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

"Dad, did you help me get my ID?"

The short elementary school student lay on the soft bed, holding up his phone and asking in a low voice, "Brother Tangmu gave me the file, I wrote it down."

"Well, I asked two friends to help me do it."

There was a hint of laughter in Kudo Yusaku's voice, and his tone was steady but a little joking, "But fortunately, the inspections abroad are not strict, otherwise you would really become an illegal resident."

Conan sighed and patted his bed, "It's all because of those people..."

No useful clues have been found so far.

The only clue is that Tang Muching has a close relationship with those people. Even the silver-haired man who hit him with a black stick has some unclear relationship with Tang Muching.

But he had no way of telling Tang Muqing directly.

Tang Muching was under the control of the Black Organization, and even though he was in danger, he still did not forget to protect him.

If he confessed to Tang Muching, he might be heard and found out.

Conan thinks he didn't reveal much, but he was still not cautious enough. It was reasonable for Xiaolan and his childhood sweetheart to discover his identity, but he was not close to Tang Muqing. However, the other party still discovered it and quietly helped him fill in the gaps.

Conan hung his head and said sullenly, "I was too careless."

Kudo Yusaku:…

He suspected that his son had been PUA'd. Why did he suddenly become so unconfident?

Didn’t you used to run around with your head held high and feel confident every day?

Kudo Yusaku chuckled and asked, "How was the course that Mr. Karaki arranged for you?"

"Really? Can't cancel it?" Conan was even sadder. "I'm still an elementary school student, why do I have to learn high school content? Although I already know how to do it, that's not why he arranged college content for me after the placement test. And there's also dance class, dance class!"

Kudo Yusaku:…

I wanted to laugh, but when I thought about the shallow father-son relationship between Shinichi and I, I held it back.

"But Mr. Karaki is right." Kudo Yusaku suppressed his smile and whispered, "We should find out the talents of children while they are still young. We should arrange a wide variety of courses but not to master them. After confirming their talents and interests, we can reduce the irrelevant courses. These irrelevant courses can also make you not shy in social situations when you grow up."

Conan blinked, "Then are there any detective courses? Aren't my talents and interests obvious?"

"Shinichi, detectives also need a lot of knowledge. Even if I write a detective novel, I need a lot of knowledge reserves." Kudo Yusaku chuckled, "The criminals and victims you meet come from all walks of life. Although you already know a lot, it doesn't prevent you from knowing more, right?"

"I know..." Conan sighed and said sadly, "But I'm so busy. I don't even dare to say a few words to Brother Tangmu."

Although he was smiling, he gave people an inexplicably fierce feeling, as if he would take off his glasses, roll up his hair, and roll up his sleeves to beat him up in the next sentence.

"That's good, at least you can learn how to protect yourself." Kudo Yusaku chuckled, not caring about his son's mental state at all.

Reckless people should be disciplined. He originally planned to go back to China with Yukiko to teach Conan what it means to be cautious. Now it seems...

It seemed like she was no longer needed, but that didn’t matter, Yukiko’s fun was still there and she could go back and play some more.

Conan no longer had the idea of ​​complaining to his father. After hanging up the phone, he stood up, stood in the bedroom and looked around.

Tang Muching doesn't like sleeping on tatami. His house is filled with soft mattresses and carpets. There are desks and chairs by the window, and computers and game consoles are placed on the carpet next to the bed.

Conan sighed, walked out of the bedroom with heavy steps, and planned to find Tang Muqing to talk.

Although I can't say it directly, I can use metaphors, right?

Just as I walked out of the room and hadn't turned around, a gloomy voice came from above my head.

The butler in a black tuxedo stood in the corridor, looking at Conan with a perfect smile on his face, "Master Conan, where are you going? Are you hungry? Or do you want something to drink? I'll prepare it right away."

Conan: ...

Putting aside the housekeeper's mysterious preparations, he wanted to complain about Tang Muqing raising a child like this, would he really not raise a lunatic? !

No, if he is raised like this, he will probably become a lunatic with good qualities but no morals.

Why is it immoral? Because Tang Muching himself is immoral!

Conan looked at the butler with a half-mooned look, "Where did you come from?"

He encounters this problem every time he comes out. Doesn’t this butler ever take a break?

Hearing this, Butler Ishii smiled gently, "I've always been here."

Conan: ...

Very good, perfect answer.

Conan turned and walked upstairs, his shoulders drooping and looking helpless, "I'm going to talk to Brother Tangmu."

"Oh." Butler Ishii responded and picked up a tray from the side. "I just happened to be sending a bedtime drink to the master of the family. Master Conan, please come with me."

Isn't this a coincidence?

When the head of the family gets annoyed, he can take Conan away.