Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

"Hello everyone, my name is Himiko." The little girl stood shyly on the podium, her hands nervously twisted together, "Please...please give me your guidance."

"So cute, so cute..." the children in the class said happily.

Ayumi clapped her hands, turned around and whispered to Huihara Ai in the back seat, "Ai, this classmate Fei looks like Xiaolan."

Yuan Tai beside him nodded vigorously: "Yes, what is it? It really looks like that. Is she Xiaolan's sister?"

Huibara Ai glanced at Conan beside her, then nodded and said, "Yes, she looks alike, but she is Auntie Eri Kisaki's niece, so she can be considered Sister Xiaolan's cousin."

"I see. No wonder they look so alike. Miyuki is a cute name." Genta said with a smile.

Mitsuhiko at the back happily raised his hand: "Hi, you can sit next to me."

Teacher Kobayashi on the podium smiled and nodded: "Yes, Fei-san can sit next to Mitsuhiko-san."

"Ok."

Seeing Himimiyuki walk down the stage, she looked at Conan nervously before sitting next to Mitsuhiko. Haibara Ai looked at Conan with half-moon eyes and whispered, "You are happy now. This time you can grow up with your sister Xiaolan."

Conan sighed: "But she can't remember anything..."

"And she kicked you out because you rushed into the room where she was changing clothes, right?" Huibara chuckled.

Teacher Kobayashi knocked on the table and said, "Okay, everyone should get along well with Fei. Let's start today's class. Speaking of which, everyone will be in the second grade next semester. Are you looking forward to it?"

"Yes!" the whole class answered happily.

After class, Ayumi happily rushed to Himiko: "Hei-san, do you want to join our Junior Detective Team?"

"Young Detective Team?"

"Yes, Mr. Fei, you are a natural member of our detective team." Mitsuhiko said seriously, "You have the same name as Miyabe Miyuki. Miyuki is a very famous detective novel author."

"Wow!" Genta said in surprise, "Isn't that the same as Conan?"

"Yes!" Ayumi exclaimed, "You and Conan are so destined to be together."

"E...Edogawa?" Himimiyuki's face turned slightly red.

"Just call me Conan." Conan raised his hand and said calmly.

"Then Conan, you can also call me Miyuki." Miyuki Hime smiled with a blushing face.

"We, can we too?" Ayumi came closer, "My name is Ayumi, Yoshida Ayumi, you can call me Ayumi."

"And me, I'm Yuanta!"

"I'm Mitsuhiko!"

"Hello, you...can also call me Miyuki."

Huihara Ai propped her chin up with her hand: "Not bad, you integrated quickly, all thanks to you, Edogawa."

Conan smiled stiffly: "You can also call me Conan."

"No! We are not familiar with each other."

On the other side: "A brother invites us to see models this weekend. Miyuki, would you like to come along?" Ayumi asked happily.

"See the model?"

"Yes, it's Kamen Rider!" Yuan Tai made a gesture of rushing out, "Maintaining justice and peace in the world!"

"Wow, that sounds so cool!" said Himiko with starry eyes.

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Suzuki Sonoko stood at the door of the Mori Detective Agency with her arms folded across her chest. She found that the door was not locked, so she walked in and found it empty: "Uncle Mori? Uncle? Oji-san?"

"Stop yelling, stop yelling." Maori Kogoro, with his clothes in a mess, came down from upstairs. "It's you, what's the matter?"

"Where's Xiaolan? Didn't she call in sick? I came to visit her."

"..." Maori Kogoro held his forehead with his hand, "She...she..."

"What's up with her?"

"She went to study abroad." Kogoro Mouri said in despair.

"...Uncle, are you sane?" Suzuki Sonoko slapped the wall. "I haven't seen her since that day at the Beika Central Restaurant. Tell me the truth, where is Xiaolan?"

"Forget it, tell her." Kissingri also came down from the third floor.

"...Aunt Eri? Are you guys back together?"

"No!" Fei Yingli said angrily, "How can I get back together with this guy who doesn't even know how to iron his clothes without Xiaolan?"

"No more Xiaolan?" Suzuki Sonoko grasped the key words.

