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

Imagine a 17-year-old young man squatting down and pulling your clothes, calling out"Brother Fengjian~" with a long tail tone

"Brother Kazama, it’s not good to tell lies!"

"……Kudo, I know it's you. Let's talk next time."

After saying that, Kazama Tsuru covered his stomach and walked away quickly, leaving Conan standing there stupidly.

He knew my identity... Although I expected it, I was still caught off guard.

Is there something wrong with him leaving so quickly?

No, it seems...

Conan's mind flashed with all the subtle expressions and movements of Kazama Tsuru during the conversation just now.

He has a stomachache?

He suddenly got sick... But...

A person who is often sick doesn't carry medicine with him? How did he know his identity? He originally wanted to hide the facts he knew, but suddenly admitted it? Was it because of his questioning? Was it because of physical reasons that he didn't have time to think more? He just got sick again not long after being discharged from the hospital? He seemed to have problems with his lungs and heart before, and now he has problems with his stomach? How many diseases does he have?

The mystery in Conan's mind became more and more complicated. More and more.

On the other side, Feng Jianhe walked out quickly for a distance, then stopped, holding the wall and holding his stomach.

Originally, the stomachache was just a joke, but I didn't expect that it would really start to hurt later, and now there seems to be a kind of tangled pain.

Feng Jianhe waited until he got used to the severe pain and became numb to the pain, then he tried to distract himself and think intermittently.

Hiss... It seems that the system always waits for me to think of a pain somewhere, and then starts to really stimulate the pain... or a trigger appears, making me feel a slight pain and then aggravating the symptoms.

What if I don't think randomly and suggest that I am actually very healthy, can I avoid such a mechanism?

Compared with good health, those rewards are nothing.

If he can avoid these pains, he would rather have no rewards at all.╰（‵□′）╯

Woo woo woo……

""Kazama-kun?"

Kazama Tsuru was holding his stomach and retching when a familiar voice came from behind him.

It was his editor, Igarashi Yang.

He looked at Kazama Tsuru with an anxious look on his face, and seeing that he was a little unsteady, he turned to the side and supported him lightly.

He was not very old, about the same age as Kazama Tsuru, but his work ability was good, otherwise he would not have been assigned to be in charge of a famous writer like Kazama Tsuru.

He was just scolded by the editor-in-chief this morning because he did not hand over the new book well with Kazama Tsuru. Not only did he have no idea about the new book, but he didn't even have a date!

Letters from readers urging him to submit manuscripts were sent to the publishing house one by one.

But with Kazama Tsuru's physical condition, Igarashi Yang really couldn't urge him, and it was obviously difficult to force Kazama Tsuru to set a date.

It was terrible.

"How are you? Did you bring medicine? Do you want to go to the hospital? Or should I go get you some water?"

Feng Jianhe slowed down and looked at the sunny and handsome boy Igarashi Yang with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, Igarashi, don't worry too much.

This time he didn't dare to say"it will be fine soon", for fear that the flag would be raised again, and then……

"Then I'll take you to my house? You know, my house is very close, just a short walk away!"

"That's too troublesome.……"

"It's no trouble. You know me anyway. You don't have to go to the club every day. Just complete the task. It doesn't matter if you don't go today."

Finally, Feng Jianhe agreed to Igarashi Yang's proposal and was supported by him all the way to his home.

Igarashi Yang's home is not bad, it is very spacious, more than enough for one person to live in.

"Fengjian, you lie down first, I'll go get some water."

"I am really sorry to bother you."

Feng Jianhe's voice was weak and exhausted.

"It's nothing. I've helped you enough!"

Igarashi Yang poked his head out from the door, smiled at Fengjian He, and ran to get some water.

So it was a friend...

The friends the original owner made were pretty good.

After that, Igarashi Yang let Fengjian He drink some warm water, and found some medicine for him to take.

Igarashi Yang sat beside the bed, and the two chatted for a few words.

Maybe it was the effect of the medicine, Fengjian He soon felt sleepy and gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was completely dark. Judging from the sky, it was probably midnight.

Fengjian He couldn't sleep anyway, so he just got up.

He was much better, with only dull pain in his stomach.

He hadn't eaten anything for most of the day, but now he didn't have much appetite.

In another room, Igarashi Yang was sleeping soundly.

Lying quietly with his eyes closed, he felt less sunny, and instead had a gentleness that was very similar to Fengjian He.

His home is indeed quite large, with all kinds of furniture, but it is very clean, probably He cleans it frequently.

There are not many signs of the kitchen being used. A closer look reveals that the kitchen utensils are not complete. He probably doesn’t know how to cook.

There are many photos everywhere, and a large part of them are photos of him and the original owner in various places. The two have known each other for a long time and have been traveling together for a long time.

The original owner was a travel writer, and he became the editor in charge of the original owner. They really have a good relationship.

There are also many trophies and medals, representing all kinds of skills. It seems that Igarashi Yang is an all-rounder?!

Then it is possible that he worked hard to buy this house. Although the housing prices in Tokyo are expensive, it is normal for people with so many skills to live a better life.

Finally, Kazama Tsuruga looked around and stopped by the balcony.

There are many flowers and plants on the balcony. There are no too precious varieties, but they are all well taken care of. He should be a careful person.

Kazama Tsuruga smiled gently, sat on a chair on the balcony, and watched the night quietly.

……

"Fengjian? Fengjian? ?"

Fengjian He opened his eyes and saw the face of Igarashi Yang.��

"How did you fall asleep here? I went to the guest room to look for you but didn't see you. I thought you left in the middle of the night, but you ran to the balcony instead."

Igarashi Yang straightened up and muttered, looking indignant.

"I used to be sick often, and now my health has become worse. Why don’t you take care of yourself? I’m afraid I’ll have a fever again after being exposed to the wind all night. Really."

Feng Jianhe woke up from his sleep. A simple analysis made him roughly understand the relationship between the two and Igarashi Yang’s personality, but he didn’t pay too much attention to his nagging.

"I'm sorry to cause you trouble. I'm so bad.……"

Feng Jianhe deliberately turned his head away with a sad look, and the breeze blew his hair, making him look even more melancholy.

"Ah!" Seeing this, Igarashi Yang stepped forward eagerly.

"No, it's nothing. You've helped me so much, so it's okay for me to take care of you. Didn't you save my life in Nagano before?……"

He was at a loss for words and explained a lot, and then he saw Feng Jianhe's smiling expression.

"you……"

"Thank you so much for your help, can you please pour me a cup of warm water?"

Igarashi Yang:...

I feel cheated

"Kazama……"

Dangerous tone

"Ahem... Igarashi……"

Feng Jianhe coughed twice, frowned, covered his stomach with his hands, and spoke in a lower voice. He exuded a pitiful and helpless aura from head to toe.

"Okay, okay, I'll go get some water.……"

Igarashi Yang was completely deflated. He slapped his forehead and turned to pour water. He had no idea what to do with a patient.

"Really, I didn't look that weak when I was in the wild before. Where's the momentum of setting up the tent in one minute? Is it really the result of getting sicker?……"

Igarashi left mumbling.

But he didn't see it at all. After he left, the smile on Kazama Tsuru's face gradually disappeared, and he covered his stomach and retched several times.

Colic... It got worse after a night. It was terrible.