Conan: Peppermint Beluga

At the end of the day's course, Matsuda rode a motorcycle back to his apartment and bought a fried chicken nugget bento and coke for dinner.

Putting the bento in the microwave to heat it, Matsuda walked to the ice maker and went to the glass to get a few ice cubes. Basically, he had no ingredients at home. The microwave, ice maker and refrigerator were the most utilized in the kitchen.

The "呲呲" sound of carbonic acid poured into the glass, Matsuda likes this sound very much, it will make people feel inexplicably happy.

After simply finishing dinner without forgetting to sort the garbage, Matsuda changed into home clothes and lay on the sofa to read the script written by Suzuki Sonoko.

Before reading two pages, he felt a little reluctant to scroll down.

What the **** is this kind of ridiculous line? Matsuda suddenly felt that he should read the script before agreeing. This is not torturing Kudo, but torturing himself.

"…"

Matsuda took out his mobile phone with a gloomy face. At this time, he had to call the woman over. After all, she is a genius in terms of acting skills.

Within 20 minutes, he heard the sound of the elevator opening, Matsuda opened the door of his house, looked at Belmod in a light blue dress, and said solemnly: "Don't spray such a strong perfume next time, it's very difficult. Smells bad."

"I'm so sorry, I forgot your sense of smell...it's very sensitive." Belmod said with a smile, but she always thought she was spraying so much on purpose.

Matsuda casually threw the script on the coffee table to her, and said indifferently, "You are familiar with this aspect, help me see how to play it."

Belmod couldn't help laughing when she caught the script and flipped through a few pages. She couldn't imagine that her little Porto could act well in such a crooked script.

"Come and try this passage."

"Oh."

Matsuda expressionlessly held the line paper he had just printed in the printer, and said without emotion: "If this is really your wish, princess, I am willing to put this face with ugly scars on it..."

"~"

"what?"

Belmod smiled and stood up and said indifferently, "Porto, can you put some emotion into it and say that reciting poetry is more emotional than you... If you read it like this, it's like a robot."

"...It would be good for me to say such a nasty line." Matsuda frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

Belmod looked at the content of the script, and easily performed it in Matsuda's voice. He could hear the lines very well, but - Matsuda almost vomited.

It's very strange that your voice is used by others... It's a tone that I've never used before, it's disgusting.

"Don't read it."

"Heh~ But haven't you read the script? There's a wonderful plot behind it."

Matsuda was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the plot?"

"The knight is going to kiss the princess passionately, haven't you seen this plot?" Belmod pointed to the last few pages and asked.

"???"

Matsuda hurriedly turned to the end. It wasn't that Belmod was teasing him, there really was such a plot... Please, what did this guy Suzuki write? !

No, it is 100% impossible for him to act in such a scenario.

Kiss, what a joke.

"You can go back." Matsuda issued an order to expel guests with a cold face. As long as he didn't act in this kind of thing, he didn't need Belmode to help him improve his lines.

"Ah, it's not good not to send the lady home so late?" Belmod sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, not looking like he wanted to leave at all.

"Who dares to touch you?" Matsuda raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, afraid that he didn't know how he was killed by this woman.

Belmod felt bored and didn't bother to continue to talk to Matsuda, waved his hand and walked towards the door.

Matsuda waited until she got into the elevator to find Suzuki Sonoko's contact information from her phone. It was nothing more than pretending to be sick and saying that she was not feeling well and could not participate in the next rehearsal. She needed to take time off to rest at home.

As an apology, he promised to invite her and Xiaolan to afternoon tea at a high-end dessert shop after the school festival.

Matsuda felt a lot more relaxed when he refused to play the male lead. For the first time, he felt that such a troublesome stage play was more complicated than the task arranged by the travel organization. Sometimes he really admired Belmode for making so many TV series and movies. , thanks to her acting.

Tomorrow, I will be at home. I am afraid that I have to go out on the weekends for the tasks arranged by Rum. It is a very fulfilling day.

But what makes Matsuda tangled is whether he should have a showdown with Kudo. He really wants to know where Miyano Shiho is now, and why the two of them have contact.

