Conan: I'm teasing Conan in Mingke

"It turns out that Miss Xia Mei has been living in Paris since she was 20 years old!"

Kosaka Natsumi nodded: "Yeah, so my Japanese is weird. I still remember a sentence that left a deep impression on me when I was a child."

Yuanzi asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"

"Baruxue Nikukadame." Kosaka Natsumi smiled a little embarrassedly: "I think it should be Baruxue who bought the meat?

But I have no impression of this person’s name at all.”

Conan was sipping orange juice when he suddenly noticed that the color of Natsumi Kosaka's eyes seemed to be different.

"Ms. Xia Mei's eye color..."

Kosaka Natsumi smiled and moved closer to Conan: "Yes, it's gray.

My mother and grandmother are the same color, and I think it was passed down to my great-grandmother.”

Xiaolan looked at Pu Siqinglan: "Come to think of it, Miss Qinglan's eyes are also gray."

Sonoko echoed, "Really? Are all Chinese people gray?"

"Most Chinese people have orange-brown eyes."

Kurokawa Keizawa couldn't help but say it out loud.

"Eh? That's it."

Yuanzi looked as if he had learned something new.

"So, Kurokawa-san's eyes are actually red."

When talking about eye color, Xiaolan suddenly subconsciously looked at Kurokawa Keisawa's eyes.

It seemed that she had never seen anyone with red eyes.

"Oh, really."

"Oh, this." Kurokawa Keizawa touched his eyes and said, "It's actually a disease.

Because my eyeballs are naturally colorless, they reflect the natural color of blood."

"Eh, is that so?" Natsumi Kosaka covered her mouth in surprise.

I didn’t expect that such beautiful red eyes could be a disease?

What a pity.

"Speaking of which!" Xiaolan clapped her hands to clear up the slightly heavy atmosphere.

"Miss Qinglan's name means Green Orchid, and there is also a word "Lan" in my name."

Pu Siqinglan smiled and explained: "You are reading it in Japanese pronunciation, the Chinese pronunciation should be Qinglan."

Such poor Chinese...

"Qinglan?" Yuanzi followed Pu Si's pronunciation of Qinglan and read it again.

"Yes, Qinglan, my last name is Pushi, so it's Pushi Qinglan."

No~ Qinglan...

What a strange way of reading...

Kurokawa Keizawa almost couldn't help but cover his face and laugh.

Is this what it feels like to be a Russian pretending to be a Chinese and read Chinese?

Xiaolan was stunned by the trick: "The pronunciation of 'Lan' in Chinese is the same as that in Japanese."

I can only say that they are almost the same, with a slight difference in pronunciation.

But it was obvious that no one could hear Kurokawa Keisawa's inner complaints.

The chat continues.

"Yes, your last name is pronounced Maori in Chinese."

Cat ~ profit.

Hahahahaha...

He couldn't help it...

Someone tell him a sad story.

Xiaolan nodded: "So, my name is Maoli Ran, the pronunciation is so cute."

Can it not be cute?

After all, it's a cat~Li...

puff……

Sonoko pointed at herself and said, "What about me?"

"Ms. Suzuki, your Chinese name is pronounced Suzuki Sonoko."

Suzuki meatballs...

How could this person say such horrifying words so calmly?

He was really about to fail.

Why are the emotional training I did before no longer effective now?

Is it because he likes to have fun?

This fun is really nice...

It’s much more fun than many of the fun things I had before…

"From what I can see, Qinglan should be about the same age as me, right?"

Kosaka Natsumi looked at Pu Siqinglan.

Pu Siqinglan nodded: "Yes, 27 years old."

"Sure enough, what month was she born?"

"May. May 5th."

"My date is May 5rd, just two days away!"

Conan began his daily self-explosion: "Then both of you are only one day away from me!"

The reputation of the little master of self-exposure is well-deserved.

Kurokawa Keizawa took the opportunity to glance at Xiaolan while drinking tea.

Xiaolan showed a rather shocked expression.

It's so much fun.

"When is your birthday, Kurokawa-san?"

Conan looked curiously at Kurokawa Keisawa beside him.

"me?"

Kurokawa Keizawa blinked.

To be honest, he didn't remember much.

After all, he had lived for quite a long time, and he couldn't quite remember when he was born.

He vaguely remembered what he said in his previous life.

Seems to be……

“It’s October 10th.”

The one who answered Conan was not Kurokawa Keisawa, but Rinya.

Kurokawa Keizawa looked over in surprise, and saw Rinya's serious face saying with certainty: "It's October 10th!"

"Rinya-chan really cares about his brother."

Natsumi Kosaka clasped her hands together, she also wanted a brother like this.

But Conan felt that this matter was not simple.

From Kurokawa Keizawa's surprised expression just now, we can tell that he actually didn't tell Rin about his birthday.

Then why does Rin remember it?

Is Rinya's memory loosening?

It seems that I should find some time to ask about it.

Soon, it was dusk again.

After the tea party, Xiaolan looked at Kurokawa Keizawa and Rinya: "Kurokawa, do you want to go to the deck with us?"

"Let's not do that. Rin and I will go back to the room and rest for a while."

"You played with Rin all day yesterday, so you must be very tired. You should have a good rest."

Kurokawa Keisuke nodded and took Rin back to the room.

To be honest, I was a little tired after the big battle yesterday.

Nanba is probably an old monster who has lived for more than 200 years, and he has only mastered his abilities not long ago.

If you don't try your best, that guy will probably escape.

However, thanks to the experimental data provided by Nanba, he discovered that the blood of the vampire ancestor actually had no effect on him.

He can kill people normally, and he can also kill aliens normally.

That's good news.

As soon as he returned to the room, Kurokawa Keisawa lay down on the bed.

Rin followed closely behind, nestling in Kurokawa Keisawa's chest.

After staying in Xiaolan's room for so long, the smell on my body was almost gone.

Now I don’t mind Rin sticking to me too.

"Take a short break. Dinner will probably be some time away."

Lin also nodded and hummed slightly.

"elder brother."

Rinya's hug tightened a little.

"Aren't you curious about why I know your birthday?"

Kurokawa Keisawa paused.

"Not curious."

Of course he wasn't curious.

He already knew that Lin was Jingxing.

It’s not surprising at all that Jingxing knew his birthday.

He had never been the kind of person who would remember his birthday.

After all, he is just a machine without any family affection and only needs to know the mission.

Those adults never thought about celebrating his birthday.

But every time his birthday comes, Jingxing will invite him out to celebrate his birthday.

In some ways, Rin can also recover his memory, which should be a good thing for him.

In this scientific world where there is little common language, having someone you can talk to makes you feel less lonely.