"Hey, Kwangyu, what are you doing so early in the morning?"
"I was sleeping soundly just now."
He read a novel until three or four in the morning last night, but he couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep.
I dreamt of a very tricky case.
With his intelligence and keen observation skills, he successfully found the murderer and learned the truth of the case.
He was reasoning when he suddenly heard music playing around him, and then he woke up.
It's not a pleasant feeling to be forced to stop halfway through reasoning.
"What time is it?" Kōyū picked up his phone, waved it in front of Conan, and then put it away.
He pointed to the lunchbox on the table and said to Conan:
“I was thinking that you don’t know how to make breakfast, and you don’t have much food at home, and there’s nowhere to buy food around here.”
"I got up early this morning to make you breakfast out of kindness, and this is how you treat me?"
"Look at the time! Time to get up!"
A barrage of questions rained down on Conan, and his momentum waned.
At this moment, Guangyou, like a girl who had been manipulated and then dumped by a scumbag, said with great heartache:
"I'm shivering and freezing! When will I be able to stand up again?!"
"It's my fault, it's my fault, I apologize." Conan quickly apologized.
"Forget it, I'm magnanimous, I won't hold it against you." Guangyou waved his hand, looking as if he had already forgiven you.
He then said:
"Just be more careful next time."
"I will," Conan nodded in agreement, as if he had really done something wrong.
"Alright, wash up and have breakfast." Guangyou didn't talk to Conan about this topic anymore, urging him to hurry up and wash up.
How can one clear their name as a persecutor and transform themselves into a victim?
Of course, they would act more like victims than the victims themselves.
Avoid dwelling on the current issue and quickly change the subject to prevent the other person from realizing what's happening.
A textbook example of a persecutor's self-whitewashing process.
"good."
He gave a casual reply and got up to walk towards the bathroom.
As soon as he stepped out of the study, he sensed that something was wrong.
Although what Kōsuke said made sense and he was indeed trying to help him prepare breakfast, it had nothing to do with him being woken up by a prank.
"It's such a waste that this guy isn't an actor," Conan couldn't help but remark.
Judging from Guangyou's expression and the emotionally charged words he spoke just now, he truly felt it was his mistake.
It could also be because they weren't fully awake yet.
After calming down for a while, I realized something was wrong.
He wasn't particularly angry, nor did he intend to settle scores with Guangyou. He muttered to himself:
"I'll forgive him for the sake of breakfast."
...
After washing up, Conan returned to the study and saw Kōyū standing on the bookshelf, flipping through a book.
I leaned closer for a look and found it was a book about design.
"Are you interested in design?" Conan asked curiously.
After turning the page, Kōyū, without looking up, said to Conan:
"It's alright, I just feel like I might need it in the future, so I'll just take a look, I'm bored anyway."
"Go eat your breakfast quickly, I still need to take the empty lunchbox back to wash it after you finish eating."
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