Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

The winter sun shines into the house through a layer of transparent glass. A small tea stove is placed on a small table. The teapot makes a gurgling sound of evaporating water, and tea leaves and various dried fruits rise and fall in it.

A policeman with black curly hair lazily leaned aside, biting a small snack in his mouth and sighing vaguely, "Corruption, really corrupt..."

A police officer on duty helped deliver money to a criminal last night, and today he went to the criminal's home to eat, drink and have fun together, but he was not at work.

If I tell anyone about this kind of life, someone will have to write a letter of denunciation.

But there is no way, because his good friend is now half a criminal.

Jinpei Matsuda sighed, swallowed the snack in his mouth, and reached for the teacup.

He looked at the empty cup and without any hesitation handed it to the man who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet reading a book, "Pour me some tea."

Tang Muqing:...

what?

Tang Muqing looked at the Japanese version of child psychology in his hand, and looked up at Matsuda Jinpei in confusion.

His eyes moved from Matsuda Jinpei's curly hair to his, then he turned back to pick up the teapot and fill the other's cup. His tone was inexplicable but not gloomy, "Not many people dare to order me around."

Hearing this, Jinpei Matsuda raised his eyebrows.

He glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was resting with his eyes closed on the lazy sofa, "Really? But it seems that others can order you around, such as my good friends and those criminals."

"Oh, either a relative or a lover, which one are you?" Tang Muqing laughed, raised his hand and touched the back of Zhu Fujingguang's hand. When the other party opened his eyes, he pulled the blanket beside him to cover Zhu Fujingguang's legs and explained in a low voice, "It's a bit cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded drowsily, leaned on the sofa, warmed by the sun, and fell asleep again in the blink of an eye.

On the side, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but lower his voice, "I don't mind becoming your relative..."

As he said that, Matsuda Jinpei smiled and his playful eyes fell on Tang Muqing, "Brother?"

"Call me brother. I like to hear people call me brother. Of course, I don't mind if you want to call me dad." Tang Muqing smiled and fooled around, continuing to flip through the book in his hand.

Not far away, Conan, who had gotten up early to test Tang Muqing but was assigned a series of homework, finally finished it and came to Tang Muqing with the notebook in his hand, and fell into silence as he looked at the few people smiling in the sun not far away.

He was lying on the desk doing his homework, and these people were just here basking in the sun, eating snacks and chatting?

How could this be possible!

And...how on earth did Tang Muqing coax people? Why did he seem to be even better than me...

Forget it. He doesn’t know how to coax anyone. Xiaolan hasn’t cared about him for several days.

Conan walked over sullenly, placed the several notebooks in his hand in front of Tang Muqing, and knelt beside him with his head down.

"Have you finished writing?" Tang Muqing raised his eyebrows and casually opened Conan's homework book to look at it carefully.

Originally there were no workbooks, but since Tang Muching was used to taking care of children, there were always brand new notebooks at home, even textbooks and extracurricular books were prepared.

Tang Muqing flipped through a few pages and threw the notebook into Conan's arms, "Take it back and rewrite it. Your mind is not at peace. There is nothing wrong with the answer you wrote, but the handwriting is messy and sloppy. This is not something you should write."

Conan: ...

Conan looked up blankly, "But I've finished writing."

"Yes, so rewrite it." Tang Muqing smiled, drew a grid on the homework book, and said calmly, "The elementary school courses are not difficult, so it's okay to add some extracurricular activities for you, right?"

Under Conan's incredulous gaze, Tang Muqing divided the two hours into a small grid and slowly filled in the words, "Mathematical Olympiad, Go, calligraphy, piano, dance, judo, English, French, Portuguese, Spanish, oh yes, and learn Chinese."

Tang Muqing arranged Conan's schedule for a month, and looked at the filled form with a satisfied smile.

He turned his head to look at Conan and smiled gently, "How is it? Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

Conan: ...

Conan looked at the limited free time he had every day and felt that he would never be able to go out and solve cases again.

He raised his head with a sad expression, trying to save himself by acting like a spoiled child, "Brother Tangmu~~~"

"Stop." Tang Muqing stretched out his hand to cover Conan's mouth, with a gentle and irresistible smile on his face, "This is all for your own good. Don't you like Shinichi very much? How can you be as smart as Shinichi if you don't learn these?"

Conan: ...

Oh, I got it.

If he doesn't learn it himself, he won't be able to demonstrate Kudo Shinichi's skills and intelligence. Only if he learns it will he have an excuse to go out and solve cases.

Conan blinked, "But isn't that a bit too much?"

So full!

Except for meal time, he was given one hour of free time every day, and even his commuting time was arranged for memorizing words and ancient poems!

"A lot?" Tang Muching was unaware.

He picked up the schedule and shook it, frowning slightly. "Is this a lot? This is not even half of what my brother has. Every night before going to bed, he has to lie in bed and memorize 20 words to help him sleep."