My life returned to normal.

Don't be surprised, this is natural. I'm not a professional cosplayer, I still have classes to attend. The comic convention lasts for three days, and my friend and I only made plans for the last two days.

The National Day holiday passed quickly in my neglect. I didn't do any of the study-related things I had planned before the holiday. I had to memorize the thick books again.

The courses in the second half of the semester were busier, and I still had a lot of papers to do, so I put all other things aside for a while.

Of course, my friend in the same department was much more determined than me. Before the start of the semester, I asked him to supervise me to go to the Japanese department next door to learn Japanese—and I went to the basic class of the younger students.

Fortunately, no one knew me, so after my gay friend got the class schedule, he started taking me to classes regardless of the weather, and even bought textbooks for me.

Under his encouragement, my Japanese improved by leaps and bounds.

To be honest, the growth process of other people's protagonists is always accompanied by pain, and then they break out of the cobweb and become a butterfly. Why do I feel that my growth is from being able to hear to being able to read to being able to recognize.

Emmm——it always feels a little subtle.

By the way, I felt much better after telling my gay friend everything.

Moreover, with him helping me prepare the script, I felt that I no longer had to bear the burden of cosplaying. It was like this. He and I planned to go on location one weekend before the New Year's Day holiday to take a group of photos. The main characters were the five members of the police academy from the Detective Conan crew. However, due to various reasons, the original cosplayer Jingguang in the club could not come.

So we plan to split the shoot into two days - don’t ask me why I didn’t make up for the New Year’s Day classes this weekend.

The school arranged it, I just refused because the teacher didn't call the roll. Good kids, please don't follow my example, I'm a negative example!

Back to the point, we planned to shoot Toru Amuro, Jinpei Matsuda, Kenji Hagiwara and Kou Date on the first day. By the way, Kou Date's cosplayer was a senior we specially invited from the group, and he looked quite muscular. Then on the second day we went to Keiko's cosplayer to borrow clothes for another shoot.

My friend has arranged it very well. We can photoshop the group photo when the time comes. We are all cold people anyway, and we will photoshop them into ghosts.

Let me reiterate that my gay friend is a knife expert.

But this time he helped me make adequate preparations for the time travel. Unlike the material things I had to prepare on my own, he spent more than a week preparing a script for me.

In case I ever travel through time, I can live well with the dangerous dual identity of Amuro Toru until I come back.

I really love having this preparation!

In order to prevent me from traveling through time without reading the script, my gay friend sent me the document a day in advance. I read the script carefully as if I was attending class - just kidding, I didn't take my classes that seriously.

The next day, I was very confident from getting up, washing, taking the bus, going to the photo spot, and putting on makeup. I prepared two sets of clothes, one bourbon suit and one Polo Cafe dress.

In this location planning, I have the most scenes because I am the only one alive.

But after finishing the whole set of photos, even taking the last photo of the sunset, I still didn't show any signs of time travel.

My friend confirmed this to me several times.

I think, maybe it’s because Conan’s world is more scientific, so it’s not a world where there will be time-travel elements?

Anyway, at the end of the day, I'm safe.

Alas, what a pity that I used up all that thick foundation to paint my skin four shades darker.

My friend went to pick up the car - he was the only one among us who had studied driving skills. The senior who cosplayed Date Kou came over and asked me if I was willing to fill in for him in the future.

Because the senior is two years older than me, some of the cosplayers who worked with him previously have already gone to internships, so they don’t have time to go to a show together on New Year’s Day. So I guess he may have more than one vacancy, and I bet he will ask his friends later.

Could I refuse? Of course I couldn't!

Not to mention that my best friend and I almost always go to every exhibition, but just because my senior has done me a favor, I will definitely return the favor.

So I agreed without hesitation.

I guess the senior was well prepared. He wanted to tell me this a long time ago, but he was too embarrassed to say it. He is a socially anxious person, I understand.

He handed me a double-layer box. I opened it and saw two rows of contact lenses neatly placed inside.

Do you need so many? Let me count - twelve?!

You don't need twelve people, do you? I can't find twelve people.

There are different types of Sharingan here, from double magatama to Samsara eye. Basically, as long as they have appeared in the original work, they are all prepared here, and there are no repetitions, a total of twelve pairs.

From the Uchiha family?

No, are there so many Uchiha members whose names can be called out? Because many of them are duplicate Sharingan possessed by different people, such as Sasuke's Mangekyō and Eternal Mangekyō to the last Magatama Samsara Eye, all of them are included here.

Large diameter contact lenses.

"My girlfriend used to buy cosmetic contact lenses for a while, and she found these when she moved to a new dorm. They will expire in a few months, so I took them out so I can see them and remember to use them," the student said. "Also, my girlfriend likes to keep sets of these together, so I just took them out."

I understand. I have wasted money too. For example, I bought a lot of snacks during the Double Eleven shopping spree last year, and then left them in the cupboard until many of them expired without me noticing.