- "The man who was with her."

Matsuda: (ー`′ー)...

"It's time to find a time to show off his identity with him."

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The golden day has always been a day that Matsuda looks forward to, because there are two days off after school in the afternoon, and it is the easiest thing to not have to deal with those enthusiastic students in the school.

Today is quite special. Due to the reason of pretending to be sick and asking for leave, Matsuda has been modifying his motorcycle in the underground garage since last night. After a few hours, his body was dirty with oil. He went home and took a shower. Comfortable clothes nestled in the sofa, hoping that Jinjiu would not send a message to Darum's order and let himself lie down like a salted fish for a day.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The phone vibrated on the coffee table, and Matsuda frowned. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon, and he had not finished reading "The Enemy on the Plate" written by Kaoru Kitamura.

Matsuda glanced at the name displayed on the phone screen. It wasn't Gin, but Maorilan?

He answered the phone in confusion and asked, "...Hello? This is Matsuda."

"Matsuda-kun, Yuanzi and I are downstairs in your apartment, what floor are you on?"

How did the two of them come here?

Matsuda quickly got up from the sofa, coughed twice while pretending to be sick, and asked, "Cough...why are you here?"

"I'm a little worried about your body, is it disturbing your rest? I'm sorry."

She always apologized habitually. Matsuda frowned and said indifferently: "No, I can't sleep and I'm reading a novel, ahem...my house is on the twentieth floor."

"That's good~ Then we're up."

Matsuda hung up the phone and ran into the bathroom quickly. Since he participated in the YS human experiment, his body may have produced a large amount of antibodies, so that he has not been sick since he was eight years old.

The cough of a cold is easy to imitate, but it is difficult to have a fever. What if Mao Lilan wants to take a thermometer to measure his body temperature? After thinking about it, Matsuda had to pick up the hair dryer and blow it on his forehead, trying to keep himself warm.

Hearing a knock at the door, Matsuda turned off the hair dryer and ran barefoot into the bedroom, wrapped himself in a blanket, and put on a mask by the way, before opening the door. He noticed that Maurilan was still exaggeratingly holding it in his hand. A fruit basket.

I'm not seriously ill, is it necessary to bring a fruit basket?

"...cough, please come in."

"Yeah, Matsuda-kun, why are you still like a child, you have a fever and step on the floor with bare feet!" Mao Lilan noticed that Matsuda was actually barefoot, and sighed helplessly.

Suzuki Sonoko snickered secretly, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is true, after the separation of the uncle and aunt, Xiaolan really let Xiaolan develop the character of an old mother. In addition, Conan, who usually has to take care of the boarding house, is really more and more like her mother.

"…understood."

Matsuda is not good at dealing with such enthusiastic people, which will make him recall her deep in his memory.

This is why Matsuda has no way to refute every time he is "educated" by Mao Lilan.

The person who will always chase after him and guide him patiently with a smile on his face no matter what happens.

- "Little Kong, you have to sit down and eat seriously, or else you won't be tall~"

- "Xiao Wei, today we will go home to celebrate your birthday with you, aren't you looking forward to it?"

The two looked at the environment in the apartment and found that there was no sign of other people staying in the apartment. Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but wonder: "Songtian, do you live alone?"

"Well, my parents are abroad." Matsuda said indifferently.

"You definitely haven't eaten dinner yet? Do you have anything in the refrigerator? I'll get you some egg porridge." Maurilan asked.

Matsuda sat on the sofa slightly embarrassed. There was nothing in his refrigerator except mineral water.

"No, I'm not hungry. You guys should go back early. Colds are contagious."

"But your parents are not at home, so no one will take care of you when you are sick..."

"It's okay, my temperature has gone down."

"okay then."

Ma Lilan didn't insist, and after putting down the fruit basket, he pulled Suzuki Sonoko to leave. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Matsuda to eat as lightly as possible these days.

Matsuda, who was not sick at all, felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. After watching the two leave, he sighed. He is really not good at dealing with such people.