[Conan] Once in love

"[Conan] Once in Love" Author: Pear Pear Salt Soda

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In this world where childhood sweethearts rule the country, what should I do if the boy I like is also someone else's kid?

then--

"Are Kudo-san and Morisan a couple?"

"Eh? No, no."

"Is Kudo-san ready?"

"what?"

"I'm going to chase you!"

Things to note

If you feel familiar, it is the old text that has been revised and republished.

Unofficial distribution/estimated to be no more than ten chapters/timeline before the amusement park

It's not a reasoning conspiracy/heroine aborigine/little fresh campus love story

Don't be black, don't scold Mao Lilan (emphasis added in black)

Welcome to read, thank you for your love

Content tags: Girls' Blooming Season, Rainy Season, Japanese and Korean Campuses

Search keywords: Protagonist: Midori Shimizu, Shinichi Kudo┃Supporting role:┃Others:

One-sentence introduction: The progress of attacking Kudo Shinichi has reached 52%

Conception: see?Others can get the washing machine if they take the initiative to pursue it.

01

The center of the paper covered with black and blue paint was suddenly soaked in a large irregular area. You can smell the faint sweetness mixed in the watercolor paint when you get close. The red iron pot rolling on the side of the pillar of the triangular easel is still dripping. Dark brown liquid.

Trying hard to restrain her trembling body, trimmed and rounded nails left a crescent in the white and tender palm, drooping eyelids so that the eyelashes like black butterfly wings cast a shadow on the pupils, Qing Shuilu looked at the empty studio, and looked down. He picked up the can and threw it into the trash can, sat back in front of the painting, and frequently picked up the brush and dropped it.

The incandescent lamp replaced the afterglow of the setting sun and flooded the studio. In front of him was the drawing paper that had made no progress. Shimizu Green finally loosened his body that had been tense. He took off the drawing paper, pinched the long side with his fingers and was about to force it when he was knocked into it without authorization. The people in the studio were so startled that they fell off their chairs, overturned half a bucket of pen washing water, and their uniform skirts were wetly stuck to their skin.

Frowning, eyes filled with displeasure, Qing Shui Lu suddenly raised his head and wanted to reprimand, but fell into his eyes, blue and clear, inexplicably reminiscent of the sea surface blown by a breeze, making people feel calm but also guessing Hidden turbulence, the words on the lips stopped unconsciously and turned in one direction.

"Kudou-kun, please don't be so scary next time." Holding Kudo Shinichi's outstretched hand, Shimizu Midori stood up from the floor with strength.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have time to knock on the door just because I was trying to hide from Mr. Matsushita, are you okay?" Looking at the skirt and shirt hem of the wet green uniform, Kudo Shin subconsciously rubbed his neck, with a slightly ashamed tone meaning.

The crisp knock on the door that followed interrupted Kudo Shinichi's apology, and a familiar and thick male voice sounded immediately, "Is anyone inside?"

"...Huh?" Shimizu Lu was just about to answer when Kudo Shinichi covered his mouth, put his slender fingers on his lips and made a silent movement, and then hid in the group of statues and models in the studio familiarly .

Just crouched over there//The door of the studio in front of you was opened.

"Shimizu?" The person who opened the door obviously didn't expect to see anyone other than Kudo Shinichi, "Did you see Kudo?"

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the clear water and green face shook his head without changing his expression, "No, Mr. Matsushita, what can you do with him?"

"It's all right, I'll go to another place to have a look. It's getting late and you should go back early to avoid unsafety." Panasonic rubbed his temples and sighed softly, looking at the sky outside the window, he exhorted a few words responsibly , Microbelt came to the door, and the footsteps went further and further away.

"Has Kudo-kun disassembled Mr. Matsushita's precious model again?" From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the boy who stood up and was obviously relieved. Shimizu green recalled the rumors circulating among his classmates, and smiled with a corner of his mouth I can't help but joke.

"Ah?" Walking out of the pile of statue models, Kudo Shinichi exclaimed in astonishment.

"It's okay, it's getting late, Kudo-kun should go back early." Rolling up the drawing paper that hadn't been disposed of due to a series of accidents and stuffing it into the school bag, Shimizu and green tidied up the studio neatly, looking at the still standing Kudo Shinichi, who was standing by the window without moving, tilted his head, "Is Kudo-kun planning to stay and decipher the school's top ten unsolved mysteries?"

The infinite loop of the piano sound in the music classroom.

A door that won't open in the women's restroom.

Footsteps on the stairs to the roof.

……

"I said..." So it turns out that not all girls are afraid of these supernatural-sounding stories?At least this one doesn't seem to be the case.Listening to Qing Shuilu's half-hearted popular science, Kudo Shinichi slightly raised his hand to interrupt her, "Compared with me, can't you really be more insecure?"

