First of all, let me tell you that the pairing of this article is as follows:
No.1 Xinyi & Xiaolan (popular, nothing to be picky about)
No.2 Gin&Sherry (a pairing used by many Conan fanfics. If you think this pairing makes you uncomfortable, please don't close this window carelessly. If you are interested, please continue reading. So, there is nothing to be picky about)
Secondly, since this article is a fan, it will naturally not be the same as the original. If you open the text and find that the plot is far from what you imagined, do the same thing as above, no need to say more.
Secondly, I am a newbie in writing. I just watched Conan during the winter vacation at the beginning of the year when I had nothing to do. After watching it for half a month, I made a major decision: there is no future or money in just reading, so I might as well write it myself! As a result, I wrote N short Conan fan stories (if you want to read them, tell me and I will post them during the summer vacation). If you think this article needs to be modified, please explain it in the comments and I will make the changes until you are satisfied.
Secondly, this article is suitable for all Yujie Controllers, Uncle Controllers, Shota Controllers, and Loli Controllers.
——Xiaolan (kicks the author away with a karate kick): I am not Sister Yu!
——Gin (holding a Beretta? It could also be Tokarev... Shooting wildly at the author): I'm not an uncle! !
——Conan (wearing foot strength-enhancing shoes and took a powerful shot at a football): I am not Shota! ! !
——Sherry (holding APTX4869 and smiling sinisterly): This time it's a finished product. Do you want to try it?
Finally, the author, who had a football mark on his face, a shoe mark on his butt, was covered in bandages and was scared for half his life by the finished product of APTX4869, said in a lingering voice: That's it, look, see, it should be a bit shocking, and newcomers should be cautious (everyone shouted: This is the point, right? Are you talking now? An author was once again dismissed by PIA).
In the distant sky, a certain author who had turned into a shooting star left his last words: We are a flower shop here, not a construction site! ! ! Only flowers are allowed (except white flowers and wreaths), no bricks are allowed! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !