Detective Conan: I'm Just a Coffee Shop Owner

Written at an elementary-school level. If you don't like it, please don't flame me.

A friendly warning: this story is trash. Really trash.

By the way, if you read the warning and still decide to read it, please go easy on me. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll end up fighting.

Yeah, the kind where we fight to the death.

I'm Mu Xu, a walking jinx. I choke even when I drink water, and I can even choke on my own breath. Then one day, I got the best fortune at a fortune-telling shrine, only to fall to my death moments later. Then I transmigrated. Yeah, into the world of Detective Conan. Reality really is that ridiculous. I thought my unlucky constitution meant I would die quickly in Conan's world, especially since I own the coffee shop downstairs from the Mouri Detective Agency. Yes, that coffee shop where you can run into the little death god and undercover agents from the Black Organization at any moment. Who would have thought I'd thrive, and even get roped into being someone's boyfriend :) A certain dark-skinned man said: Quietly taking all the credit, and making the most of living nearby :) The coffee shop owner, who only wants to survive × the dark-skinned man, whose only concern is his country

Then:

Certain dark-skinned man: My lover is this country.

Youki Xu: Oh. (coldly)

Now:

Certain dark-skinned man: I like you.

Youki Xu: No. My lover is this country. Kudo! Hattori! Get over here! I've figured out this case!

Certain dark-skinned man: ...Wait! Honey! Turn around and look at me! (Er Kang reaching out.jpg)

Theme: "My lover is you." "No, shut up. My lover is this country!"