"What are your thoughts?"
Conan was puzzled for a moment, then he realized what was going on, and lowered his head, looking somewhat dejected. "I don't know either."
"I'm asking if you've ever imagined your future wedding with Xiaolan."
Kōsuke knew what he was talking about, but he didn't ask the question that would embarrass Conan.
"Wedding...wedding?"
Conan blushed instantly, stammering as he spoke. He quickly waved his hand, "How old am I? I'm still a long way off!"
"Silly, I was just letting you fantasize," Guangyou said, shaking his head dismissively. "It's not like I'm asking you to hold a wedding right now."
Conan blushed, seemingly imagining the scene of that day: a pure white wedding dress, a red carpet stretching for over ten meters...
Conan murmured, "It must be beautiful..."
Kōyū erased a mistake with an eraser before saying to Conan, "This is something that only happens once in a lifetime, so you can plan ahead."
"It's still early, isn't it?"
Conan was still a little embarrassed when he talked about it, but his mind started to wander.
Perhaps this is what they call "saying one thing but doing another"...
He was lost in his daydreams, while Guangyou was preparing to finish his work for the day. He felt that he had made good progress, so he closed his notebook, stood up, and stretched comfortably.
Sitting back on the bed, Kōyū rested his chin on his hand, watching Conan's cheeks gradually turn red, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
"That's what a real person is like..."
Conan suddenly snapped out of his reverie and asked Mitsuyu, "How about you design one for me too?"
Guangyou refused without hesitation, explaining, "You have to design this yourself for it to have any meaning. Otherwise, why not just buy it from a store?"
While my own design may not be as aesthetically pleasing as those by renowned designers, it is definitely more meaningful.
Moreover, no matter what pattern is needed here or what needs to be modified there, only you can truly understand your own ideas.
Conan nodded: "That's true..."
Seeing that he seemed to be thinking seriously, Guangyou was very pleased.
Suddenly, I realized that he seemed to have been doing some "matchmaking" work these past few days, but it seemed to have had little effect.
Takagi mustered up his courage and confessed, but Miwako dragged it out.
Conan has started thinking about the future, but Ran doesn't know that Conan is Shinichi yet.
Professor Agasa has started to change things, but the agreed time hasn't arrived yet.
He himself is making rapid progress, which is something that makes him happy.
Kōyū felt he should worry more about himself. Apart from Professor Agasa, everything else would eventually fall into place, and his role was just to give them a push.
It seemed meaningless, but Kwang-yu was enjoying it.
In his spare time, Guangyou took out his phone and sent a text message to Xiao Ai.
In this era, without QQ or WeChat, things were much more complicated. Communication between people still relied on text messages or online chat rooms on computers...
Everyone says Tencent (TX) is a money pit, and people complain about it all the time. But if you really didn't use any Tencent products, it would be something that almost every modern Chinese person would find difficult to do.
Guangyou also felt that he could do something big. Although the money might not seem like much now, it would be enough to ensure a stable life in the future.
But who would think that's too much money...?
Having made up his mind, Kōyū planned to ask Professor Agasa to help, or if all else failed, to use the Noah's Ark stored on the CD.
While I was lost in thought, Ai's reply arrived.
It wasn't anything important, just something I was bored with.
...
In the basement, Ai, wearing a white coat, leaned back in her chair, holding her phone, a faint smile playing on her lips.
After sending the text message back, she stood up slightly, picked up a glass of slightly steaming milk from the table, and took a small sip.
After such a long period of "training"... or rather, "education," Ai has basically given up her coffee-drinking habit.
Although I still drink occasionally, it's much less frequent now, maybe once a week, or even none at all.
Feeling the warmth of the milk flowing into her stomach, she smiled and took another sip.
Hot milk has largely replaced her bedtime drink, and she can clearly feel that her sleep quality has improved significantly as a result.
That's all for today.
Ai put down the milk, got up to shut down the computer, then took off her white coat and lay down on the bed in the basement.
The teddy bear that Guangyou had given her before had already been used as a cushion by her.
She leaned against the teddy bear, holding her phone, seemingly waiting for Guangyou's reply.
Soon after, her phone beeped. A slight smile appeared on her lips. After thinking for a moment about how to reply, she responded with lightning speed.
Then, she put her phone aside and leaned all her weight on the teddy bear, feeling the plush fur brush against her face, which warmed her heart.
The hot milk warmed her stomach, and the text message warmed her heart...
...
While waiting for a reply, Guangyou also found himself quite amusing.
Before he was in a relationship, when he saw couples talking on the phone for over an hour, he would think, "Don't they run out of things to talk about? I just don't understand..."
But when he was actually chatting, he found that chatting was indeed enjoyable, and he really liked the short time he spent waiting for a reply.
It's like a cat wanting to catch a fish; it's so tempting.
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