Conan's Landing Full Reputation

It was a sunny morning, and everything was beautiful, except... the man next to him. Toru Amuro adjusted his sun hat and took a glance at the man beside him through the cover of the hat.

He had pink highlights, and seemed to treat his white coat as an ordinary uniform. He didn't take it off even though he was practicing on the golf course. He hit the ball neatly. The strange thing was that the landing point of each of his shots was extremely regular, and now the balls on his practice field were straight in a line.

Toru Amuro thought that Farabin might have a serious illness, so he simply stopped paying attention and quietly started his daily work as a "golf course staff" for a week.

Just as he walked out of the passage with a box of drinks, Toru Amuro saw Shi Mo Mi walking over with the girl named Mao Li Ran holding his hand.

Toru Amuro's heart tightened. This made Shi Mo Mi and Farabin meet again. It must be Gin's deliberate arrangement, to make him steal the information as a false thing, and to let Farabin have an excuse to approach Shi Mo Mi as a true thing. So cunning!

Shi Mo Mi didn't know that Amuro Toru had already made up a lot of conspiracies and tricks in her mind. She came here completely because of Xiaolan's invitation. It just so happened that Gin's mission for Farabin was also to come here, so it would be better to let the system slice to do the mission and play ball for fun.

Therefore, it was actually the system that was playing on the court.

The system was still silly when it saw Shi Mo Mi coming. It pointed at the ball on the court and said in Shi Mo Mi's mind: [How is it, is it neat? ]

Shi Mo Mi: ...? Who plays golf like this!

Shi Mo Mi looked away with disdain, and walked with Xiaolan to the court where Maori Kogoro practiced. Conan sat cross-legged on a chair and watched Maori Kogoro practice.

"Uncle Maori... haven't you hit a ball in so long?" Shi Mo Mi handed Conan the water that he and Xiaolan bought outside and looked at the empty court.

Conan was already numb from watching Maori Kogoro's empty shots, and answered weakly: "Not really, he just hit a ball out, and it rolled one or two meters on the grass and hit the wall. The uncle felt embarrassed and asked me to pick it up."

The system interrupted: [So I hit it very well, didn't I?]

Shi Mo Mi: Compare it with normal people!

As he was talking, a group of men in suits and leather shoes walked into the court. At the court next to "Farabin", the "minister" surrounded by people took off his coat and threw it on the table of the reserved seat.

Shi Mo Mi knew that this was the target given by Gin today, "Tachibana Eki". Who knows what information such a minister of the merchandise department can steal. Steal the company's promotion plan for next month?

Gin, who had sneezed a lot in the morning, sneezed again, and the cigarette in his hand almost flew out.

Vodka quietly pushed a box of cold medicine to a prominent place on the co-pilot seat, thinking that he was a considerate and good assistant.

Shi Mo Mi didn't mean to get close to Tachibana Eki, but Conan finally saw someone coming and happily went over to have fun, while the system seemed to have thought of something while spinning the club, and stopped playing the ball, leaning on the baffle between the two courts to talk to a few people.

The system selected the opening sentences that were more in line with the character setting and reasonable. After calculation, the probability of the other party replying after I finished the next sentence was 98.7%.

[Host, take a look, this is the most suitable opening sentence I calculated]

Shi Mo Mi drank a sip of water and quietly pricked up his ears to listen:...?

"Farabin" leaned on the baffle and looked for a while, and chuckled in the constant compliments of several subordinates: "That's it?"

Shi Mo Mi spit a mouthful of water on the ground:...Ah? ? ? ?