"Thank you, Mr. Akashi."
"No need to thank me, I happen to have nothing to do anyway." Akashi Hiroto smiled kindly and said, "Then I'll go get my racket first, you guys wait here for me."
“Wait a minute, Mr. Akashi.” Uncle Mori looked up, glanced at the clock on the wall, and then asked.
"Can I use your bathroom for a bath?"
"Of course." Akashi Hiroto agreed without hesitation, and also told Uncle Mori the location of the bathroom.
After thanking Akashi Hiroto, Uncle Mori got up and left the living room with Akashi Hiroto, heading to the bathroom to take a relaxing bath.
The rest of the people remained in the living room. Hiroto Akashi took out his tennis racket and began to teach Sonoko how to play tennis.
Due to space limitations, he could only teach how to hold a tennis racket correctly and how to hit the ball back.
Meanwhile, Kōyū and Ayā stayed in the living room, chatting whenever they thought of something to talk about, and sitting quietly hand in hand when they didn't have anything to say.
Of course, this was only a facade of quiet. When not chatting, Kwangyu was thinking about some of the things that had happened earlier.
For example, there were Vermouth's words and his idea, which could be described as "overthinking," imagining what it would be like if the Miyano couple were really brought back to life.
But he also knew that it was just a thought, and the possibility was too small.
He estimated that even Nuwa herself couldn't bring two people back to life out of thin air.
As for Conan, he just sat with Ran and watched the "tennis lesson" in the garden, and did nothing else.
Of course, given his current physical condition, there's not much he can do:
A sore throat prevented him from chatting like Guangyou;
A sprained right wrist prevented him from playing tennis like Sonoko.
He could only sit there and watch others.
And so, it came to eight o'clock in the evening.
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