I Don't Feel Like Thinking Today. I'll Just Copy from a Book / I, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Couldn't Possibly Lose a Man-Stealing Contest

Two months had passed since he had shrunk, but he still knew very little about that mysterious Black Organization.

However, he knew that someone had secretly broken into his home—the Kudo Residence next to Professor Agasa's place—recently.

He just did not know whether they had discovered anything.

And today, the long-vacant No. 23, which had been empty for over half a year, had been bought. That made him a little uneasy.

In fact, it was because he had kept staring at the people in No. 23's yard as he passed by that Ayumi and the others noticed Renge sunbathing there.

After seeing Renge, Conan relaxed somewhat. If it really was the Black Organization, they would not send children to do this sort of thing, would they?

Still, he had become curious about the Miyauchi Family again.

With a detective's eye, he could tell at a glance that Renge came from the countryside. Her parents also looked exactly like farmers who worked the fields.

Even if Japanese farmers did not earn less than white-collar workers, buying a house here was definitely not something an ordinary farmer could manage.

What was even more surprising was that, according to Renge, her older brother had earned the money and bought this place himself.

Now he had met that brother—a handsome boy around sixteen years old.

That made him even more concerned. How could a sixteen-year-old earn such a huge sum of money?

Could it have been some illegal deal?

Or had his family suddenly inherited a fortune?

No matter what, to be safe, he needed to find out exactly where this new neighbor had come from.

But the moment that thought arose in Conan's mind, he quickly received his answer.

Professor Agasa came out of the house after hearing the doorbell, exchanged greetings with Miyauchi Hiyage, and naturally accepted the somewhat unusual housewarming gift.

When Professor Agasa saw the Asahigaoka brand label on it, he could not help asking in surprise, "Huh? Isn't this that famous Asahigaoka from the internet?"

Asahigaoka?

A pile of bizarre videos immediately flashed through Conan's mind.

Starting around three years ago, all kinds of countryside videos had gradually begun spreading online.

In one video, some village bully strutted through town like he owned the place. Even a dog he passed would have a clump of fur yanked out.

In another, an outdoor survival expert shared tips for handling danger in the wild. The GIF of him swallowing a wriggling bug whole and saying, "Tastes like chicken, nice and crunchy," was still wildly circulating online.

There were also videos of an ordinary yet confident country electrician showing off his unique creativity. From the early forehead-flicking device to the later prison-style treadmill and upside-down hair-washing machine, every invention challenged the limits of human imagination.

As for those countryside tough-guy videos, they were even more ridiculous. They were obviously stupid and boring, yet somehow sparked wave after wave of imitators.

And without exception, all of those videos had come from the little village of Asahigaoka.

Could this man be from Asahigaoka, the place now known as Japan's number one internet-famous village?

Miyauchi Hiyage nodded and smiled as he explained who he was.

There was no problem telling Conan this. After all, he had no intention of hitting on Ran or Sonoko.

Ran only had Shinichi in her heart right now. He had no interest in being some scumbag blonde.

Sonoko might have been the perfect rich woman, but he was not short on money now. Besides, with the Diary as his cheat, he really had no interest in becoming some Dragon King's live-in son-in-law.

On the contrary, being more candid in front of Conan and Professor Agasa would make it easier to earn their trust.

Did they really think he could not guess? With Conan's personality, he had definitely wondered where the money for the house had come from.

"So those... videos online were all filmed by you, Mr. Miyauchi?" After listening to Miyauchi Hiyage's explanation, Professor Agasa looked at the underage boy in front of him in shock.

How had this boy's brain been wired? How could he think of so many strange inventions?

At first glance, they seemed useless. On closer inspection, they seemed even more useless. Yet for a scientist like him, someone obsessed with inventing things, there really were aspects of those videos that gave him inspiration for new inventions.

Professor Agasa rubbed his hands together and immediately invited Miyauchi Hiyage inside, wanting to discuss those ideas in greater depth.

