Chapter 103

"Mr. Natsume, you finished reading it so quickly."

Aso Akiya, who spent Saturday at home, said to himself while carving radish.

Lan Tang didn't know that something was missing at home, so he walked out of the gym and said to the man who came back after buying a lot of ingredients from a trip: "Qiu Ye, are you having Chinese food today?"

Aso Qiuya raised the radish and said, "I'm making preparations."

Behind Lan Tang was a scurrying cat that was about to collapse on the ground. The cat seemed to have been fished out of the water, its fur was all wet, and its hands and feet were weak. It pulled Lan Tang's arm to prevent it from falling.

Aso Qiu also liked to see such a scene: "Ranpo, Mr. Fukuzawa, you have made a reasonable training schedule. Rando and I will be responsible for supervising your training."

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who is no longer the full-time protector of his father in the original work, is very cruel to Edogawa Ranpo. ‌Edogawa Ranpo stays at home for two days out of seven days, and follows him during the day for the remaining five days.

Fukuzawa Yukichi went around to work and solve crimes, and at night he came home to play games and eat snacks. Without paying attention, the other party's waistline became thicker, and there were signs of baby fat on his face.

Edogawa whined wildly, "I really can't do it anymore..."

Lan Tang wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel and said calmly: "Being able to shout means you are powerful. You will continue to train with me tomorrow. You are not allowed to stay in bed or be lazy."

Edogawa Ranpo's vision turned black, he loosened his fingers and fell to the ground.

Lan Tang grabbed Ranpo with quick eyes and quick hands.

"Qiu Ye, he seems to be lacking sugar... Strange, he eats so many sweets every day and still lacks sugar?"

"Maybe he's a big sugar addict."

Aso Qiu also made a joke with him. He got up and wanted to take Ranpo over, but Rando refused to let him go, saying that Ranpo was covered in sweat and would stain Qiuya's clothes. Rando, who took on the responsibility of guardian, sent the person away in person.

He went to a chair to rest, patted the boy's pale face, and drank glucose water.

Edogawa Ranpo regained some consciousness, hugged Rando's waist and begged for mercy.

"Look, I'm about to faint!"

"Um."

"Mr. Rando... training can be reduced by half... and then by half... okay?"

"not good."

Lan Tang answered him cruelly.

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Edogawa, who was physically and mentally injured, was autistic. He refused to be coaxed by anyone. After taking a bath, he couldn't feel happy when he saw a table full of sumptuous Chinese food at noon. He huddled in a chair and looked miserable.

.Zhongyuan Zhongya, who came for lunch on time, walked in from outside the villa, with his hands in his pockets. His clothes could not be called glamorous, but he was low-key and individual, in line with the current fashion trend.

"What happened to him?" Zhongyuan Zhongya wondered.

Aso Qiuya was originally gloating about his misfortune, but he felt a little distressed when he saw this, "Ranpo started exercising today, and I feel a little uncomfortable. Rando, don't you relax your standards?"

Rando put the spoon into the soup bowl, his heart as solid as stone, "Don't be fooled by him, think about it, Ranpo-kun is about to be fifteen years old, but he can't beat ten-year-old Chuuya-kun."

Aso Qiuya laughed dryly: "Isn't this... normal?"

Not to mention the four-year-old gap, twenty-six-year-old Butei Ranpo couldn't beat ten-year-old Chuuya.

"What's normal!" Lan Tang was shocked and looked at Ranpo and Chuuya who were sitting in their seats. "Ranpo-kun, didn't you keep saying that Chuuya-kun is your brother? Please trouble me.

Show some brotherly strength and you can't hide behind Chuuya-kun when you encounter danger."

This is heartbreaking.

Edogawa Ranpo hummed and started eating.

Zhongyuan Zhong also understood what happened and felt happy in his heart. He grinned, "Yes, come on."

His current appearance is no longer overly disguised.

After tests by him, Ranpo Edogawa, and Akiya Aso, the traces of the makeup technique were removed step by step. Through Rando's reaction, it was determined that Nakahara Chuuya's appearance would not be a trigger for the time being.

On the one hand, Nakahara Chuuya is young, and his facial features are not fully developed. On the other hand, he wears contact lenses at all times to cover up the color of his pupils. In addition, he slightly adjusts his eyebrows and hairstyle. Even though Adil has fully recovered his memory,

Rimbaud would not necessarily think that ten-year-old Nakahara Chuuya was related to -year-old Paul Verlaine.

That one or two points of familiarity will be ignored by Lan Tang's subjective consciousness under frequent contact.

Hit it off?

Maybe that's the best reason.

This matter was the result of the joint efforts of the three of them, and fortunately, they were able to get through the difficulties fortunately.

Zhongyuan Zhongya was eating delicious Chinese food, thinking wildly in his mind: "How worried dad is about Mr. Lan Tang's ex. He is so defensive. Will Mr. Lan Tang forgive that person when he regains his memory? Impossible, Ranpo.

