How can I live next to Conan when I vomit blood from time to time?

Forgive Feng Jianhe. Looking at Mr. Jinzhu in the hot spring, he felt that he looked like a white dough. He looked a little fat when he was wearing a bathrobe, but in the hot spring, it was as if the fat was soaked and became more obvious.

It was terrible.

Feng Jianhe shook his head to get rid of this strange idea. At this time, Igarashi Yang was already preparing to go into the water.

"Fengjian, come down quickly!"

Maybe his shout was too loud, and several people nearby looked over.

"Oh, that seems to be……"

"Is it the writer Mr. Kazama Tsuru?"

"Yes! It's that famous writer!"

The attention of the people around him was drawn, and they immediately noticed Feng Jianhe who had just entered the water.

Then, when Feng Jianhe entered the water, he felt that the surroundings were dark.

When he looked up, four or five strong men surrounded him.

Feng Jianhe:...

If he hadn't heard their conversation just now, he would have thought……

"Excuse me, are you the famous writer Mr. Kazama Tsuru?"

This man is quite polite.

"Uh... I don't dare to call myself a famous writer. I am indeed Kazama Tsuru"

"Ah, it really is!"

"What a pity I didn't bring my camera……"

"Didn't you just happen to bring a book?"

"Yes! That book……"

Several strong men were chatting with Feng Jianhe. Feng Jianhe felt that he was not feeling well and looked at Igarashi Yang. Igarashi Yang also understood what Feng Jianhe meant. He thought that he had seen enough of the show and came to help him out.

"Everyone, signing autographs and taking photos can be done later. Let Fengjian take a good rest now."

A few strong men looked at the situation and found something wrong. They apologized and dispersed.

Fengjian He was relieved.

"Kazama-kun, you are a celebrity now too.

Igarashi Yang smiled.

"Well, there are pros and cons. Being recognized all the time is also a kind of trouble."

Feng Jianhe sighed lightly.

"But... your complexion seems to be a little off. How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Igarashi Yang smiled and looked at Feng Jianhe's face. He found that his face was strangely red, and asked worriedly.

Feng Jianhe was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was a little hot.

"I don't feel anything special. I guess I feel a little hot after taking a hot spring bath."

Feng Jianhe didn't care.

"Let's go over there. I think Mr. Jinzhu has been waiting for a long time."

Feng Jianhe went straight over.

Igarashi Yang looked at his back and felt a little worried. After thinking for a while, he said something to Feng Jianhe and went ashore.

"Mr. Jinzhu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Feng Jianhe walked to Jinzhuzhi's side and found that he seemed to have a companion.

"It's nothing, I often encounter such things."Jin Zhuzhi smiled and looked at the person next to him,"This is the famous writer Mr. Kazama Tsuru I just met. Mr. Kazama, this is my friend Sai Nobukazu"

"Hello"

"Hello."

The two shook hands, but it seemed a bit strange to do such a thing in a hot spring.

"Ah, what a coincidence, the three of us writers have all met each other."

Saijiro Nobukazu's tall and thin figure is completely different from Kanetake Tomo. Kazama

Tsuru also felt that there seemed to be something wrong with him, not just his appearance or body shape, but... the whole person seemed a little... awkward

"Is Mr. Se-kyung also a writer?"

"Yes, Jinzhu and I used to share the pen name of Imai Tomokazu"

"Oh, that's how it is……"

"By the way, I have a famous local wine that I just bought. Would you like to try it, Mr. Kazama?"

Having said that, Saeki Nobukazu turned around, took a cup and poured half a cup.

Kazama Tsuru couldn't refuse, so he drank it.

The taste of this wine was a bit strange.

Kazama Tsuru savored it and was about to ask about the wine in confusion, but Saeki Nobukazu changed the subject and talked about writing.

Kazama Tsuru didn't ask any more questions.

The three of them chatted like this, from pen names and writing experiences to specific writing plots and techniques.

The chat was pretty good, but as the chat went on, Kazama Tsuru felt more and more dizzy, and seemed to have some chest tightness.

Jin Zhuzhi also noticed something was wrong

""Kazama-kun, are you okay? I think there's something wrong with your face."

The hot spring mist rose, and Kazama Tsuru was only above the water's surface from his shoulders up. His hair was wet and stuck to his cheeks, and drops of water fell from his body into the water.

His face was red, completely different from the paleness of the past. The blush spread from his cheeks to the base of his neck. His eyes seemed to be unable to open due to the heat. They were only half open, and his long eyelashes blinked, dropping a drop of water.

He put his hand on his forehead. He was indeed getting hotter.

"I heard that Fengjian-kun's health was not very good. Did he soak in the hot spring for too long?"

Sai Jing Xuanyi also found the problem and looked at Fengjian He with a worried look on his face.

""Fazama?"

Igarashi finally appeared. I don't know what he was doing just now. He disappeared for so long.

"Igarashi? You just……"

"I went to my room to get some medicine just now, just in case, but you are in this state now.……"

Igarashi Yang holds the pills in his hand, looking very worried.

"Come ashore quickly, take some medicine and have a good rest."

Feng Jianhe also realized that something was wrong with him.

"Well, I think I have to leave first. I'm sorry."

The two of them didn't mean to blame me, and they showed concern for me.

These two are good people. At first, I thought...

Feng Jianhe thought about his first impression of the two and shook his head secretly.

However, that glass of wine was a bit...

Feng Jianhe pursed his lips and felt that strange taste was still spreading in his mouth.

Um... I'm getting more and more dizzy

"Fengjian? Are you okay? Take the medicine first."

The last thing that stayed in Fengjianhe's vision was Igarashi Yang's enlarged face.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jianhe felt that he was almost used to fainting. This time, when he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling of the hotel room.

It seemed that Igarashi Yang did not send him to the hospital.

"Kazama? Are you awake?"

"What time is it now?"

"Fortunately, it was only in the evening and you didn’t sleep for long. Igarashi Yang said with some worry

"I wanted to take you to the hospital, but you kept grabbing my clothes after you passed out, and I thought you didn't want to go to the hospital, so I didn't take you there.……"

"Well, I really don't want to go, I should be fine in a while."

Feng Jianhe still felt a little dizzy and had trouble breathing, but it wasn't too serious.

"Is the festival about to start? Let's go and watch the night festival."

Feng Jianhe was about to get out of bed, but Igarashi Yang was startled and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Hey! You're still going to the festival! No! You're……"

"It's okay Igarashi……"

Igarashi Yang was still very worried, and Fengjian He persuaded him for a long time before he reluctantly nodded.

Unknown to both of them, a dark shadow left the door.