Even Conan figured it out instantly.

He did not know much about how online videos made money, but Asahigaoka was so famous across the internet that it must have earned quite a lot.

No. 23 had probably been bought with the money he made from those videos.

At the same time, Conan's expression became complicated.

The suspicion that Miyauchi Hiyage had gotten his money illegally had been cleared away, but this truth somehow seemed even more problematic.

This man, who had constantly stirred up trouble online, had now come to Tokyo for high school. His business was probably about to expand into Tokyo as well.

He was not going to take Professor Agasa with him to make those strange videos, was he?

With Professor Agasa's tastes, if Miyauchi Hiyage invited him, he might actually agree.

As for Ayumi and the others, there was even less need to mention them. Even if Miyauchi Hiyage said nothing, they might eagerly run over and beg him to film videos with them.

The moment he imagined that possibility, Conan could not help worrying about Japan's future.

Today, I Don't Feel Like Thinking, So I'll Just Copy a Book

Conan's worries were completely unnecessary.

Videos like "Come on, Conan, do something funny for everyone" were something he could only imagine.

After all, on the first day Miyauchi Hiyage received the diary, he had already written Conan's name in the Diary.

And on the second day, he had specifically brought up APTX4869, the drug from Conan that could restore youth.

Even if he had exaggerated the Conan plot and the Black Organization's situation in the diary, someone might still continue watching Conan's movements in secret.

If someone from Conan could obtain the Diary, who would that person be?

Ran? Shiho Miyano? Or important supporting heroines like Sonoko or Vermouth?

No matter who it was, filming funny videos involving Conan under such circumstances would obviously make it easy for him to be exposed. It was clearly not a wise choice.

Besides, compared with worrying that Conan's existence would drag him into trouble, Miyauchi Hiyage wanted to know more about what the Diary in his hands wanted him to do.

It had rewarded him with a luxury house beside Professor Agasa's, handled every procedure for him, and left him needing only to move in with his bags.

He had read all kinds of novels in his previous life, including plenty of stories about absurdly wealthy protagonists.

They were naturally satisfying to read, and easy to get immersed in.

But when he thought carefully about it, casually rewriting bank transaction records and other people's memories just so he could legally and reasonably own a luxury house...

That was far more absurd than using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito.

Miyauchi Hiyage watched Renge chatting about countryside life with the Detective Boys beside him as he silently pondered.

Because he had transmigrated and been reborn, Miyauchi Hiyage had far more thoughts in his head in this life than ordinary people.

If he thought the feng shui of this mansion was bad, he could naturally sell it off, make several billion yen for nothing, and fleece the Diary hard.

But that would be meaningless.

It might sound a little like humblebragging, but the Diary itself was something unreasonable to begin with.

This time, it was only a luxury house, so he could easily deal with it.

But what if one day, the Diary suddenly lost its mind and awarded him Mount Fuji? With all of Japan staring at him, how was he supposed to deal with that?

Trying to outsmart a cheat that clearly came from some higher dimension was simply asking for trouble.

For now, he treated the unknown "god" who had given him the Diary as his boss, and treated the rewards he received for writing in it as rewards for pleasing that being.

Still, although Miyauchi Hiyage thought a lot, he was also open-minded and would not dwell on one matter for too long.

Since he had accepted the reward, he had to do some work, right?

Since they had rewarded him with this mansion, no matter what, he had to come over and see what was going on.

Besides, Miyauchi Hiyage had confidence.

Conan's side might be full of trouble, but Miyauchi Hiyage now possessed a Pure Yang Body and had mastered Ripple Breathing. He was no longer an ordinary person.

Even if Conan's plot completely went off the rails, it would not affect him now.

So he moved in without hesitation, intending to see whether anything would happen later.

Miyauchi Hiyage's thinking was simple.

It did not matter what the Diary's rewards were meant to accomplish. As long as the benefits were right, everything was negotiable.