The dimness of the setting sun was completely replaced by the night, Qing Shuilu glanced at the campus with street lights outside the window, grasped the flashing thoughts in his mind, hesitantly and tentatively asked, "So Kudo-kun means to send me Go back?"

Kudo Shinichi took off his uniform jacket and handed it to Shimizu Midori, his eyes swept away from the uniform short skirt stuck to her legs, "After all, I made you wet, and I can't do it so late Let a girl go back by herself?"

The evasion before she could say it was pushed back by the other party's reasonable explanation. Shimizu Lu took over the coat, which was more than ten centimeters taller than her own. The length of the coat was just enough to block the wet uniform short skirt, and her breath, which was different from her own, instantly Wrap the clear water green.

"Kudou-kun, don't you have to wait for Morisan today?" Seeing the president of the karate club walking not far away from him, Shimizu Midori suddenly understood the dissatisfaction he had been having since Kudo Shinichi said he was going to send him home. Where is the harmony.

With one hand in his pocket, keeping a distance of half a person parallel to Shimizu Green, Kudo Shinichi turned his body slightly to look at her, "Lan said that she has an appointment with Suzuki tonight to go shopping, so she left first."

"By the way." As if remembering something, Kudo Shinichi glanced at the drawing paper that was half exposed from the girl's bag, "Do you need me to help you find out who made it?"

"Eh?" With an undisguised expression of surprise, Qing Shuilu slowed down her pace. She clearly remembered that she had never mentioned this painting since the other party entered the studio.

When it came to his expertise, the chatter was opened, "You were going to tear it up when I entered the studio, but I interrupted, and there was a soda can and Paper napkins covered with soda, and I heard that the art exhibition being organized in the Kanto area will be due tomorrow. If you analyze it according to your popularity in school..."

"As expected of Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era, but no need, Kudo-kun." Tilting his head and scratching his cheek with his fingertips, Shimizu Midori stopped the other party from blurting out the name, "I can probably guess it." who is it."

Qingshuilu looked indifferent, and her brown-red eyes were full of moisture, making her look clear and bright, "Actually, she doesn't have to do this, because I can't draw that work anymore."

The unexpected answer, Kudo Shinichi habitually asked, "Then the game?"

"Maybe I will give up." The answer without thinking made Kudo Shinichi stop, and when he noticed the movement around him, Shimizu Green also stopped, staring at him puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Shimizu-san probably likes painting very much." Kudo Shinichi, who expressed his disapproval from being ticked, and always believed in grabbing the chance to try even if the chance is close to zero, looked back with a frown, "If this is the case, why not How about trying again? Would you really be willing to lose the election without competition?"

Qing Shuilu's originally calm eyes widened little by little, and after a while, she suddenly smiled again, "Of course I won't be reconciled, but..."

"Then try it. If you don't have time to draw a new one, just overlay it on top of the original one. Shimizu-san thinks so too, so he has stayed in school until now." Kudo Shinichi looked up at the night with the Milky Way and stars , the deep to dark blue coincides unexpectedly with the painting paper glimpsed by chance.

The warm yellow streetlight behind them stretched the shadows of the two people together, Qing Shuilu looked at the stars reflected in the bottom of his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he muttered softly, "No wonder. "

... No wonder they suddenly crashed into the studio.

"What?" Kudo Shinichi looked at her blankly, withdrawing his gaze.

"Their evaluation of Kudo-kun, they have a strong sense of justice and responsibility, they are persistent and firm." Shimizu Green took a few steps forward with her bag in her hand, pinching the rolled-up drawing paper unconsciously with her fingertips, half-truth and half-truth Fake explanation, "No wonder it's so popular."

"What, don't you really want to say that you like to meddle in other people's business?" Kudo Shinichi, who realized that he was being teased by words, tilted his body helplessly, and followed the girl's pace again.

"However, I was quite surprised. Kudo-kun's way of motivating people encouraged me to continue painting. I heard a lot of them, and they all advised me that the chances are so small anyway. If I encounter it, then I will make money." Probably listening Accustomed to such consolation, Shimizu Lun recounted without any expectation of luck, even with a helpless smile, "Only Kudo-kun, you tell me that you are going to fail anyway, so it's better to choose a more heroic and exciting way of failure." .”

The wonderful way of summarizing made Kudo Shinichi choke, feeling something was wrong and wanted to refute but couldn't speak.

There is a 711 at the corner of the next intersection. The line to buy oden is neither long nor short. The rising heat fog whitened the glass windows. Turn left and go in. Qing Shuilu walked a few steps forward and was in one of them. In front of a small villa, "Here we are, please send me back, Kudo-kun, do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

Looking at the room behind her through Qingshuilu, Kudo Shinichi shook his head, "I won't bother you, then I'll go back first, goodbye."

"I will wash the clothes tomorrow