Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Hey, it's so comfortable."

While wiping his head with a towel and walking to the living room in slippers, Yuji fell down on the sofa, looked at his mother and shouted: "Mom, I'm hungry."

"When you're hungry, find something to eat first."

The boy's pitiful wailing did not awaken his mother's remaining maternal love, so he had no choice but to grab an apple and eat it, then scrolled through his phone to find the nearest pizza delivery.

"Is this...a marathon live broadcast?"

Suddenly seeing a crowd of people running around on the TV, Yuji used the remote control to amplify the sound and sat up to watch.

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(The marathon has entered the final stage, and there are still five kilometers left.)

Staring until his eyes hurt, Yuji saw his father squeezed in the middle, sweating profusely and running crookedly. His mouth chewing the apple also slowed down, and it took a few seconds before he uttered a sentence.

"Dad, this is a bit vain."

I'm not a physically strong person to begin with, so why bother running a marathon when I can't win anyway. The boy who has lived through two lives does not understand the spirit of sports. Although he admires the athletes, it does not prevent him from understanding it.

"The first place is indeed a black man, let me see."

After paying attention to the live broadcast of the marathon event, and seeing the comments "Long live France" on the barrage, Yuer exclaimed: "Turns out he is an aborigine from France."

Going down from the first place, there are American muscular men, Indian Brahmins, Chinese young women and Japanese sushi guys.

"It's amazing. The only woman in the top five is actually from China."

Seeing the fourth and fifth players on TV leaving the bikers behind, Yuji put the half-eaten apple on the coffee table and looked nervously at the two people competing for third place.

"Sister, come on, leave little Japan behind..."

The boy was stunned before he finished speaking. He frowned and pinched his chin. Yuji blinked: "Did I scold myself too?"

Just when the boy was puzzled, the final ranking of the competition was finally announced. Looking at the three people from France, the United States and Japan standing on the podium, Yuji coughed twice.

"Impossible? That Japanese guy obviously has no strength?"

After searching through the rankings of Chinese ladies, I found that she was not even as good as the third brother and was only ranked fifth. Yuji snapped his fingers and started posting shady stories in the comments.

[Are you the rescuer invited by the monkey? : Don’t talk nonsense upstairs, there is no shady story, it’s obviously our own people who dug the hole. ]

[ロリコンです(I am a lolicon): How do you say it? ]

[Gentleman: There was a mentally retarded aunt who jumped onto the track and held the national flag and insisted that the young lady lift it up and sprint. It wasted time and that’s why we lost. ]

ロリコンです: Is there such a person? Cheap or not? ]

Not long after Yuji grew up, many Chinese people came out to join him in denouncing that hateful aunt. Although everyone felt a little regretful, they felt the warmth of their compatriots in a foreign country.

[Let my grandpa go: But there are really not many Chinese people in this live broadcast. Many people who have gone abroad look down on our own country. Brother, which province are you from? ]

[ロリコンです: I am Japanese. ]

[A gentleman is frank: This is boring, brother, let’s be frank with each other. There is an old saying: A gentleman is frank. ]

[Khan points to me: Attention upstairs, we must not embarrass the country when we go out. ]

Seeing such a text, the people who had just typed a series of asterisks were stunned for a moment while holding their mobile phones.

[おじいさんをはなし发し: That’s right, we all live in childhood. ]

[ロリコンです: Grandpa, why did you change your name? ]

[おじいさんをはなし发し: Lolicon brother, I have misunderstood. I learned from you. When you go out, you have to give your nationality to yourself! ]

Rolling his eyes, the young man exited the live broadcast room with his mobile phone, biting an apple, and saw his father holding a bottle of water on the TV, gasping for air. Out of sight and out of mind, he changed the channel and started watching a sitcom.

"You used to be thinner than I thought."

Xiao Ai's voice suddenly came from behind. Yuji turned around and saw that she was wearing his twelve-year-old baseball uniform, and patted the sofa next to her.

"What's your father's rank?"

Xiao Ai sat down, watched the TV series and wondered: "Why don't you watch Marathon?"

"The race is over. My dad has successfully completed the entire race, which is very gratifying."

Yuji threw the core into the trash can: "Although there isn't even a consolation prize, my mother will definitely comfort him when he comes back."

He poured the girl a glass of juice. Just as the boy was about to drink his own, he heard a small sigh.

"What's wrong? You took a long bath, so you feel a little dizzy?"

Yuer casually picked up the broken hair on Xiao Ai's forehead, and then put his forehead against it. He felt that her body temperature was normal, and then asked worriedly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No."

The expression on her face did not change, and the girl secretly rejoiced.

[Hmph, I won’t blush over such trivial things anymore. 】

"You must tell me if you feel uncomfortable, otherwise I will worry."

The girl turned her face away and was knocked down by Xiao Gao's attack.

"I just feel that the things I was proud of before are nothing now."

"What do you mean?"

Yuer followed the direction of Xiao Ai's finger and saw his mother, wearing a dark red sleeveless shirt and white shorts, coming down to get a mop and heading upstairs.

"Your mother's figure is much better than mine before."

"This is normal, she is already so old, and you are still a girl."

Yuji recalled that night when he opened his eyes and saw Miyano Shiho with a bath towel half draped over her body, his face suddenly flushed: "And you have a great figure, that night..."

Suddenly paused, Yuji glanced at Ai and found that she was looking at him.

"You really haven't forgotten what happened in the past two days."

Sitting in the car, she vaguely felt it, it was really like this, movies and TV are all lies.

"Ah, this, I..."

Yuji lowered his head: "I really haven't forgotten, although I don't know what happened in the hotel that night, but I remember it more or less."

[Huh? Hotel? At night? They seem to be talking about some insane topics? 】

After simply mopping the water stains on the ground because her hair was not blown, Kudo Yukiko walked to the dead corner of the second floor with a mop, her eyes glowing, and she huddled up to eavesdrop.

Unexpectedly, Yuji said it so directly. Ai felt a little embarrassed. She raised her head with watery eyes.

"So... what he said to me, is it your intention?"

[If you admit it, I will agree to it. ]

Ai's eyes clearly told Yuji what he was thinking now, and also revealed her uneasiness.

[If he knew that they were married, would he file for divorce? ]

Thinking of the backpack she deliberately put in Yuji's room and took out the marriage certificate a little, the girl covered his mouth before Yuji opened his mouth.

"One night."

"Huh?"

Ai looked at Yuji's chest: "I'll give you one night. Don't be affected by the atmosphere and situation. I hope you will think about it seriously."

She raised her head little by little, and her breath hit the boy's neck.

"Think about our future seriously."