"No, no, how should I put it?" Hibiki Eri sat on the sofa and patted her side. "Come on, let me tell you about it. That day at the Rice Flower Central Restaurant..."

"..."

"Hey! So! Conan is Shinichi, and now Xiaolan has become a child too?!" Suzuki Sonoko held her face in shock.

"Yes." Kisaki Eri pushed her glasses. "We were also surprised when we learned the truth. But please keep it a secret. As you know, this medicine that can restore youth..."

"Wait, let me sort it out. So now my good friends... two have turned into children, and one seems to have lost his memory." Suzuki Sonoko took out her cell phone with a headache and took a look. "And a classmate in the class asked me to invite Xiaolan to her birthday party."

"..." Kisaki Eri and Maori Kogoro saw that Suzuki Sonoko accepted the reality faster than they thought, and felt a little unbelievable.

"Wait, doesn't this mean that next semester, I will be the only one to face the high school graduation exam?!" Suzuki Sonoko was suddenly stunned.

"...Yes, in less than two months, you will be a senior in high school." Kisaki Eri patted Suzuki Sonoko on the shoulder, "Remember to keep it a secret, don't tell anyone, including your parents. We confessed to you because you are Xiaolan's best friend."

Suzuki Sonoko turned her head suddenly: "What about Xiaolan now? I want to see what she looks like now!"

"Now? Because of Maori Kogoro's condition, I have taken him back to live with me. Today I came here to pack up Xiaolan's things."

Suzuki Sonoko stood up and said, "I want to go see Xiaolan."

"But now she has lost her memory for some reason."

"Eh?!"

"We don't know what happened, and the hotel's surveillance couldn't find anything wrong. Fortunately, after she was awakened by the phone call, although she didn't remember anything, she still found her mother's phone number in the phone book and dialed it. Otherwise, I don't know how serious the situation would be if she ran out and had no memory." Hibari sighed.

"By the way." Maori Kogoro next to him interrupted, "I investigated Karasuma Akimitsu and his basic information. These are what I found." Maori Kogoro took out a folder and handed it over.

"Ah...thank you...thank you." Suzuki Sonoko almost forgot about this.

"But most of the investigations we conducted don't have any photographic evidence," Maori Kogoro reminded, "so I'm not too sure about their authenticity."

Suzuki Sonoko took the folder home and opened it to take a look. "What? He didn't even find out what school he attended. What a confused detective. Apart from some obvious records... what? Age 20? Did he secretly change his age so he could drink? Damn it! Did he live in Hokkaido before? Hikaru's skiing skills are not much different from mine. Why did he live in Hokkaido?"

After reading less than three pages of the biography, Suzuki Sonoko threw the document on the ground and said, "It's such a mess." But Kogoro Mori didn't take the money in the end, so it didn't matter.

"Where did you find the information about Karasuma Akimitsu? The police are investigating this now. It would be very troublesome if something happened to him and the files were kept." Kisaki Eri asked in the Mouri Detective Agency.

"Yeah, it would be very troublesome if one police officer checked." Maori Kogoro smiled smugly while cleaning his ears. "I found all the police officers I know, more than 30 in total, and checked them all. That way, there are so many people on file, so there's no need to worry about any problems."

Looking at the complacent Mouri Kogoro, Kisaki Eri sighed, "Forget it, I'll go home first. Xiaolan should be finished school too. Oh, now her name is Miyuki. Miyuki Kisaki. It has nothing to do with Mouri at all." As she spoke, Kisaki Eri stood up complacently and left with a smile.

"Damn it!" Kogoro Mouri pounded the table in frustration.

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Karasuma Akimitsu suddenly discovered that the flow of time had returned to normal.

"You said it's early January now?" Karasuma Akimitsu put his hands in the sleeves of his men's kimono, wearing a black fur cloak, and walked slowly in Karasuma Manor.

"Yes, Master."

"Yesterday was January 1th?"

Hamura Shuichi was puzzled, but still nodded and said, "Yes."

"Today is?"

"May 1th."

"What about tomorrow?"

"May 1th."