I can't tell you how heartbroken I was when I was cleaning up.

"Who should I play?" I have to prepare in advance, look for character makeup tutorials on the Internet, and then check whether my cosplay costume is in stock.

Then I also asked my gay friends to provide me with some script help.

I have done Naruto cosplay before.

"Show off the second assistant, the Snake-era version. Show more when the time comes. Your cosplay during the National Day was really amazing."

...Please, don't mention it again. I'm finally trying to forget about this.

"Ding——" the senior's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the note - "My baby", which should be his girlfriend's phone number.

As he picked it up and walked to the side, he asked me to try on the contact lenses first to see if the diameter was suitable, as he had other stock.

After the senior hurriedly gave his instructions, he started chatting with his girlfriend, calling her "baby" all the time.

I feel like I'm being stabbed in the heart. Why can't I find a girlfriend? Is it because I never go out to socialize?

As I was thinking about this, I went to the bathroom next door and took off my own contact lenses in front of the mirror.

Because I wore daily contact lenses today, I threw them directly into the trash can next to me. Then I opened the three-magatama contact lenses.

It is disposable for half a year.

Normally, I have to take out my cosmetic contact lenses or contact lenses and soak them in cleaning solution 24 hours in advance, but this time I’m just trying them on, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

The toilet counter was wet, and I didn't bring toilet paper. I looked at the box in my hand and decided to put it in my pocket, only taking out the pair of three magatama and putting them in my eyes.

Well, the size is quite suitable, but the degree is too low. The senior should have looked at the data when I worked with him last year. It is a pity that one year has passed and my degree has increased by nearly 100 degrees. But overall it is okay, it should not be a big problem to go to the exhibition.

I blinked. Because of my makeup, it was a little difficult for me to put on the contact lenses - it might also be because the diameter of the contact lenses was too big and my eyes have been a little swollen recently.

After putting them in, I always felt a little uncomfortable. I closed my eyes tightly and squeezed out the excess liquid from my eyes.

It seems to be better.

I suddenly felt very comfortable, and I opened my eyes and saw——

Good guy, you were waiting for me here.

I looked at the completely different scene in front of me, and it was obvious that I was no longer in that bathroom... Why wasn't I surprised at all?

It doesn't come when I'm prepared, but always comes suddenly to me when I'm unaware.

But it doesn't matter, I quickly went through Amuro Toru's script in my mind again. This time I was confident, come on, the plot, come on, come on, more intense.

I will hang up the Black Organization and beat them immediately!

Unlike the previous two times, I am a little excited this time.

As usual, I still have to observe where I am. I don't know where the plot is now, and I guess I still need to adapt to Conan's weird timeline.

There is no doubt that I am in a place that looks like a run-down building or a building that has just been demolished, but the area around here seems to be deep in the mountains and forests. Could it be that Conan and the others have come here again to camp and brush up their performance, so my resurrection birth point is refreshed here?

It should be quite dark in here, but I don't know why I feel like I can see very clearly.

Oh oh oh - worthy of being Sir An, I touched the muscles on my arms, they are very strong!

After all, Toru Amuro is one of the combat power ceilings in Conan, so his safety is guaranteed.

There is one more thing. My gay friend helped me improve the pain confirmation method. The bug of painlessness occurred last time. It was entirely due to the imagination of the script team. This time, I will bite my tongue with my teeth every day. This should be fine!

My friend's brain works very quickly.

Through the hole that I don’t know if it can be considered a window, I saw that the sky outside was covered with dark clouds. It must be raining.

Generally speaking, there will be cases during such heavy rain!

I quickly ran to the rooftop and looked around to see if there was any chance for me to get directly involved in the case.

Even if I had Sir An's body, I couldn't survive in the wilderness. I needed food and water, and I had no training in wilderness survival.

So I need to pick up a live person as soon as possible.

I took a deep breath and hypnotized myself madly.

I am now Toru Amuro, the social master Toru Amuro, the part-time worker Toru Amuro, the chocolate handsome guy Toru Amuro, and the protagonist Toru Amuro in Mission: Impossible.

I can handle any situation, as long as I stay calm, nothing can shock me.

Of course, I still hope to be assigned a sub-supply case at the beginning so that I can adapt myself first.

I adjusted my apron.

I should have done the Poirot version first, then switched to the Bourbon version.

Don't ask me why I didn't take it off. I found that the pins where I had pinned it were gone, and the whole apron seemed to be stuck to the shirt inside.

I won't take off all my clothes. I'll go out and see if I can get some other clothes.

Things are unpredictable. As soon as I stepped onto the rooftop, I was struck by thunder.

It's not a descriptive word, it's a physical word, like being struck by a bolt of lightning - and it's a heavenly thunder, a large piece of lightning falling from the sky.

It's even more exaggerated than the one in Yokohama.

What a sin I have committed.