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

"Brother Tangmu..."

In the study, the little boy sat on a high chair and leaned on the table. He looked at the man flipping through his homework opposite him with a puzzled and confused look, and asked curiously, "Karaki brother, are Miss Mingmei and Miss Huihara...sisters?"

Miss Mingmei is as gentle as a robot. No, even robots are not as gentle as Miss Mingmei.

When I first met Miss Mingmei, I felt that there was a kind of unspeakable sadness in her, but now this feeling has completely disappeared, and even brought a sense of growth, as if every day of her life has happy things and expectations.

But Huiyuan Ai...

He gives people a feeling of indifference and calmness, like the cold test tubes and machines in a chemical laboratory, without any emotions. Only in front of Miss Mingmei does he have a little bit of emotion.

If Haibara Ai is a member of the organization, then what about Miss Mingmei? Was she deceived or is she helping to cover it up?

Does Tang Muching know their identities?

Is Tang Muching safe or in danger?

Hearing this, Tang Muqing raised his eyes.

He casually stuck two notes into his homework book and tapped his fingertips on the table. "You seem to have raised an ethical question."

Conan looked up blankly, and when he met those light brown eyes, he came to his senses, "No, no, no, I just felt that the age gap between them was too big, so I wanted to ask if she was an adopted sister."

"Oh."

Tang Muqing responded, then lowered his head and frowned, "Calculated, each page of your homework has only a 60% accuracy rate. How can you still have the mind to think about other people's family affairs?"

Conan blinked innocently.

Ever since I got full marks on the paper, I have been assigned so many classes that I have no time to go out and find out the truth of the incident, so!

I learned how to control my score!

As long as I perform well and neither bad nor excellent, Tang Muching should not arrange any study courses for me, right?

"In this life... ah no... in all these lives, I can actually meet another person who controls my score." Tang Muqing seemed to be using deep breaths to suppress the anger and irritability in his heart. He raised his hand to press his temple and half closed his eyes. "But Conan, you and I are not related by blood so that I can show mercy."

Control the points.

The reason for controlling the score is also very important, right?

If you fail, you will be scolded, and if you are too good, you will be used as an example, so you control your grades.

He can accept this reason, but he absolutely cannot accept Conan treating him like a fool and pretending to be innocent!

Tang Muqing said calmly, throwing the homework book back to him. "I'm just a temporary guardian. I don't need to worry about your academic performance. So you..."

He stood up, smiled and spread his hands, "Looks like I should take you back to Mr. Maori's house."

Conan: ...

In fact, he has had this idea recently, but he feels that even if he returns to Xiaolan's house, he will not be as free as before. After all, those courses will not be withdrawn.

Tang Muching looks easy to talk to, but actually he has a lot of rules. There are strict rules about where he can go and where he cannot go at home. His life seems too free, but in fact he is restricted to doing things that a primary school student should do. Even a bug cannot be put on Tang Muching.

sad.

The detective really turned into an elementary school student here.

"I was wrong." Conan jumped off the chair and stood in front of the table with his head down. "I will do my homework well next time."

I can't leave. I absolutely can't leave before I confirm Haibara Ai's identity.

A sharp blade was not only hanging over his head, but also over Tang Muching's head. He couldn't let Tang Muching fall into danger.

"Oh." Tang Muching responded and rummaged through a suitcase next to him.

Under Conan's puzzled gaze, Tang Muqing carried the suitcase and placed it on the desk, revealing one after another of the heavy-looking "knowledge" books. "They are all yours. I don't need the solution process, I just need the answers. Of course, I will confiscate the answers to the exercises that come with the textbooks."

Feel the power of Chinese education!

The reason Conan can update so many episodes is because it has too little homework!

If the parents are asked to do everything from standing in the corner to copying as punishment, how can Conan still run around?

No, if I had just checked the identity information when I entered elementary school, Conan would have been finished.

Tang Muqing patted Conan's head and said, "Study hard."

Conan: ...

Conan watched in silence as Tang Muqing walked out of the study in a very casual manner, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know the identity of Huiyuan Ai?"

Tang Muqing:...

So bold?

Do you really think that there will be no eavesdropping devices or surveillance cameras in your study?

Tang Muqing looked back at Conan in surprise, his delicate face full of innocence, even more sincere than Conan's expression, "Should I still care about the families of my employees? Am I so idle every day?"

"No, I'm talking about what she did just now..." Conan opened his mouth, but suddenly saw the door behind Tang Muching opened silently, revealing the black muzzle of a gun.

The little girl, who was not even ten years old, held the gun in both hands, stared at Conan expressionlessly, and raised the gun in her hand.

Conan: ...

Conan's face froze for a moment, then he raised his head and forced an innocent smile, "Because... because we all like her very much!"