Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

To be sure, staying up late at work again.

In this way, it was the same as himself when he entered the Metropolitan Police Department.

Miwako got up slowly, locked the door of the lounge, and then threw some clothes on the sofa in the lounge to the back of the chair beside her.

"Let's take a break. They sent out the police and are expected to come back in the afternoon."

Make a sofa.

Miwako grabbed the 'horn' (silly hair) on the top of Gongsheng's head, lifted the main body and threw it on the sofa.

"Sorry, Miss Meihezi, I seem to be taking a break again."

The gentleman doesn't really want to sleep.

There are still many things that have not been resolved, the house problem, the case problem, many, many...

It was placed on the sofa, the head rested against a pillow made out of a coat, and there was a faint fragrance.

"Have a good rest."

Like a waking animal with a hazy but innocent face, Miheko couldn't help stretching out her hand and gently caressing Gongsheng's side face.

The boy was sleeping on his side, curled up slightly.

In less than a minute, there was the same gentle breathing sound as last time, very light and not disturbing.

Miwako Sato was holding a chair and sitting next to the sofa.

He poked the boy's face with his hand, then retracted.

"Yumi is right, good skin makes people jealous."

By the way, what Gongsheng slept on was not Miwako's casual clothes, but Yumi's casual jacket.

(Dragon King Hideyoshi: Ah Choo!)

……

Didan High School, Class B of the second grade.

It was still the usual class, and the English teacher on the stage was still an old and sophisticated teacher, not the so-called blond teacher Allen who lived in the textbook.

So the atmosphere in the classroom seems dull.

"Students rubbing in the middle, don't shock the students who are sleeping in front, don't always take the paper from the students behind, the students in the next seat are not enough."

One more mention of classroom discipline.

Then he continued to turn his head and began to copy the writing on the blackboard.

Basically no one is listening to this class.

Below, Suzuki Sonoko was lying on the table, took away the note that Mao Lilan handed over, took a look, and wrote a few words with a pen.

[The public student has known Aunt Tomoko since elementary school, and started to practice law? ]

[Well, that's what my mother said]

[You can earn hundreds of millions of neon coins for legal documents? ]

[No, to be precise, it is overseas legal affairs, such as the large commercial documents signed by Suzuki Group and the European Union, the internal coverage, the subsidies involved, twenty language translations, the content of overseas trade laws, and the required legal audits Information and so on...my head hurts just looking at it]

After finishing writing, in front of the teacher, pass it to Xiaolan who is sitting next to her.

Suzuki Sonoko recalled how she felt when she was flipping through the documents yesterday, and opened them with joy, but finally found that she didn't know a single word, and the more she flipped, the more she collapsed.

But when I watched the boy work in the morning, he seemed to have no difficulties at all.

"Is the bloodline of the Maori family really so powerful?"

(Author: You will know if you try it)

Supporting his head with his hands, Sonoko looked at the best friend who was writing a note next to him.

And behind Mao Lilan, a hand stretched out towards Mao Lilan's back...

Kudo Shinichi's hand...

Anyway, every time this guy waited for Xiaolan to bend over to reveal her straps, he would stare at him with staring eyes, as if no one else had noticed.

Yuanzi has already seen through this person.

Thinking that he was a childhood sweetheart, I couldn't say anything.

He didn't speak, waiting for Mao Lilan to hand over the note.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly a small but clear voice came out.

"Xiao Lan, didn't you bruise your hand?"

Chapter 15. Where the Money Goes

Staring at Lan's back all the time, Shinichi was still the same as usual.

In other words, today is more looking forward to than usual.