Conan Dressed As Gin

"Cut." Conan pouted and opened his mouth to say something unconvinced. But he froze for a moment, wary that he was starting to relax involuntarily.

...where did his vigilance go? Just wanted to bicker with Gin? And gin... bicker!

Conan was petrified by his own thoughts.

The other party is gin, so I can't relax. He admonished himself again.

No matter what Conan was thinking, Shan Heqing led Conan back to the room first. He booked a standard room with a double bed.

To be honest, expenses other than tasks are not reimbursed, and Gin is not keen to earn extra money outside of tasks, and income is always lost.

He is usually just a standard room to deal with.

Now that he Shan Heqing has become a gin, and his skills are not good, he can't make extra money or perform tasks in a short time. More money to be saved. How could it be possible to make an exception for two rooms for Conan!

Being a killer is so poor! why is that! Shan Heqing was indignant. He has already thought about it, if Conan dares to protest, he will not even sleep on the bed! Let him sleep on the rug!

Shan Heqing doesn't care about the abuse of pseudo-children.

"Try to do sit-ups and push-ups separately, let me see how much you can do." Shan Heqing took out a pen and paper and instructed.

He has already thought about the general training plan, and only the details are left to determine how much to set for Conan.

At the same moment, in the Maori office in the heart of the city, Xiaolan seemed to be watching TV, but her eyes showed that she was absent.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, but she was still watching TV, it was because she couldn't sleep.

"Don't know if Conan had a good time today..." she murmured.

She was usually busy worrying about Conan and preventing Conan's dangerous actions. Today, when Conan was picked up by his father, Xiaolan should be relieved, but... She always felt uneasy for some reason, and her heart was empty.

"Why do you always think Conan's father...where did you meet him?" She frowned and thought hard.

"Hu...hu...fifty...nine!" Conan gritted his teeth, held his head, and his body trembled. But he tried his best and couldn't get up again, and was paralyzed on the ground gasping for breath.

A tall and thin man dressed in black stood in front of him, his face full of dissatisfaction.

But this is impossible. At most, he has only slightly trained his skills, and he has not made much progress in physical fitness.

Even if he liked football during his middle school years, and his physical stamina and stamina were sufficient, it was only relative to ordinary normal people.

Not to mention now that he has become a seven-year-old child...really...

Shan Heqing stared at the notebook in his hand for recording, only to feel a headache.

The limit is fifty-nine crunches. Seventeen push-ups. Squat up seventy-three. Physically, it's a mess, but it's also in line with the body of a seven-year-old child who has not undergone rigorous training, and the stats can be improved.

In other respects, he also did tests. Conan is very agile, and his running speed is much higher than that of children of the same age. Strong sense of balance, excellent psychological quality. The hand is also very stable.

Although the endurance is not enough, the load-bearing is okay, and the weight can be more than ten kilograms heavier than his own body weight.

From this point of view, Conan is very suitable to be an excellent killer.

Such an idea flashed in Shan Heqing's mind for a moment, and then he shook his head and stuffed it back into his mind.

What are you thinking! I was unknowingly affected by the inertial thinking of Gin!

Conan was tossed by Shan Heqing for several hours, until late at night, when he collapsed on the bed exhausted and could not say a word.

Shan Heqing watched this scene with satisfaction.

It's fine if you don't have the strength to oppose him.

He has already written out his plans for Conan. Conan is simply too weak now, how can he fight against the organization in the future.

Thinking of this, Shan Heqing couldn't help but glance at Conan who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

It stands to reason that Conan will be very vigilant against him, it is impossible to just fall asleep like this.

But Jinjiu was clearly going to teach him, how could he do anything to him at such a time after spending so much time and trouble. That's why Conan fell asleep at ease.

Shan Heqing glanced at the plan again, saw nothing wrong, and left the paper on the bedside table.

He still decided to go back to his place and go to sleep. In the end, it's still not enough to work at home, and not enough vigilance when sleeping. I dare not sleep with Conan.

In the cold late night, the man in black gradually blended into the black night scene. Lonely back.

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