The Rational Detective in Detective Conan - Chapter 42: Conan, the Problematic Child

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal?

This novel is also known as Mr. Mayor Please Be Kind

She is an old spinster of average status. He is young and powerful, achieving status as a high ranking official of River City within a span of just a few years. She had a deep love, but being unable to endure the harsh reality of life, she left. He had also loved once before, but he had been suffered betrayal from his girlfriend and friends, he delayed his marriage.

Having exchanged a few coincidental glances with him, she mistakenly assumed him to be her blind date, and without asking any other questions, she directly inquired him: “Do you want to come with me to get a card (marriage book)?”

He recognized this woman, and holding her with a feeling that was neither love nor hate, pleasure replacing surprise, he nodded: “I’m free in the afternoon!” He had not corrected her.

As per martial business, she offered him an agreement, calmly stating: She will agree to roll the bed sheet once a week! He quietly raised an eyebrow, mouth half-smiling, and flamboyantly signed his name. So because of this agreement…

“Wife, it’s late, let’s get some rest,” the man stated. The woman looked in to his eyes, nodded, and turned off the bedside lamp. In the darkness, a pair of large hands probed into her clothes, caressing her skin like satin. It was a beautiful night.

On the second night: “Wife, it’s late, let’s get some rest, ” the man stated. The woman looked in to his eyes, nodded, turned off the bedside lamp and lay down to sleep. His dark, large hand reached up to her again and slid into her clothes, probing her smooth skin until it was then suddenly caught.

“What are you doing? ” the woman asked coldly.

”There is a marital agreement to fulfill! ” the man said, take it for granted, and then pressed on top of the woman. It was a spectacular night.

The next morning, the woman who was brimming with an aching waist and grief, came out from the study room with eyes wide open, angrily said: “Su Yicheng, you crafty Official!”

The agreement read: marriage, rest once a week!

Love after marriage, warm and spoiled.

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My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

In a world where everyone has a system, Liang Yu, who had lost his previous system, finally received a second one. This time, he was playing the second male lead instead of a cannon fodder.

He has one mission.

Bend the male lead.

Liang Yu: I can do this task just fine. But Lord God, please don’t drop the novel again.

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