It is said that the two of them have a grudge and will probably fight when they meet."

After lunch, Aso Akiya arranged the dishes on the dining table, while Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Chuuya were taken out by Rando to eat.

Watching the two children, an older one and a younger one, playing in the flower bed in front of the villa, Lan Tang felt like raising two cats. He finally admitted what Qiuya said: "Raising cats helps to make the body and mind happy."

Without anyone paying attention, Lan Tang went back to find Qiu Ye, hugged Qiu Ye in the kitchen, and kissed her from behind.

Aso Qiuya's hands were in the sink, making some detergent foam, and he touched Ran Tang's nose. Ran Tang quickly moved away, rejecting the oily foam.

"Akiya!"

"Lantang, why did the person who took care of the child sneak back?"

"They are playing and I don't need to watch over them."

Lan Tang skillfully found the mobile phone in Qiuye's pants pocket and unlocked the password lock. The photos on the screen of the other party's mobile phone were a French ragdoll cat, a black cat, and an orange cat.

Lan Tang said resentfully: "Have you raised my cat?"

Aso Qiuya said: "My dear, you are my first cat! The most expensive breed!"

Lan Tang put the phone back and buried his face in Qiu Ye's shoulder.

"I'm not expensive."

The couple, who can be called devils to their enemies, live happily at home and tolerate each other's minor problems.

Two little heads poked out of the window in front of the kitchen.

Edogawa Ranpo: [Look, these are your father and your mother, no need for a third person.]

Zhongyuan Zhongya bared his teeth at him and refused to accept provocation, "I'm happy!"

During the lunch break, Aso Akiya coaxed the two children to sleep, and after speaking to Rando, he went to get back Natsume Soseki's collection of poems he had written that morning.

The ‌day's rest time passed like this.

On Sunday, Aso Akiya received a message from Natsume Soseki: [Eight o'clock in the evening, Wanxiangdo.]

He sat up from Lan Tang's side. The friction between his skin was delicate and tender, which made people's hearts flutter. The Chinese's long legs were slanted across his body, and his toes were hooked to prevent him from leaving.

‌In terms of openness in thought and behavior, ten Japanese people cannot compare to ‌French people.

Aso Qiu also replied to the message: [Okay.]

Then, he silently retreated into bed, hugged Lan Tang tightly, and stroked his round buttocks/mounds with his palms, savoring the feeling of being clamped. He would dream of sleeping with Lan Tang like this for the rest of his life! No one can tear him apart.

They, the Japanese government can’t do it, and neither can the Chinese government!

Aso Qiuya felt aggrieved: [I also wanted to hurt them, and I tried my best to beat them, but I couldn't beat them.]

Lan Tang rubbed his chest, the tip of his nose pressed against the elastic muscles.

"Qiu Ye, your heart is beating wildly."

"Um."

After a little while...he swore he felt a little worried.

As night falls, at eight o'clock in the evening, Aso Akiya appears alone in the dangerous city of Yokohama.

There are always movements in the dark alleys, passers-by leaving in a hurry, street girls in the red light district looming, and the bar street is always visited by young people.

Nishida Shihashi followed not far behind him, acting as a bodyguard with a cold expression. His superpowers covered Aso Akiya's body throughout the whole process, which was enough to use his superpowers to protect him when the bullets broke through the air.

Things that attack turn into bubbles.

Nishida Shihashi had never been to Wanxiangdo. When he was about to reach the tunnel where the railway crossed, Aso Qiuya said to the person in the dark: "You stay at the entrance of the tunnel, there is no need to come in."

Nishida Shihashi nodded and withdrew his supernatural power without hesitation. Although he was curious about who this person was going to see when he went out at night, the discomfort of being commanded still existed. He didn't care about Aso Qiuya's life or death, he only cared about when he could go back to rest.

, no one wants to work overtime every day!

In Wanxiang Hall, the blackboard has been wiped clean.

Aso Qiu also sat in the first row under the podium, placing paper and pen on the table. He looked like a good student, as long as you didn't look at his dazed expression with his hands on his chin.

Eight o'clock sharp.

A calico cat with clean fur came outside Wanxiang Hall.

Immediately afterwards, the door of Wanxiang Hall was closed, cutting off the outside world for Natsume Soseki's lecture hall.

After Natsume Soseki came, not to mention other things, Aso Aki also took an anti-tracking course. Aso Aki was also exposed to these in the port mafia, and his learning was relatively rough. After all, no one in the government knew about it.

There are so many, it just needs a professional to provide additional explanations.

The ‌ hour course is over.

Natsume Soseki filled the blackboard with content and threw the short piece of chalk back into the chalk box.

Neither the master nor the disciple mentioned that this was a lesson, they looked at each other.

Aso Qiuya sits upright.
To be continued...