MTL - Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan-Chapter 61 Focus on speaking

In the virtual world, Eisuke Ochiai invited a very professional medical team.

Thanks to the doctor's hard work and the creator's fabrication, Ochiai Aoi got better day by day.

After recovering, Aoi Ochiai was taken home.

Having experienced the despair of his relatives dying twice, Eisuke Ochiai is not so rigid anymore. He no longer interferes too much with Aoi Ochiai, and only occasionally reminds her to eat and take medicine on time.

After the physical condition stabilized, Ochiai Aoi held a small party and invited a few familiar classmates.

The venue has become more luxurious, but the atmosphere and people are the same as before.

In the center of the hall was an oil painting covered with a black cloth. After the dinner, Aoi Ochiai raised his hand and tore off the cloth covering "God's Punishment", revealing the powerful knights and demons in the painting.

"This should be my last oil painting."

As soon as Aoi Ochiai opened her mouth, her classmates were startled, thinking that this serious illness caused some sequelae.

Aoi Ochiai had a stern face, with a heavy expression on her face.

After a few seconds, she finally couldn't help laughing:

"Just kidding~ When I want to paint, I will paint again. But I still prefer colored pencils and gouache to oil paintings, and costume design, um... Medieval literature is also good."

After pulling a bit too far, Ochiai Aoi stopped and looked at the oil painting again:

"This "God Punishment" was painted using the style and painting method my dad was good at, with some 'deep understanding' made up by myself. The award is just to prove my dad's talent.

"I still prefer it to—"

She raised her hand and pressed the mechanism hidden on the side of the frame.

The oil painting that was frequently praised by the audience began to crack, and the hidden painting appeared in front of everyone.

Different from the outer layer of "God Punishment", the brush on the inside is soft to the touch, and on the pale blue sky and the boundless grass, Zhen Zhongxuan is also very cramped and her back is straight, sitting on a wooden chair.

In the painting, Aoi Ochiai is holding a bunch of flowers, standing on one knee and looking at him with a smile - this turned out to be a marriage proposal scene.

"I still prefer this style." Aoi Ochiai, who was outside the painting, took two steps back, admiring her work with kind laughter.

Zhen Zhongxuan also stared blankly at the painting, her lips moved, but she didn't speak for a long time.

Aoi Ochiai looked at him for a while, then suddenly approached and grabbed his hand:

"I've been waiting for you for three years since I entered school. I can't wait any longer."

"So, those confessions are made by..."

"No need!" Ayaka Mazhong also had a huge reaction. He wanted to run away in embarrassment, but before he even took a step, Aoi Ochiai threw him and pushed the person onto the sofa.

The two instantly became the same pose as in the painting.

"...Xiao Kui, I'm not worthy." If he really wanted to push it, Zhen Zhongxuan would certainly push the girl who was recovering from a serious illness, but of course he couldn't do that.

Zhen Zhongxuan could only tremble and bury her face in her palm, her thoughts were confused, she said upside down:

"I almost killed you. If I hadn't misunderstood your father's meaning that day, no... I didn't make it clear that he said something misleading. If he didn't go to the hospital..."

"So you are struggling with this." Aoi Ochiai laughed and patted his hand, "I was shocked, I thought you were going to say, 'I only see you as my sister'."

Zhen Zhongxuan also shook his head silently.

"Okay, raise your head and show your face." Aoi Ochiai pinched his chin a few times, she said with a smile:

"It happened to be Friday, if you hadn't found out that I didn't go to school and came to me, I would have died alone in the rental house.

"In the end, our relationship is still just ordinary classmates who have a good impression of each other.

"You are anxious for someone who is not related by blood and who is not in contact with you, pay for medical bills for my bankruptcy, put down your face and lend me money, I am very grateful for these.

"You just didn't achieve the best results, like those people who went into the water to save people, and choked back to shore when they swam halfway. You are not capable, but you did your best, and that shouldn't be the reason why you can't keep your head up. ."

"…"

Eisuke Ochiai was still angry at the man who suddenly confessed to his daughter~www.novelbuddy.com~ but after hearing this, his face turned pale again.

"Don't think too much." After coaxing Aoi Ochiai, she walked over to see his father's expression, suddenly turned his head, and gave him a kiss on the wrinkled face.

Father Ochiai froze, trying hard to hold his expression, but the corners of his lips under the beard still curled up.

"You should smile more like this. If you keep frowning, the gray hair will become more and more."

Ochiai Aoi held her father's head and rubbed it twice:

"Don't think about what's in the past! Even if you have to pursue it, it's my fault for running away from home. It's none of my father's business."

…

All that needs to be seen.

In the Hell Pavilion, Shiraishi was the first to open his eyes. He got up from his chair and heard a slight movement behind him.

Turning his head, he saw Boss Zhenzhong closed his eyes, with a distorted expression on his face that seemed to be crying and laughing.

Shiraishi looked at the pot-bellied middle-aged boss, and then thought about the handsome young version of Zhenzhong... If it wasn't for a mole on the tip of his left eyebrow, he couldn't believe it was the same person.

Curator Ochiai's face was covered in armor, and Shiraishi couldn't see his expression, but he looked similar.

He looked back, picked up the stone flower and looked at it.

The play button suspended on the flower and the memory fragments have disappeared, and the copied illusion has ended.

A minute later, Boss Manaka and Curator Ochiai opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

They sat up and looked at each other in the drowsy darkness, their eyes extremely complicated.

Just then, someone turned on the top light.