Why bother playing it safe? If the Diary gave him Superman's powers today, why the hell would he keep hiding? If he did not turn into Homelander on the spot, that would already mean his character was better than 99.99 percent of Earth's population.

But if the benefits were bad and there was a mountain of bullshit to deal with, if it expected him to babysit Conan or some other protagonist just because it gave him a house, then all he could do was return home overnight, get married, and stop writing.

Before he quit writing, he might even write a petition in the diary: "I suggest that Your Esteemed Godhood find a brainless transmigrator to work for you next time."

Thinking this to himself, Miyauchi Hiyage shook his head.

He felt that he should not think such "treasonous" thoughts anymore. What if the god behind the Diary was petty, got annoyed with him, and struck him with lightning?

Maybe he should start today's diary with "I am guilty," then copy a thousand words from a mix of the Bible and Buddhist scriptures as atonement.

But would that not make it look even more like he was causing trouble?

Miyauchi Hiyage stayed at Professor Agasa's house for over an hour. Aside from thinking about matters related to the Diary, he also talked with Professor Agasa about quite a few invention-related topics.

Relying on memories from his previous life, he could still bluff his way through as an armchair expert.

Professor Agasa had also developed quite a favorable impression of the boy before him.

He was good-looking, quick-witted, and willing to chat with him. It seemed that although Shinichi had taken an unknown poison, shrunk, and moved in with the Mouri family, this old man's life would not be too dull in the future.

After chatting for a long time, Miyauchi Hiyage checked the time and realized it was almost time for the shopping trip he had arranged with his family. He called Renge over and had her say goodbye to the Detective Boys.

Watching the children reluctantly part, Miyauchi Hiyage showed nothing on the surface and merely thought to himself:

Detective Boys, even though you were lucky enough to talk to my little sister today, you will not get another chance in the future.

If you can see Renge again before the Conan storyline ends, I'll admit defeat. Don't even think about corrupting my sweet, adorable little sister.

Renge did not think much of it. She only felt that after returning to Asahigaoka, she would draw a picture for Ayumi, whom she had met today, and write her a letter.

Then she happily followed her parents to a Ginza mall to buy clothes and toys.

By the time the family returned from the mall, exhausted and carrying a huge pile of things, it was already past eight at night.

After putting away their things a little, Miyauchi Hiyage returned to his room and began writing today's diary.

Of course, he could not actually write something like "I am guilty" in the diary.

But he had spent the whole morning in the car, then spent the day chatting nonsense with Conan and Professor Agasa, and finally messed around at the mall until night.

He truly did not feel like thinking anymore.

So he rubbed his chin, pulled out the first volume of Saekano: How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend that he had received the day before yesterday from his suitcase, opened it to the first page, and prepared to start copying.

I was a little busy today. I checked the news, but there was basically no material. I looked around Twitter too, but there was nothing interesting there. I was originally planning to find someone to reply to your DMs, but why aren't any of you posting on Twitter? Are you all playing dead? Don't tell me I'm really the only one writing a solo diary here?

Forget it. I'm a little tired today and don't feel like thinking.

The reward I got the day before yesterday happened to be a light novel, so I'll just use it to pad the word count today.

Let me say this first: any resemblance is purely coincidental.

If you find your own name appearing in it, then just pretend I never said anything. I'm sure you won't mind...

Would I, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Lose at Stealing a Man?

If the diary entries from the previous few days had let Kasumigaoka Utaha view everything with the mindset of someone enjoying gossip, even allowing her to secretly feel a little pleased—

"Fortunately, my story will not begin until next year. Before then, You Know Who probably will not take the initiative to write about me."

However, when Kasumigaoka Utaha opened the Diary today, she sensed that something was wrong after only a quick glance.

Today's entry was quite lengthy, but why did its formatting look like a light novel?

Most importantly, with only a casual sweep of her eyes, she saw her own name: "Kasumigaoka Utaha."

Her gaze shifted slightly upward.