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Chapter 126 The child facing the wall remembers to reflect on his mistakes

The next day I slept until I woke up naturally. I had a good sleep at midnight, so I didn't see anyone when I left the room.

Lingshi scratched his head and wondered, how could those two people sleep better than him?

Then I saw breakfast and a note on the table. Oh, so one of them was at work and the other was at school. That made sense. No wonder I couldn't see them.

...That's weird! What kind of a timeline is this? I clearly remember that yesterday was Saturday, and it's okay for Morofushi Jingguang to go to Harrow, but how come Conan is in school again?

The system came out to explain timidly.

System: Host, unfortunately, today's date is Friday.

Midnight: ...Wow.

A miraculous evaporation incident in a week! Why didn’t he have such a good thing when he was in school? It would be a weekend if he went to school for two days, or a weekend if he went to school for one day. How great it was.

system:……

It’s actually a good idea, but unfortunately it’s just a dream. There’s no way such a good thing can happen.

Midnight: Don’t say anything. Anyone with a discerning eye can see who the wise ruler is.

I walked over at midnight, sat down on the sofa, picked up the breakfast on the table, and since it was still warm, there was no need to heat it up.

If that's the case, shouldn't we collect the letter of guarantee? It's Friday today.

While eating breakfast at midnight, he didn't forget to play a trick on Conan, so Conan at school sneezed violently, and looking at the time, he probably woke up at midnight.

CONAN: He was definitely talking about me.

Although the murderer guessed correctly, there was no reward, and it was not until school was over that Conan remembered the important thing.

He had forgotten that the sneeze he had today was caused by the three apologies in front of him.

Ayumi Mitsuhiko and the others handed it to Conan, but Conan just stood there in a daze, slowly becoming petrified.

Oh no... He didn't finish writing. No wonder he had a bad feeling today. It turns out he was waiting for him here.

Conan took the three people's letters of apology, turned around and ran away in a hurry. Ayumi reached out to stop him.

"Conan, aren't you going to play today?"

"No, I'm not going—Uncle Lingshi is waiting for me at home!"

Conan ran very fast, which aroused the suspicion of the three people, and Ayumi was worried about the question.

"What's wrong with Conan? He looks so anxious. Is there anything wrong?"

Mitsuhiko's suspicion is more reasonable.

"Something's wrong. Seeing how anxious he was just now, he must be up to something."

Yuan Tai said while watching the fun,

"You haven't finished writing your apology yet, Conan, it's 1,500. Go back and finish it now."

Ayumi quickly stood up for Conan. After all, it was Conan who helped them write the first apology letter. How could it be a apology letter?

But Mitsuhiko doesn't think so. Genta's guess is not unreasonable. Although Conan is very powerful, he has 500 more words than them this time, so he will definitely be helpless.

But Ayumi didn't listen to his analysis. She firmly believed that Conan must have encountered an urgent matter and it was impossible that he had not finished writing the apology.

Ayumi was so determined to make a promise for Conan that even Mitsuhiko, who was reasoning seriously, had no choice. Not to mention Genta, seeing the girl they liked acting like this, both of them could only agree with her.

But Conan, who was firmly trusted, was praying that Zero Hour had not returned home yet, or that he would forget about it.

With the last hope, Conan ran back home, but did not see Lingshi's shoes at the entrance.

Okay, now is the time to go back to my room and finish that unfinished self-criticism.

Thinking of this, Conan changed his shoes with a look of relief and ran into the house, but when he saw Lingshi drinking tea leisurely on the sofa, his brain short-circuited for a moment.

At midnight, he turned his head and looked at me with a smile.

"You're back, Conan~"

Conan's expression changed from elation to guilt and he dared not respond to Reiji's gaze.

"I'm back... Midnight, you're home. Why aren't your shoes in the entrance? I was shocked."

"Oh, my shoes. They were a little dirty, so I washed them and put them on the balcony to dry."

Ling Shi was thinking about the memories, then saw a few pieces of paper in Conan's hand, and reached out to take them as if he suddenly remembered something.

"The self-review is done. It's really good. Let me check it."

Conan: My life is over...

Sure enough, when I flipped through it at midnight, I found that there were only three copies, and the one with Conan was missing.

Then Zero pretended to be surprised and said:

"Ah, what's going on, Conan-kun? Why are there only three? Where did yours go?"

It sounds so familiar, isn't this the noise Conan makes every time he appears at the crime scene and finds clues?

Conan just felt that he seemed to be being sarcastic by Zero Hour, and said that he would never make such noise at the crime scene again next time, and he would change his routine.

System: Host, you are so mean, hahaha, you clearly know that he is Kudo Shinichi, but you still treat him like a child.

Hahaha, he even learned other people's lines. In the future, when Conan wants to do something, he will think of today's weird operation and then hold it back.

Conan thought about the unfinished product in the room, trying to get away with it, and said to Lingshi with a wry smile:

"My share is in the room. Let's go have dinner first. I'll give it to you when we come back. I'm suddenly very hungry!"

Conan pushed Zero Time and tried to change the subject, but there was no way Zero Time would let him go so easily. He turned and walked towards Conan's room.

"It's okay. Midorikawa will bring it over later. Let me check the apology letter first. Yours is in the room, right? I can get it myself."

Conan stretched out his hand, but he couldn't stop Lingshi, who was running fast. In a short while, Lingshi walked into the room and came out with Conan's semi-finished product.

Conan: I have no words to say. This wave is coming for me.

Lingshi swung the unfinished work belonging to Conan in his hand and said casually:

"It looks like it's not even close to fifteen hundred, but less than five hundred."

So when Zhu Fushi Jingguang brought the takeout dinner for two people to the door, he opened the door and saw Conan standing facing the wall as punishment, with an apology sign in his hand.

"I was wrong. I didn't finish writing my apology."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

This is really funny, so please forgive him for not being able to hold back his laughter. Conan, who was meditating at the moment, heard this and realized that he was seen by a second person, which made him feel even more socially devastated.

Seeing him slacking off, Ling Shi immediately shouted:

"Stand up straight, or you'll have to add another half hour."

It was just like a military training scene, but fortunately it was indoors, without the torture of the scorching sun, and there was only this wooden sign of "social death" held in hand.

"You're already an adult, but you can't even compare to your classmates. You didn't even finish your self-criticism. You should reflect on your mistakes."

"Yes……"

He didn't mention the extra 500 words at all, and thought that it was because he ran out before finishing writing and then forgot about it, so Conan had nothing to say.

Since he couldn't win the argument with Zero Hour anyway, Conan faced the reality and decided to just accept the punishment.

It smells so good. Is this curry rice that Mr. Midorikawa brought me this time? It smells so good. I'm so hungry. How long will it take?

Conan was wailing in his heart, but he stood straight on the surface. Zhu Fujingguang couldn't help but praise his posture, while Lingshi was thinking about other things on the side.