Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yun Xianhe's body stiffened in this moment of silence, and then he relaxed as if nothing had happened and sat up straight.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing by, saw that he seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and asked with concern:

"Xianhe? What's wrong?"

"...Haha, I drank too much last night and now I still have a headache."

The person being asked answered nonchalantly, pinching his brows as if in distress.

Zhu Fujing could only see a small hint of blue bags under his eyes.

"Need me,"

"No need. I took some hangover medicine before going downstairs. I'll be fine in a while."

The man with the noisy ears smiled skillfully, raised his chin towards Matsuda Jinpei and the others not far away, and said in a teasing tone:

"It's a rare gathering, Mr. Guang, please stop looking at me and go play with your friends."

Please, please stop talking for a moment.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stared at Yun Xianhe carefully for a while.

After making sure that the other party was really fine, he turned around.

I always feel that Xianhe today doesn't seem to want him to take care of him.

Is it because I disturbed the other person's sleep?

Or was it because he disclosed the other party's birthday information without permission, attracting all these people and causing the other party to feel troubled?

...Probably not.

Probably, it was just because of the hangover.

Despite having a headache and a hangover.

However, the brave man still took out a bottle of wine where Zhufu Jingguang did not notice.

The person who was shouting that he was hungry in the dream had no desire to eat at this moment and could only drink something to numb himself.

One bottle won't make you drunk at all.

What's more, Yun Xianhe had no intention of drinking the whole bottle, and even added a lot of sparkling water into it.

...He just wanted to continue to confuse himself for a short time.

There are too many voices in my ears.

It was clearly just a gathering of less than 10 people, so how could there be more than voices talking in my ears?

Everyone spoke one sentence at a time, chattering non-stop.

For those who raise their glasses, every movement creates an overlapping image - the cycle of friendship repeats itself.

【“Ah, are we being a little too noisy?”】

The noise in my ears seemed to have diminished a bit.

At the table, a young man in a red robe, the top scholar, suddenly thought of something, shrank his neck in fear, and turned to look at Yun Xianhe who was sitting at the host seat.

The boy who accidentally made eye contact with the only pair of heterochromatic eyes in the world shrank his neck and laughed dryly twice:

[“Haha…Sir, am I being a little too presumptuous?”]

The brave man holding the wine cup looked at the most outstanding student he had brought up in this world and chuckled:

"Shouldn't a banquet be a place of great enjoyment? It's a bit too old-fashioned to suddenly think of gentlemanly etiquette at this time, isn't it?"

He spoke slowly through a throat numbed by alcohol, with a hint of laziness and a smile.

Then the young man's already clear eyes lit up again.

Yun Xianhe could see that the other party showed him a bright smile that could be described as the clear sky, and said loudly:

[“Sure enough, the person I like the most is you, sir!”]

"……Yeah?"

[“Of course! Of all the people I’ve ever met, you’re the best one!”]

"Brother Xianhe, what did you say?"

The clear voice of the little detective seemed to have pressed the pause button on the noise around his ears.

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe with some curiosity.

The other party just suddenly said a long string of flower language.

Due to the speed of speech and the ambiguity of the voice, Conan did not hear clearly, and only vaguely understood the last sentence "Isn't it?"

“Isn’t it?”

What is not? What is it?

When asked, Yun Xianhe sobered up for a moment.

The hand holding the cup tightened slightly, and then loosened as if nothing had happened.

The hero raised his hand and pinched Conan's cheek, then said with a smile:

"I was just talking to myself."

"I know, I mean you're sucking Senmu, stop rubbing it!"

The little detective, protecting his cheek, accused Yun Xianhe with his eyes.

The latter chuckled twice and shook the glass of sparkling water mixed with alcohol in his hand towards him.

Tiny bubbles rose from the translucent liquid and exploded bit by bit.

There seemed to be a faint smell of alcohol in the air.

Conan, who had just noticed this, was stunned. He looked up and saw that the corners of Yun Xianhe's eyes were a little red due to being drunk.

The hero winked at him slyly and whispered:

"Just mix them so you don't get drunk, right?"

"……what?"

"Hahahaha!"

As if satisfied with Conan's confused reaction, Yun Xianhe couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It's not a pleasant sound, but it's clear enough.

The little detective half-moon-eyed, realizing that he had been tricked, smiled and said:

"Weren't you hungover last night? Why are you still drinking? Be careful of getting a headache."

"It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem—"

The person who said this turned his head back and poured the entire glass of sparkling water into his mouth.

Water stains flowed down the corners of his mouth, condensed into water droplets on his chin, and then fell onto the untouched food on the plate.

Conan inexplicably felt that the other party was trying to drink him to death.

Seeing someone about to reach out to pour him sparkling water again, Conan quickly reached out and grabbed the other person's sleeve.

The hero, whose movements were restricted, turned to look at him and said briefly, "Hmm?"

Conan realized that the other party was asking a rhetorical question, pursed his lips and whispered:

"Brother Xianhe, you can't drink anymore."

"Hey? Even sparkling water won't work?"

“…Isn’t it wine?”

"It's only in the cup you just drank."

Conan was skeptical when he heard this.

Yun Xianhe broke free from his restraints and poured himself a full glass of sparkling water.

Seeing that Conan was still staring at him, Yun Xianhe narrowed his eyes and handed the cup to him:

"Look, it's sparkling water, right?"

Conan stared at it carefully for a while and then nodded hesitantly.

The hero's lips curled up into a smile, and he raised his free hand slightly to block the side of the cup:

"Don't blink."

The moment the palm passed before my eyes, the taste of lemon sparkling water was instantly covered by a heavy aroma of alcohol.

Conan stared blankly at the large glass of alcohol that had turned purple, and looked at Yun Xianhe hesitantly.

Without waiting for him to speak, Yun Xianhe waved his hand again.

The purple wine in the glass instantly turned into light blue sparkling water.

"???ha?"

“Pfft, hahahahahahaha!!!”

Looking at his silly look, Yun Xianhe laughed out loud without any hesitation.

Conan realized that he had been fooled and laughed dryly twice. He reached out and snatched the cup from Yun Xianhe's hand, and said with gritted teeth:

"Brother Xianhe, you can't lie to children!"

“Hahahaha, but, you, hahahahaha!!!”

You're not a child, are you?

Even though he didn't finish the second half of the sentence, Conan knew what he wanted to say.

Looking at the person who was laughing so hard that tears came out, Conan asked in silence:

"Is it that funny?"

"Hahaha!"

"Stop laughing!"

The person who covered his eyebrows with one hand had his mouth corners exaggeratedly raised.

Conan could see the other person's shoulders shaking and his pale lips tightly pursed, as if he was trying hard not to laugh.

Just when he wanted to say something.

The tears that should have flowed out because of smiling passed through the fingers and slid down the cheeks to the chin.

Conan paused with his mouth half open, looking uncertainly at the man who was covering his eyebrows tightly with the corners of his lips still raised.

"Brother Xianhe?"

His tightly pursed lips trembled slightly, and he murmured as if he was relieved:

“How interesting…”

"…ha?"