The Journey of the Light-type Superpower

Really, it was still summer yesterday, but today it snowed heavily when I woke up early in the morning. Who can understand such a day? Zhao Lan complained in his heart as he walked.

She was walking slowly home with two large bags of things she bought from the supermarket. When she passed by Kudo's house, she stopped.

Watching the Kudo couple sneaking into his house.

Zhao Lan slowly revealed his crescent eyes. What the hell are this couple playing at?

I guess he came back because of the incident with Shinichi.

Forget it, let his parents take care of the kid's problem. Shaking his head and pretending that he saw nothing, Zhao Lan carried the things back home.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Kenji sitting on the sofa: "Hey, you came back early today, Kenji."

When Yanji saw her come in, his eyes lit up. He walked up to her, took the things in her hand, put his arm around her waist and gave her a passionate kiss.

After a long while, the two separated in an uneasy mood: "I missed you."

Zhao Lan's voice trembled slightly: "Is there something good? Why are you so happy today?"

Hearing Zhao Lan's words, Yan Er smiled widely, looking as happy as if he had won a prize: "My vacation has been approved, Lan-chan. Bring Yan Yan with you in a few days, and we'll go out and play together."

Infected by his smile, Zhao Lan couldn't help but smile: "Okay, I'll follow your instructions on where to go this time."

Kenji happily picked up Zhaolan and went straight into his bedroom: "Arashi-chan, it's still early for the child to come back. I missed you."

What responded to him was Zhao Lan's passionate kiss...

The other father and son who learned the news in the evening, one was bubbling with excitement, and the other was covered in black air.

Zhao Lan lowered his head and pecked the corner of Matsuda's lips, giving him a comforting kiss. There was nothing he could do, because he didn't have any vacation.

The next night, Zhao Lan was at home preparing the things that the three of them would need for their departure the next day.

Kenji was in a good mood and ignored Matsuda's pestering of her. She forgave him, and he and Arashi-chan had a two-day and three-night romantic hot spring trip, which was enough to make Xiaozhen feel sour for a while.

The next morning at the table

“Hahahaha…this kind of thing actually happened.” Matsuda, who was sitting opposite Kenji, who was dressed in black, wiped the tears from his eyes while slapping his legs and almost getting a stitch in his side from laughing.

Zhao Lan was also speechless. Who would have thought that it was already January, but when he woke up this morning it instantly turned into October.

There are still several months left before the application holiday for the second year of graduate school...

"Arashi-chan." Kenji looked at Zhao Lan with tears in his eyes.

Yanyan, who was standing by, saw Yan'er looking so lost and got into his arms to comfort him: "Dad, don't be sad. I'm going to school today too."

Yan'er paused, "Dad is not sad." As he said this, his eyes drooped. He held Yanyan in his arms and let him sit on his lap: "...Son, you are so considerate."

“Pfft ~ I’m sorry ~, hahaha, sorry, sorry…” Matsuda’s big eyes narrowed into crescents due to frequent laughing, forming a sharp contrast with Hagiwara and the other person opposite him.

...Zhao Lan shook his head and ignored the two childish ghosts. He packed up his things and went to Sayuri's grandmother's place.

On the way back, I passed by the Mouri Detective Agency and ran into Xiaolan who was carrying a bunch of things.

"You just came back from outside, Sister Zhaolan."

"I just went to see my grandma. Let me help you carry it upstairs." Zhao Lan saw that it was difficult for her to go upstairs with a bunch of things, so he walked over and helped her carry two bags.

"Thank you, Sister Zhaolan." Xiaolan said embarrassedly.

When the two entered, they saw a pile of beer cans on the table in front of Maori Kogoro. Seeing the two people coming in, he raised his hand lazily: "Zhao Lan is here, please sit down."

"Uncle Maori."

"Yuanzi introduced me to a kind of tea that is said to be very delicious. I just bought some. If Sister Zhaolan is not in a hurry, why don't we have afternoon tea here?"

