"Ugh, I know, I'm not a child anymore. Don't you get tired of saying it so many times?" Conan, on the high-speed train, sounded impatient on the other end of the phone.
He frowned, glancing frequently at the scenery rushing past the window, while keeping his voice down, afraid of being overheard by those around him.
"Sorry, I can't help but nag when I think about how you look right now." Hattori Heiji chuckled. For some reason, Kudo looked especially cute in this state.
"Okay, I got it. Don't call again."
Conan glanced furtively at Kogoro Mouri, who was still sitting in front of him reading the newspaper. After confirming that nothing was amiss, he continued in a low voice, "So? Did Hanyu Nan make it to the finals? Will I be able to catch the finals?"
"Don't worry, the final doesn't start until 2 PM, you'll definitely make it. This is a rare opportunity for us to teach Yuzuru a lesson, just wait and see how I do it!"
Heiji Hattori was so confident that even Conan believed him.
Or perhaps these two detectives possessed an enigmatic self-confidence, repeatedly failing yet never giving up, never admitting defeat.
Even Yuzuru Hanyu would praise the two of them when he saw them.
It's likely that when Fish Leong wrote "Courage," she was inspired by observing these two artists.
After hanging up the phone, Conan walked back to his seat.
Looking at Kogoro Mouri, who was sleeping haphazardly beside him and reeking of alcohol, he raised a dead fish eye and looked disgusted.
I should have come with Xiaolan back then.
Following this drunkard, not only did he sit in a regular seat, but he was also forced to inhale the pungent smell of alcohol the whole way. He felt his stomach churning and his motion sickness getting stronger and stronger.
Then think about the private luxury room that Xiaolan posted yesterday.
Conan sighed deeply.
Again. Envious of Yuzuru Nanami's day.
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