Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 388 Reasonable Health

I have to say, the fruit wine here is really strong.

At least when Yun Xianhe returned to the karaoke room with the last skewer,

All I saw was a bunch of people lying all over the ground.

The waiter robot next to them couldn't separate them, so it could only adjust the air-conditioning temperature and then cover them all with blankets.

Hmm... It's similar to the Adventurer's Association's annual meeting.

Yun Xianhe stuffed the last two pieces of meat into his mouth, clapped his hands, rolled up his sleeves and personally separated the people one by one.

The robots will then take them back to the room and settle them down.

The uncle who was carried away seemed to have regained some spirit, and he could even shout to the unconscious Toru Amuro:

"Midorikawa! Let's get together again next time!"

Yun Xianhe, who was standing aside and witnessed everything, pondered for a while.

After a while, he turned around uncertainly and looked at Conan who had come over at some point:

"Are their alcohol tolerance so poor?"

He drank much more than they did, and the alcohol content was actually higher than theirs.

But until now, Yun Xianhe was not very drunk.

Conan had never drunk alcohol, so he obviously didn't know what a person's alcohol tolerance was.

However, he looked up at Yun Xianhe, who was full of energy and even had a slightly rosy complexion.

He glanced at the group of people in the distance who were drunk and unconscious, and said uncertainly:

"Maybe they drank a lot after we left."

"Is that so? Well, it's not a big problem. Let Si Liuyi and the others get some with lower dosage tomorrow."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe remembered something.

He exchanged a bottle of special hangover remedy from the system mall and handed it to the waiter robot waiting nearby.

"Give them each one of them one pill, or they will definitely have a headache tomorrow."

"Okay sir."

After asking the robots to take better care of the others, Yun Xianhe reached out and rubbed Conan's head:

"It's time to go back to bed."

"Brother Xianhe, you have been sleeping for a whole day. Can you still fall asleep now?"

"Hehe - that's just catching up on sleep during the day, what does that have to do with me sleeping at night?"

"..."

Yun Xianhe was unable to fall asleep as he wished.

Fruit wine at the dinner, fruit during singing, a bunch of grilled skewers for supper, and several glasses of iced carbonated drinks,

Success has made the already fragile shell even worse.

The brave man who originally planned to endure it remembered that he would have to do this thing after getting up tomorrow.

No, we can’t delay important matters.

Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe immediately exchanged for an extremely expensive painkiller from the system mall.

Looking at the points that were missing a fraction, Yun Xianhe felt that his already poor family was even worse off (?).

Being expensive has its advantages, it works quickly and has no side effects.

But it's really expensive, and I can buy a lot of French fries with it.

The laws of the world of origin did not give him a discount, even though he was so serious about the task in the first place.

Feeling the pain being suppressed, the brave man casually threw the empty syringe into the system's recycling bin.

I yawned, lay back on the bed with a mess of thoughts, and fell asleep.

·

the next morning,

Conan got up at a normal time, washed up, and successfully saw Yun Xianhe in the restaurant on the top deck.

"Good morning, Brother Xianhe, you got up so early."

"If you want to go out and play, of course you have to get up early."

Conan randomly picked a seat and sat down, looking at the rather bland meal in front of Yun Xianhe, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Brother Xianhe, you...did you have a stomachache all night? Is that why you got up so early?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you eat light food."

How rare.

When no one is watching, will Brother Xianhe be so conscious in controlling his diet?

Very suspicious.

The hero who was drinking porridge glanced at Conan with empty eyes, then stretched out his hand and pinched his chubby face:

"I call this health preservation. Do you understand that it is reasonable health preservation?"

Although he did get up so early because of a stomach problem...

But how could I admit such a thing?

Late last night,

The pain in the body was indeed suppressed, but a series of physical reactions such as stomach cramps were still unavoidable.

Yun Xianhe lost interest in sleeping after being woken up in the middle of his sleep.

I simply ran to the kitchen to watch C347 make breakfast.

That’s good too, he was the first one on the entire ship to have a meal!

The little detective whose face was pinched shouted exaggeratedly:

“It hurts, it hurts! I get it, I get it!”

"Hehe, do you want to have a bowl too? This porridge was cooked early in the morning and it tastes really good."

Feeling threatened(?), Conan immediately ordered a bowl.

After taking a bite, the little detective's eyes lit up, and he looked at this ordinary porridge in disbelief:

"It tastes great! The rice aroma is so strong!"

"That's right, try these, they are all delicious."

Looking at Conan who was captivated by the delicious food, Yun Xianhe knew that he had successfully fooled him.

As time passed, the rest of the people appeared at the table one after another.

As for those people who drank heavily last night, they slept until noon.

Toru Amuro, who was lying on the bed, suddenly woke up and sat up instantly.

When I saw the surrounding scenery, I was still a little confused.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and a warm night light was on in the corner.

Mixed with the elegant fragrance of plants and trees in the air, people can't help but relax.

The undercover police officer, who hadn't had such a comfortable sleep for a long time, took a while to remember where he was.

The tense back relaxed again.

Toru Amuro blinked and raised his hands to press on his eye sockets, trying to calm his surging emotions.

Those complicated dreams became blurred and nothing was left the moment I opened my eyes.

Maybe it was because I had a premonition of crisis and couldn't bear to see him too happy, so I acted a little weird in the dream.

...After all, it must not be a good dream before waking up.

After my chaotic brain calmed down, I gradually remembered the absurdity of the second half of last night.

A group of people persuaded each other to drink and got drunk, but it was okay...

“Really… you’re so lax, huh?”

Feeling the fluffy quilt under his palm, he looked down at his pajamas printed with white ducks, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"...???"

Amuro Toru, with messy blond hair, turned his head stiffly.

I happened to see the clothes hanging on the wall after being washed and even ironed.

…It’s the same outfit he wore yesterday.

Broken.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember who changed his clothes!

Although he knew that he had relaxed for a while yesterday, it shouldn't be this serious!

And these pajamas!

Toru Amuro calmly looked at the little duck printed on his clothes for a while, then raised his hand and patted it on his forehead.

The case was solved.

It was definitely prepared by Xianhe!

Hiro had sent him a similar set before, but he put it in the bottom of his box.

...Did he finally find the opportunity?

(Robots that are professionally equipped to provide convalescent services have a hidden reputation.)