"Hmm? Okay, I'll be alone if I go back now. And I happen to have some snacks that someone gave me, which go perfectly with your tea." Zhao Lan opened the snack box in his hand.

"Ah, it's this store's snack. It is said that it tastes great, but it is hard to buy." Xiaolan said in surprise as she looked at the logo on the box.

"Huh? I really don't know about that. I met a music fan when I went to buy snacks. She happened to be the owner of that store." Zhao Lan called Yanyan and asked him to come directly here to find her after class.

He went into the kitchen and asked Xiaolan for a small plate, then brought out the snacks.

"Oh, it's worthy of being a famous dessert shop. The cake tastes really good." Kogoro Maori scooped out a small piece of cake and put it into his mouth and exclaimed.

Just then, Xiaolan brought out tea, and Maori, Kogoro and the other two enjoyed their afternoon tea leisurely.

When the three were chatting, they suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. Xiaolan was pouring tea when Zhaolan got up and went to open the door.

The visitor was a dark-skinned boy who demanded to see Kudo as soon as he came in...

Zhao Lan was puzzled: "How did you find this place to look for Shinichi?"

"It's you, Kudo's woman. Where is Kudo Shinichi? Tell him to come out." The person didn't wait for Zhao Lan to speak and started talking to her.

... Zhao Lan turned to look at Xiao Lan: "Where did this fool come from? Didn't he even ask what the person looks like before coming here?"

He stepped aside to make way, and motioned for him to look inside: "The real owner is there."

Xiaolan looked at the person who came and said speechlessly: "Shinichi is not here."

The visitor's eyes were dazed for a moment: "Hara, it turns out to be you, where is Kudo Shinichi, ask him to come out..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Lan, looking him up and down. Who was this person? Was he also from this family?

"You are so rude. I told you Shinichi is not here anymore."

At this time, Conan walked in sneezing all the way. Zhao Lan raised his eyebrows slightly. Isn't the real boss back?

Yanyan, who came in after him, saw Zhaolan's eyes light up and came to her side: "Mom." Yanyan sat beside her obediently and looked at the big brother curiously, who was darker than him...

The visitor saw the child calling the girl "Mom" as soon as he came in, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Mom, Mom?"

Is it her child? It looks about the same age as them. You can't tell that she already has a child this big.

Zhao Lan's Half Moon Eyes: "...Although we both have dark skin, it's obvious that I can't give birth to a son as old as you."

"Puff~...cough cough!!" Uncle Maori patted his chest hard while wiping the spurted tea.

The dark-skinned boy's face flushed red: "You, you, what nonsense are you talking about? That's not what I meant."

"Dad, you are such a fool." Xiaolan suppressed her smile and turned around, pretending to wipe the table with a cloth...

Zhao Lan got up and went to the kitchen to get another small plate, and put a piece of cake on each of Yanyan and Conan. After thinking about it, he decided to get a piece for Heipi as well...

Zhao Lan walked out and handed them the cake. Hei Pi was looking around with an unhappy face, and suddenly a plate was stuffed into his hand. He was a little confused for a moment: "Ah, thank you, thank you."

"Thank you, thank you...Ahhh!!" Conan looked like he had lost all hope in life. The cold made him feel very uncomfortable.

Zhao Lan looked over and said: "Is Conan's cold so serious?" Is this kid too weak?

Xiaolan took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Conan's nose, muttering: "Conan, what happened to you and Shinichi? Why did you both catch a cold? Is it the flu epidemic these days?"

Hei Pi immediately perked up when he heard this: "You said you didn't know where Kudo was, but you knew he had a cold?"

Xiaolan smiled and said, "Phone. Sometimes he would call me to tell me about his recent situation and ask about my classmates."

"Did he ask you about that?"

Xiaolan suddenly realized: "Now that you mention it... Shinichi seems to always be talking about his own things, and never asks about me."