom, he was completely stunned.

Why is he here?

Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his hand to cover his forehead, carefully recalling everything that happened last night.

However, apart from the memory of eating dumplings with Yun Xianhe at the dining table, I remember nothing.

Could it be that he got drunk and ran into Xianhe's room?

Hiss...is his drinking behavior so bad?

Wait, if he sleeps here, what about Xianhe?

Someone who couldn't remember anything temporarily attributed his amnesia to blackouts caused by being drunk.

The wine was good though.

Although I have a hangover, at least I don’t have a headache.

Zhu Fujingguang got up and thought so, and cleared his throat uncomfortably.

The person who walked downstairs quietly first went to the kitchen to drink a large glass of water, and then began to look for Yun Xianhe all over the house.

Although there were signs of someone sleeping in his bedroom, no one was there.

There was no one in the guest room on the second floor, nor in the utility room or studio.

Only the study is left.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang opened the door, he did not immediately notice the person who had blended in with the books and blanket in the corner.

The man who was still not fully awake raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, making his already messy hair even more messy.

"Strange... Could it be that he went out?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who didn't find the person, sighed lightly and planned to go back to find his cell phone to call the person.

snap,

A book slid down the tilted blanket and hit the carpet.

Zhu Fu Jingguang paused as he was about to leave.

He looked back at the pile of books lying on the blanket in the corner - it looked like a landslide.

By the way, Xianhe bought so many books...the whole room is filled up.

Should I clear out the utility room or attic someday and customize some bookshelves?

Thinking of this, Zhu Fu Jingguang walked into the study.

He picked up the book that had fallen to the ground, found an empty spot on the bookshelf, and successfully stuffed it in.

Look at the books scattered on the ground.

As a mature life assistant, Zhu Fujingguang subconsciously started to clean up.

The books were taken away one by one, revealing the pile of blankets underneath.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who did not notice that the thickness of the blanket seemed a little bit strange, piled the books aside, and the idea of ​​"re-cleaning a room and turning it into a spare study" became more serious.

The man who was daydreaming did not notice that the blanket under the pile of books moved.

The hand that was stretched out was caught by the blanket (?) that suddenly rose up.

Before Zhu Fu Jingguang could react, the scene in front of him suddenly flipped, followed by a dull pain from his ribs hitting the spine of the book.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was pinned down into the pile of books by the quick, accurate and ruthless grappling technique, groaned unconsciously.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a muffled question from behind him:

"Mr. Guang?"

"…Xianhe?"

This is very embarrassing.

Yun Xianhe loosened his hand upon hearing the familiar voice, rubbed his swollen forehead, and said vaguely:

"I'm sorry Mr. Guang, I just dreamed that someone was attacking me, so I attacked subconsciously... Are you okay?"

"It's okay, Xianhe, why are you sleeping here?"

Zhu Fujingguang struggled to sit up and rubbed his ribs. Looking at the man in front of him who was coughing repeatedly, he asked with some concern:

"Did I disturb your sleep?"

Is that why you ran to the study and hid in it to sleep?

"Hmm? Mr. Guang, don't you remember?"

"…Why?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned when he suddenly heard this.

He looked at the man who had a sleepy face and obviously did not sleep well, and felt guilty for no reason.

Could it be that he drank too much and went crazy?

【You are so bad. 】

113 in the system space looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was sweating coldly, and smiled with glee.

Yun Xianhe rubbed his face twice to try to sober himself up a bit, then snorted in his heart:

'You already knew that, didn't you? I'm not a good person in the traditional sense.'

[He is obviously a good person. ]

'Maybe. Sometimes, a lie that's both real and fake sounds more real, doesn't it?'

113 understood his host's theory and did not refute it.

When 113 noticed the time, he said "Huh?" in a somewhat curious tone.

[How strange! Is it already late autumn? ]

Yesterday was clearly Chinese Valentine’s Day.

'Time in this world is very messed up. Luckily I turned on the smart air conditioning system before going to bed, otherwise I would definitely catch a cold if I was exposed to cold air all night.'

[Hey, big brother, if it's still autumn in the next few days, how about we go camping! ]

It just so happens that he can use the skin he bought before to play with everyone!

Yun Xianhe was very tempted by 113's proposal, but he was not sure whether it would still be autumn in the future.

Those who don't want the small system to be lost silently echoed in their hearts:

"Hmm - good idea. But wait till I get some sleep for two days..."

You really can't drink too much rainbow drinks.

[Yeah, then I'll go to the warehouse and find the camping equipment in advance! ]

'Just pick the ordinary one.'

【okay! 】

Everyone here is planning a trip.

On the other side, Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a long time but couldn't remember what he had done.

He looked at Yun Xianhe who was sitting listlessly among the books, and asked with gritted teeth:

"Can you tell me what I did?"

"Hmm - let me think. Because he had a nightmare and ran into my room, crying and asking me not to die or something like that?"

"??…cry,?"

After hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his finger and pointed at himself in disbelief.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who nodded, Mr. Guang felt as if he heard the sound of something petrified and shattered.

A brave man who was temporarily blind seemed not to notice his abnormality and continued to count on his fingers and talk about everything that happened last night.

This includes but is not limited to pushing the other person back to bed and telling bedtime stories...

"Mr. Guang seems to like the book I'm telling you about very much. He fell asleep quietly after listening to just two pages. If Mr. Guang wants, I can also read a story book to you tonight--"

“S-Stop talking…”

The blushing life assistant looked very helpless.

But the smiling person in front of him acted harmless and showed him his wrist which had marks from being squeezed last night.

"Mr. Guang kept holding my hand last night and cried so hard."

The purple finger marks were imprinted on the boy's porcelain-white wrist, looking like a bracelet.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at his own "atrocities" in disbelief, his brain completely shut down.

[Sir, I think your words are a bit ambiguous.]

'What ambiguity?'

113, who was rummaging through things, paused, stammering and unable to speak.