Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 705: Getting Fat

Conan remembered the bowl of soup that was served on the table when he accidentally visited the magician's territory before.

Although he didn't get to drink it in the end.

Regarding Brother Xianhe's craftsmanship...do you want to ask Mr. Midorikawa secretly?

Hattori was very interested in this.

"Then I'll stay at your place for another day tomorrow and try your cooking skills. But are you okay? Have you recovered from your cold?"

The hero who secretly added more food to his lunch box freed up one hand and gave Hattori a thumbs up:

"Absolutely no problem!"

It’s too late to talk.

Obviously, a sick body needs a lot of rest to fully recover.

In addition to the reasons of wound inflammation,

And my nerves had relaxed a little because of the concern of those friends.

Look, the hero is such an easy-to-please person, a little bit of care can make him come alive.

The thin line dragging towards the abyss loosened a little from around the neck.

Tons of fatigue and laziness came over me belatedly.

After finally staying together with these people to completely solve the case, the brave man fell into a deep sleep on the return bus and did not wake up until he arrived at his doorstep.

Of course I can’t wake up.

The high fever that had originally subsided returned again at some point in time.

Two days.

I slept intermittently and in a daze for two days.

During this period, Yun Xianhe found himself in the hospital, but his physical and mental strength could not support him to escape from there.

Sleepiness always came over him a second before the panic came, sweeping him into those chaotic dreams.

By the time Yun Xianhe woke up completely, he had already returned to his bed in his room.

The worried and distracted expression of Morobushi Keimitsu that I saw when I opened my eyes intermittently, and the appearance of Conan and Xiaolan sitting beside him and watching over him, all seemed like a dream.

However, the subtle smell of disinfectant on his body told it all.

[How did you sleep, sir?]

"It's comfortable, but I don't want to do it next time."

The brave man said weakly as he sat up, holding his head.

There was a thin layer of mist on his half-closed heterochromatic eyes, making him look like he was not fully awake.

The wound on the neck was bandaged with new gauze, and there was an unfamiliar smell of medicine.

Yun Xianhe guessed that maybe during the time he was unconscious, Zhu Fu Jingguang and others sent him to the hospital and asked the doctor to help remove and re-bandage the wound.

Probably because they were afraid that the wound would become infected.

However, it was obvious that those medicines were much less effective than the ones he usually used, and they had no analgesic effect.

Yun Xianhe narrowed his eyes as he felt a slight pain radiating from the side of his neck.

Then, he took a bag of energy jelly from the system space and sucked it up.

I almost fainted from hunger.

[Well - nothing important happened in the past two days anyway, so it's okay to sleep for a while. You haven't rested for a long time. ]

113 still has some selfish motives.

After all, in the entire time-travel bureau, the most hardworking person, apart from those who have a blood feud and swear to go back for revenge, is definitely his host.

Of course, even those people might not be able to compete with Yun Xianhe.

Completing ten thousand mission worlds is no easy task.

The pressure of working non-stop and the tense nerves.

Nothing in the world is as hard as cornerstone, but 113 is still afraid.

This meteor that is rushing forward desperately will one day no longer be able to bear it and will shatter from the inside out.

Yun Xianhe heard the other party's concern and no longer refused. He replied in that unique, lazy tone with a smile:

"Okay, okay, my personal butler, I will pay attention to my personal rest."

Yun Xianhe said this, then completely got up from the bed and stood barefoot on the carpet.

The fatigue from sleeping for two days dissipated with the sound of joints rubbing against each other.

Yun Xianhe stretched his body, let out a breath, walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.

Bright sunshine and beautiful summer.

The rustling sound of water drops hitting the flowers and leaves is like a morning symphony.

The brave man half leaning against the guardrail first glanced at the person downstairs who was watering the flowers and fiddling with his phone, then looked up at the blue sky in the distance with tiny white clouds.

"It's so beautiful..."

This world still has a beautiful side.

The sound of water downstairs stopped briefly.

Before the other party's slightly hesitant voice sounded, the brave man had already lowered his head and showed that person a wanton and flamboyant smile:

"Good morning, Mr. Guang! What a nice day today!"

When Morobushi Keimitsu was greeted good morning, he was stunned for a moment.

The boy's smile in the sunshine is so bright that it seems even more dazzling than the sunny August weather.

The decadence of the past few days was like a flower withering and moldy in a corner of the snow. When the weather cleared up, it was long gone.

The stone in my heart fell back to its original place.

Zhu Fujingguang quickly replied to Amuro Toru with an "OK" and put away his phone.

He imitated Yun Xianhe's movements, raised his hand enthusiastically and waved towards the other party, saying loudly:

"Good morning, Xianhe. Ah, are you hungry? I'll go prepare breakfast right away!"

The man who said this put down the water pipe and walked quickly into the house.

The brave man who was still leaning on the guardrail looked at the other party's hurried figure and said with a smile:

"Mr. Guang seems to be in much better spirits recently. As expected, it is best for him to leave this house to him."

113 in the system space made a small complaint:

[I hope he will be happy then...]

'Huh? Why would you be unhappy if someone gave you a house for free?'

When asked the question, 113 opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.

The host of this stubborn person...

Two days of rest only brought Yun Xianhe's high fever back to a normal level, but rest was still necessary.

So, under the "congratulatory message" sent by Hattori and the silent "blessing" of the little detective's dead eyes,

Yun Xianhe was still unavoidable, so he stayed at home well and honestly, lying in bed for three days.

Three days, three full days!

Do you know how he got through these three days?

The brave man ate a piece of jerky and watched the replay of the comedy skit on TV. He slowly fell backwards until his back rested on the sofa.

The half-tilted head and dead fish eyes give him an expression that says 'I want to destroy the world'.

It's like being locked up for ten years.

The hero, who had nothing left to do, opened his mouth slightly. After a long while, he sighed, almost squeezing out a breath from his throat:

"Ah... so boring."

As expected, if you get caught going out sick, it will be terrible...

And you will gain weight.

The brave man who had eaten all the dried meat and dried fruit in three days thought so, reached into the glass jar on the table, and took out the last piece of dried meat.

113 looked at the pile of empty glass jars on the table, and then glanced at Yun Xianhe who was sitting crookedly on the ground and shouting that he was bored.

Finally, I used my own little piggy bank to shop around in the mall and bought the latest games and snacks.

[Big brother, do you want to play with me? ]

"want!"