"No, no, no, I was wrong."

Conan became even more anxious when he heard that he wouldn't be given the antidote. He had only said that as a joke. If he wasn't given the antidote, wouldn't he really only be able to see Ran in someone else's arms?

"Actually, you're quite good at being Conan."

Guangyou commented from the side, "Look, Ayumi likes you quite a bit. She's grown up to be quite cute, definitely a beauty in the making. You're getting a good deal."

Anyway, he never minds making things worse, and he's very skilled at starting fires and adding fuel to the fire.

Suddenly, Kōyū felt the soft flesh around his waist rotate forty-five degrees, and then he heard Ai's soft, light voice, "How about I give him the antidote, and you take Ayumi too? You won't lose out."

Hehehe.

Conan laughed out loud, but at the same time, he couldn't resist kicking her while she was down, "Haibara is right, you definitely didn't lose out, Ayumi is a beauty."

He found the show truly captivating, but it was a pity there were no melon seeds on the table. Otherwise, watching the show while snacking on melon seeds would have been incredibly enjoyable.

"How is that possible?"

Although the pain in his waist never stopped, Guangyou maintained a calm and composed expression, only the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed his true condition.

Guangyou felt the hands on his waist tighten their grip and quickly said, "I absolutely didn't have that thought. My sincerity is as clear as day!"

Ai then let go of his hand, rolled her eyes at Kōyū, and reached out to rub the spot where she had pinched him, asking, "Does it hurt?"

Guangyou took a breath and then waved his hand: "It doesn't hurt, this little bit of pain is nothing."

Ai asked with amusement while rubbing her hands, "Shall we do it again?"

Guangyou repeatedly refused: "Then forget it."

After chatting for a while, Kōyū realized that Dr. Agasa hadn't returned yet, so he looked at Conan and asked, "Speaking of which, where's Dr. Agasa?"

Conan explained, "He took Ayumi and the others out to eat, saying he was throwing me some kind of celebration party. I was in a hurry to come back and find you, so I slipped away first."

Almost no one knew about the bomb being defused except for Mitsuyu; they all thought Conan had actually disarmed the bomb and escaped death.

Kōyū could picture the pitiful look on Ayumi's face as the explosion was about to happen, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Childhood feelings can last a long time, and Ayumi will eventually remember her feelings for Conan.

However, this relationship went astray from the very beginning, and it was destined to have no future. I wonder how heartbroken Ayumi will be when she finds out the truth.

To put it another way, Ayumi didn't do anything wrong. She met a good-looking guy, so it's normal for her to have a good impression of him. Plus, Conan has a wealth of knowledge, so it's normal for her to develop a vague feeling over time.

Innocent Ayumi met the wrong person at the right time...

I feel sorry for Ayumi right now...

Conan stayed for a while longer before leaving. He really didn't want to see the two of them being so lovey-dovey; it was just too much of a pain to watch.

Thinking of this, Conan raised his head and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle: "Conan is having a tough time. I should go back and find Ran."

...

What do you want to eat tonight?

Kōyū looked at Ai, reached out and pinched her nose, and said, "You cook lunch, I'll cook dinner."

Ai leaned on his shoulder, her eyes closed, her voice slightly languid: "Whatever, everything you make is delicious."

Guangyou rested his chin on her smooth forehead and said, "How about I cook an authentic Western meal?"

Ai straightened up, looked at Kōyū, and asked, "Are you saying that what I made wasn't authentic?"

Kwang-woo shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, it's just..."

Ai narrowed her eyes, a hint of threat in her voice: "Just what?"

Guangyou held up two fingers and explained, "It's just that compared to me, it's still a tiny bit lacking."

"Hmph." Ai snorted disdainfully, "Since you don't think it's good, then I won't cook it for you anymore. It'll save me some trouble."

Guangyou reached out and pulled her back into his arms, explaining, "How could that be? Your cooking is delicious, but compared to mine, mine is still better."

Ai admitted it in her heart, but on the surface she still stubbornly said, "My cooking is delicious."

Guangyou's lips curved slightly: "Really? I think mine would taste better."

Ai still denied it: "Mine tastes better!"

After hesitating for a moment, Guangyou nodded: "In that case, you can cook tonight."

"Um?"

Ai looked up, somewhat bewildered, at Kyou. This was completely out of the ordinary.

Kōyū reached out and flicked Ai's nose, smiling as he said, "Just kidding. We'll go grocery shopping together later, and I'll cook tonight."

...

"I'm back."

Conan pushed open the door to the agency and saw Uncle Mori drinking a glass of water and Ran sitting on the sofa. He suddenly felt something was wrong.

The atmosphere in the office was very strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about it. Everything seemed normal. Uncle Mori was still as idle as ever, and Ran was reading a book very seriously.

Just to be on the safe side, let's retreat first.

After the thought popped into his head, Conan greeted the two of them, "I'm going upstairs to read a book first, and I'll come down when it's time to eat."

"stop."

Just as Conan was about to close the door, Uncle Mori's voice drifted over.

"Uncle, is there anything I can help you with?"

Conan gave a childlike smile. "If there's nothing else, I'll go upstairs and read a book."

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