Non-mainstream Conan viewing style

The small theater is back

The camera slowly zooms in, and what comes into view is a lively scene in a class of Teitan Elementary School. They are busy preparing for the school festival program - "Little Red Riding Hood".

The camera turns to the two main actors, Conan and Huihara Ai. They are quietly preparing in a corner, and there is a hint of tension in the air.

Ai Huihara, the brown-haired girl, had her hands behind her back in her school uniform skirt, which swayed gently as she moved. She lowered her head and looked at the boy in front of her - Conan. He sat on the sofa, his hands on both sides, his glasses taken off and clamped between his right fingers. His left hand gently grasped the fabric under him, and quickly let go before he saw Ai Huihara's eyes sweeping over.

Conan listened to the thumping of his heart in his chest, as if all the tension was concentrated on this moment. Huihara Ai had already leaned over, with one leg bent and propped up on the sofa. Her brown hair fell, blocking the fluorescent light and casting tiny shadows. Conan's sight began to become flustered. He didn't know where to look in order to appear polite and focused.

Haibara Ai snorted softly and held Conan's tense cheeks with both hands. The distance between them became very close, and Conan could hardly control his sight. He tried to look directly into Haibara Ai's eyes, but he only lasted for a second before his eyes moved away.

Conan Edogawa was "clamped" by Ai Huihara, and took a deep breath, tension and shame lingering in his heart. His thoughts kept drifting, from the brand of lip balm to the secret of Ai Huihara's hairstyle, and whether she used hairspray.

"Look up." Huibara Ai's voice was clear and calm.

"Oh, okay." So, the reasoning about the brand of the lip balm failed and could only be hastily concluded - after all, it would not be a product from a two-dollar store or a ten-dollar store.

Conan raised his head obediently, his eyes slid across the high nose bridge, jumped over the whirlpool-like eyes, crossed the two thin and long eyebrows, and finally reached the top of the head. Conan couldn't help but wonder, what is the secret of Haibara Ai's hairstyle?

However, his nervousness seemed to fade away slowly in such wild thoughts.

Conan's eyes suddenly turned cold. Huiyuan Ai anxiously warned: "Don't blink, if it falls out again, I will never help you again!"

After a while, the sourness faded, and the things in front of him became strange because of the different states of his two eyes. In Conan's eyes, Haibara Ai's face was pulled out with a circle of rough edges, and in the sun, it seemed to be coated with two layers of gold, a little too sacred.

"How is it? It's your first time wearing contact lenses. Are you getting used to it?" Huihara Ai bent down and asked Conan. The audience's hearts also came closer to the screen, as if they could hear their conversation echoing in their ears.

"Don't get so close suddenly?????? Get used to it. There's another one, put it on too." Conan's voice was a little trembling, but more of it was firmness and expectation. The audience also felt the changes in his heart, as if they had experienced this growth with him.

After the practice with the left eye, the right eye was much smoother. Conan's random thoughts just came to the question "Did she use hairspray?", and then both eyes suddenly became clear.

"How is it?" Haibara Ai asked again, this time she didn't bend down to get closer, but just stood in front of him with her arms folded.

Very clear. Conan wanted to say this, but please forgive me that humans always have some unusual ideas at some point. He raised his head and said as sincerely as possible: "Come closer and let me see."

This is so awkward. I can almost feel Conan's embarrassment and shyness caused by lust.