Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

[Extraction successful, congratulations to the host for obtaining 'Top-Heavy' (one-time, lasts 30 minutes)]

It feels a bit like hypoglycemia. Did he miss his meal again?

The brave man standing there started counting on his fingers how many meals he had eaten today.

No, after the punishment is over we have to find a place to have a big meal.

[The punishment has been issued and the countdown has begun.]

The sudden dizziness made Yun Xianhe frown slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to hold on to the wall.

Feeling nausea and dizziness were swirling around, the boy pursed his lips, and a moment later a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yun Xianhe raised his hand and pinched his forehead, then rubbed his belly and pouted sadly.

"So hungry..."

The person who stuffed an energy pill into his mouth pushed his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and chose food in the system mall with a blank look.

What should I eat?

He remembered that the Big Mac bread in a small galaxy he visited last time seemed to taste good.

There are grilled sausages! Is the grilled sauce spicy? !

It should be okay to eat one secretly...

clatter,

"Who?"

Yun Xianhe turned around suddenly and felt a black screen in front of his eyes.

He frowned as he looked at the person who was gradually walking towards him, and with the help of the dim street lights nearby, he could barely recognize that the other person was Zhufu Jingguang.

The boy's originally cold gaze gradually softened, and then his heart sank.

If he said that he was here just to watch the fun, would Mr. Guang believe him?

"Hahaha, what a coincidence, Mr. Guang, are you coming to watch the fun too?"

There shouldn't be any octopus balls sold around here, right?

So Mr. Guang came all the way to see him? !

Or... did the other party know he was here from the beginning? !

Low blood sugar combined with the 'top-heavy' punishment successfully made Yun's brain a little slow to work.

"I think I can still struggle a little longer... Hey hey hey! Mr. Guang?! Put me down!"

Yun Xianhe, who was muttering to himself, was suddenly lifted up, and then he felt nauseous.

He placed his hands on Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulders and tried to straighten his upper body. After taking a deep breath, his tone became much weaker:

"I'm just a little hungry..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't say anything.

As if he realized that Yun Xianhe was uncomfortable in this position, he simply adjusted it and held him up vertically.

Yun Xianhe felt like he was a wooden stick being carried by Zhu Fujingguang and struggled for a while:

"Mr. Guang?"

"Mr. Guang - I was wrong, please don't ignore me."

"Woo, woo, woo, I'm so hungry."

Yun Xianhe, whose vision was turning darker, felt that he could still struggle a little longer.

Otherwise, if I really faint from hunger, I won’t be able to explain it clearly.

"Guangxian, eh?"

Yun Xianhe, who was put down, staggered.

He looked up at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was holding him up with his hand, but he couldn't tell from his expressionless face whether he was angry or not.

"Mr. Guang?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed slightly when he felt that the arms he was holding seemed to be trembling.

He supported the person with one hand and opened the car door with the other hand. He took out a small bag from the passenger seat and handed it to Yun Xianhe.

"Here, it's still hot."

The aroma of food wafting in the air made Yun Xianhe blink.

He reached out stupidly, took the bag from the other person's hand and opened it.

After seeing the octopus balls inside, Yun Xianhe opened his mouth slightly, and his tone was even a little tentative:

"For me?"

"Didn't you say you were hungry? Eat this first, and we'll go eat later."

Yun Xianhe looked at the person who was obviously angry but still patiently spoke to him, and smiled stiffly.

"Thank you, Mr. Guang..."

"No need to thank me. After all, we are partners, right?"

[“Please rely on us once in a while, brave man.”]

Sorry, sorry...please don't worry, it's okay.

The hand holding the paper bag tightened slightly.

The boy turned his head to avoid the other person's hand that was about to be placed on his head, and replied in a low voice:

"Hmm...ah - luckily Mr. Guang came, otherwise I might have fainted from hunger just now."

The empty hand curled up slightly in mid-air.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yun Xianhe who turned away as if avoiding something, and continued speaking along with what he said:

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Ramen, the food is served faster."

"I remember there's a very delicious ramen restaurant nearby, would you like to try it?"

"Good!"

The boy, who had eaten and got on the bus, seemed to have regained his former energy.

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the other person's still pale face in the rearview mirror and tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly.

It's okay, there's still time.

This lonely child will always realize it.

·

"Dang! The complete first edition of Sherlock Holmes! How is it? Isn't this a good birthday present?"

"Is this true?! Xianhe, where did you get it from?!"

Conan looked at the pile of books on the coffee table and couldn't believe his eyes.

Yun Xianhe, who was asked this question, thought for a moment:

"It seems like I exchanged it with someone when I was a kid. Well, as long as you like it."

"Changed?"

"Uh-huh, I forgot what I exchanged it for."

A full one hundred points.

Looking at the little detective who seemed a little nervous due to excitement, Yun Xianhe reached out and rubbed his head:

"Just accept it if I ask you to. There's no need to say so much."

"Hey, by the way, when is your birthday, Brother Xianhe?"

Yun Xianhe thought about it for a moment when asked.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was in the kitchen, paused when he heard this, tilted his body slightly and pricked up his ears.

"It was the best day in January."

"…ha?"

"..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang chopped the radish that he was going to use to make soup at noon, and he was obviously a little absent-minded.

Come to think of it, when he and Zero were checking each other's identity information, they didn't get each other's birthdays.

The little detective looked at the person lying back on the sofa with half-moon eyes, and reached out to push up his glasses:

"Is it reasoning? Where are the clues?"

"Hmm? No."

When asked, Yun Xianhe smiled slyly and described it with great emotion:

"At midnight on the last day of December every year, the magician and the guide will predict the weather together to find the best day in January, and use it as the brave man's birthday."

“…Ha, ha, ha, this joke is so dull.”

"I mean it, and it can't just be a sunny day. There have to be clouds in the sky, the temperature is right, there has to be a breeze, and there have to be stars at night."

When Yun Xianhe said this, his voice suddenly became serious.

He moved slightly closer to Conan, and in a low voice he seemed to be recounting some prophecy from the past.

"Another thing, the birthday of the hero must never be announced."

"……Why?"

"Because if someone with ulterior motives knew the true time, they would be cursed."

Some evil rituals require the use of these things to calculate the exact 'best time'.

Feeling cheated, Conan pursed his lips speechlessly, then turned around and continued to look through the pile of books.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Yun Xianhe spread his hands helplessly.

He leaned back and lay back on the sofa, tilting his head to look towards the kitchen:

"Mr. Guang, you believe what I say, right?"

The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board paused for a moment, and then sounded again as if nothing had happened.

Feeling that he was being ignored, Yun Xianhe sighed:

"Alas... No one believes the truth these days."

Ding,

Yun Xianhe straightened up his body after receiving the text message reminder and fumbled on the table to pick up his mobile phone.

After seeing the above content clearly, Yun Xianhe instantly became alert and grabbed Conan's shoulder:

"Conan! Wanna go out and play?"

"what?"

"Editor Mori said someone wanted to adapt a short story I wrote into a TV series. To show his sincerity, the producer invited me to watch their live filming, and I could also watch the acting skills of the prospective male and female leads on the spot."

Yun Xianhe flipped through the long text message.

"I heard that I can see Nachi Shingo and Okino Yoko... and Editor Moriki told me that there will be a festival in a nearby village on the day they invited me!"

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe with sparkling eyes, and felt that he had seen through something:

"You're actually going to attend the festival, right?"

"Well, you can still go to work occasionally."

Haha…do you think he believes it?