Karasuma Akimitsu touched his chin. It was summer a few days ago, but it might be winter the next day. After returning from the Beihua Central Restaurant, time jumped one day and everything returned to normal.

In the garden, Sally followed behind Karasuma Akimitsu and saw Gin smoking next to a European sculpture in front of her, so she ran over happily.

In a trance, many scenes of Karasuma Akimitsu's interactions with Gin flashed through his mind, and he covered his head slightly.

Gin touched Sally's head, noticed the abnormality of Karasuma Akimitsu, and slowly walked over.

Arriving next to Karasuma Akimitsu, Gin tilted his head and exhaled some white smoke: "What's wrong? Headache again?"

Karasuma Akimitsu grabbed Gin's windbreaker, reached into his windbreaker bag and took out a pair of Seven Stars brand cigarettes. In front of Gin's surprised look, he raised his hands and put them around his neck, pulling Gin's head down a little.

Holding a cigarette in his hand, Karasuma Akiko put the cigarette butt against the flame in Gin's mouth and took a light puff. The cigarette was lit, and the taste of nicotine suppressed the slight headache. Karasuma Akiko exhaled some white smoke and felt that his brain was a little better.

Gin put his arm around Karasuma Akimitsu's waist, still holding the cigarette in his mouth, and bent over to pick him up horizontally: "Your concussion hasn't healed yet, so try to lie down. Let Hamura push the wheelchair next time you go out."

Karasuma Akimitsu, holding a cigarette in his hand, was awkwardly carried all the way back to the master bedroom building behind the main hall of the manor: "I can still walk this short distance."

"...You always reached out for me to hug you when you went upstairs to sleep before." Gin bit the cigarette, his voice a little unclear.

Karasuma Akimitsu was put on the sofa in the entrance hall and felt very strange: "Didn't I live here before?"

"It used to be over at Dracula's villa." Gin sat on another single sofa and threw his cigarette butt into the golden ashtray on the coffee table.

"Oh, this is Karasuma Manor." Karasuma Mingguang complained silently in his heart. No wonder this place feels quite strange and ridiculously big.

"There is only one building over there in Dracula, but here..." Gin recalled, "The three main buildings are the host's activity area, two buildings are servants' rooms, and one is a guest building." A fountain square, seven gardens of different sizes and styles, two swimming pools, a golf course, and three tennis courts. There are more than a dozen guard booths alone, and the entire manor has more than 150 rooms. Gin was too lazy to mention the rest.

"Why did I move here?" Karasuma Akimitsu complained in a low voice, holding the cigarette between two fingers and looking up at the murals around the ceiling of the hall, which was at least three stories high. Oh, this is the master's rest building, and his bedroom is on the fifth floor of this building, a whole floor.

"Actually, that adult doesn't like living here very much." Gin chuckled.

After a lot of memories, Karasuma Akimitsu had vaguely realized that he might have lost his memory instead of traveling through time. He untied the knot of the cloak around his neck, took off the heavy cloak, propped himself up and sat up, throwing the cigarette into the ashtray.

Standing up wearing only a kimono, Karasuma Akimitsu staggered to Gin's side. Because he couldn't move his legs in the kimono, he just sat down sideways. After sitting on Gin's legs, he fell on him.

Gin leaned back a little, let Karasuma Akimitsu rest his head on his chest, raised his hand and slowly pressed his temple, which really relieved Karasuma Akimitsu's headache a lot.

"Don't worry about it if you have a bad headache," Gin whispered.

"I didn't think much about it..." Karasuma Akimitsu snorted softly. This posture was extremely familiar to him. He even began to feel sleepy while resting his head on a man's chest.

Gin chuckled softly and looked down. Karasuma Akimitsu had closed his eyes. His golden eyelashes trembled a few times before he calmed down. Gin put down his hand and stopped pressing his head. Instead, he took out his phone and browsed the news out of boredom. The person in his arms' breathing gradually became steady and regular. As expected, he had fallen asleep.

Sally, who had been following closely, hummed. A dog jumped onto the sofa, stretched out its body like a long strip, looked at the two people on the sofa next to it, and yawned.