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

In the evening, the primary school students packed their schoolbags and changed their shoes. After the bell rang, they walked out of the classroom and went home in groups of two or three.

At the school gate, a low-key black vehicle, spotless, was parked quietly on the roadside.

Conan was walked together by his friends, with his head down, thinking about how to explain to his teacher the fact that he called Tang Muqing early in the morning when he got home in the evening.

Although he didn't spend much time with Tang Muching, he could definitely feel what kind of person he was.

Everything else is easy to deal with, except sleep, which cannot be disturbed. Otherwise, I will frown and scold you with a cold face.

"Graybara Ai..."

The little girl was muttering the name of her new classmate. She just saw a girl with a cold face walking past. Before she could say hello, she saw her walk out of the school gate without any pause and stood on the side of the road waiting for something.

Ayumi tilted her head, looking at her new classmate curiously. She couldn't help but grab Conan's arm and walked forward. She stopped three steps away and hesitated, not knowing whether she should go up and say hello.

The vehicle backed up a little, the door opened, and a gentle woman's face appeared.

Miyano Akemi got out of the car and squatted slightly in front of her sister, looking at her with a gentle smile, "Did you have a good time at school today? Did you make any friends?"

Hearing this, Sherry lowered her eyes, "Just like that."

What's fun about elementary school? It's just that my sister feels both distressed and strange about my appearance and can't help but show concern for me.

"You seem very happy?" Miyano Akemi smiled and touched her sister's head, placing her palm next to the slightly opened car window.

A fair-skinned hand stretched out from there, holding a small cup and placed it in Miyano Akemi's palm.

Sherry's eyebrows jumped and she raised her head slightly to look at the gap in the car window.

The hand was slender and white without a single scar, except for a pink mark on the palm left after the wound healed. There was a plain gold ring on the middle finger, and the joints looked particularly fragile.

Miyano Shiho retracted her gaze, "He's here too?"

"I was invited to the school for a talk, and it just ended, so I came to pick you up." Miyano Akemi smiled slightly, unscrewed the straw of the cup and handed it to her sister, "I made yogurt last night, and it just fermented this morning. I brought it to fill your stomach, in case you get hungry before dinner."

Miyano Shiho nodded, biting the straw and got into the car through the open door.

The imaginary person was sitting in the car. He was sitting by the window with his legs crossed, his eyes slightly lowered as he looked at some message on his phone, with his other hand holding a coffee cup which was shaking slightly.

Some water droplets condensed on the outer wall of the disposable coffee cup, sticking to the man's fingertips, making them look particularly rosy. The deep color of the coffee was transmitted through the transparent cup, making the lines of the hand look particularly superior and the skin color more noticeable.

Tang Muqing looked back at Miyano Shiho who was sitting obediently, with an ambiguous smile on his face.

Pretty good.

But it's true, among the kids in the Junior Detective League, Haibara Ai is indeed the more well-behaved one, at least from the perspective of her parents.

Before Tang Muching could say anything else, a faint sound came from outside the car window.

"Haiyahara-san is on the bus!"

"Is she the eldest lady?"

"I haven't had the chance to make friends with Haibara-san yet."

"Conan! Say something!"

Tang Muqing:...

Children’s thoughts are indeed shallow and laughable, but they are also very childlike.

Tang Muqing lowered the car window, his eyes fell on Conan, and he said calmly, "Conan, get in the car."

Conan looked up suddenly, looking at Tang Muqing's calm face with an unspeakable surprise or horror.

She didn't smile too gently, nor did she have a cold face. She just looked normal with a slight smile on her face. Her eyes were slightly curved, revealing a little light brown. Even in the dimly lit car, there was a soft light, making her eyes sparkle.

Conan blinked, said goodbye to his friend quickly and got on the car before Tang Muqing spoke again.

The vehicle moved slowly and there was silence inside except for the slight sound of an elementary school student drinking yogurt.

In the silence, Conan seemed to sense a bad atmosphere, and quietly approached Tang Muqing, stretched out his hand to pull the other's sleeve, and whispered in a low voice: "Brother Tang Mu, you...you came to pick me up, why didn't you say anything?"

"What did you say?" Tang Muching seemed a little surprised. He threw his phone away and continued to drink his coffee. "That you are an illegal resident, that I was woken up after less than two hours of sleep to deal with these problems for you? That I waited here for half an hour but you didn't recognize my car when you went out?"

Conan: ...

Conan lowered his eyes, "You have so many cars, how can I remember to come here?"

"Oh, is it my fault?" Tang Muqing sneered softly, raised his hand and poked Conan's head with his fingertips, pushing it slightly away, with a teasing smile in his eyes, "Why? You want me to get off the car and wait for you, and when I see you, I will run and hug you, and finally hold you up and spin around?"

Go dream!