He exercises quite a lot regularly!

After reflecting on himself for a while, Conan concluded: "This guy is a freak."

Sensing Conan's strange gaze and actions, Kōyū looked down at his stomach in confusion, then reached out and pinched it, sighing, "I didn't expect to gain weight, but there's nothing I can do about it. I've been lying in bed for a while and haven't had time to exercise at all. Looks like I'll have to increase my exercise when I get back... Ugh."

“...”

The overwhelming aura of pretentiousness was palpable, so Conan silently looked away.

Is this even human language?

If this counts as fat, then what does he count as?

Pigs?

Damn it, why does this guy always act all high and mighty in front of him?

That's one thing, but what's most infuriating is that this person spoke with such a serious expression, as if he really had gained weight.

That's inhuman!

Just as he was complaining, Kōyū's voice suddenly rang out: "Conan, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

“…” Conan glanced at Kōyū, then shook his head, gritted his teeth, and uttered each word slowly and deliberately, “I’m fine, thank you for your concern.”

"Alright, it's good that you're alright. By the way, Conan, I have a question for you," Kōyū suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "I heard that soaking in hot springs can help you lose weight, is that true?"

"...."

Conan gave Kōyū a deep look, suppressing his impulse before answering, "It seems so."

He suddenly felt a little regretful; the anesthetic needles in his watch had run out, otherwise he would definitely have let Guangyou experience the effects of an anesthetic needle.

...