Abilities are Maths

"Mr. Dazai, have you signed the report this time?" The subordinate sitting in the back row carefully cast his gaze at the co-pilot, and Dazai on the seat was staring out the window in a daze.

"No, give it to me now—" The originally casual tone paused, and the man's absent-minded pupils suddenly shrank.

The subordinate followed his line of sight and saw a black luxury car with smooth lines and beautiful shape passing by.

It was a solid black Maserati.

However, due to the single glass, the person sitting inside could not be seen clearly.

"Mr. Dazai, what's wrong?" The subordinate looked curiously at the expressionless boy with kite eyes.

Dazai who was being questioned calmly withdrew his gaze and replied without turning his head: "It's nothing, I just don't like this kind of car."

Subordinate: In the notebook, Mr. Dazai doesn't like Maserati.

[If I remember correctly, that license plate number belongs to the Akashi Zaibatsu.But recently, there seems to be no chamber of commerce in Yokohama that needs to dispatch the Akashi family. 】

Scanning the report presented in his hand, Dazai was thinking about irrelevant content in his mind.

[But speaking of it, why isn't Yizhi wearing a hairpin today? 】

As for the one he was talking about, he was sitting on that very familiar black Maserati.

"Emm, Akashi-kun, is this the most low-key car in your family?" The black-haired girl sat upright in the back seat, scanned the luxurious interior of the car, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

Hearing this, the red-haired boy on the co-pilot smiled slightly: "That's true."

He recalled the Phantom, Bentley and Cadillac in his garage, a series of silver or red luxury cars, and there was indeed nothing more low-key, luxurious and connotative than this pure black Maserati.

I thought I was a branch of a rich woman:. . .

She smiled and changed the subject stiffly: "Thank you, Akashi-kun, for coming to Yokohama to pick me up."

"It's nothing." The other party smiled and shook his head, expressing that he didn't need to care.His eyes swept across the top of the girl's head, and he pretended to mention inadvertently:

"Miss Yizhi didn't wear that hairpin today?"

For a moment, he subconsciously reached out and touched the top of his head, it was indeed smooth.

"Well, today's dress is dark blue, and the golden hairpin doesn't match." Only then did she recall that she had removed the hairpin this morning and replaced it with a blue-purple hairband.

"Is that so." Akashi spit out a short sentence with unknown meaning, and asked instead:

"Is Miss Yizhi free tonight? I wonder if I can have the honor to invite you to dinner."

In the end, this invitation received a somewhat embarrassed expression from the girl, and he thoughtfully said:

"Did you have an appointment with someone else?"

Yizhi was very embarrassed: "That's right. But——"

Under the signal of Akashi's puzzled eyes, she hesitated and seemed a little embarrassed.After half a minute of hesitation and hesitation, hesitation and hesitation, Yizhi directly threw the question back:

"Is Akashi-kun free tonight?"

"Yes, did Yizhi encounter any problems?"

"It's just that I want to invite you to dinner." After saying this invitation, the black-haired girl's face turned suspiciously red.

Hearing this, Akashi smiled heartily, with joy overflowing between his brows and eyes: "I just wanted to invite you, what a coincidence."

Yizhi felt very guilty: "Well, it's not just the two of us."

Seeing that the expression of the red-haired boy remained motionless, still smiling, she explained with confidence:

"I was going to have dinner with netizen Mian Ji, but he brought friends over."

"So I thought, in terms of momentum, you must not lose!"

Akashi understood: "So Kazue wants to invite me as a friend to a date?"

Seeing the girl nodding, he showed a rather sly smile: "Then why do you look so guilty?"

Yizhi felt even more guilty, and his eyes drifted upwards: "Well, because we made an appointment at the Chuan Chuan shop in Chinatown."

Who can imagine that the noble son of the Akashi Zaibatsu is sitting at a street stall, eating skewers, drinking Jiaduobao, and blowing an old-fashioned electric fan behind him!

Sure enough, the corners of Akashi's mouth froze for a moment, and his whole body froze.Yizhi, who is always paying attention to the dynamics, quickly remedies:

"It's okay, if Akashi-kun doesn't want to, it doesn't matter if I'm alone! After all, the environment is really not very good."

Unexpectedly, the young man only froze for a moment, and instantly recovered the state of spring breeze:

"It's okay, I've wanted to try this way of eating for a long time. Besides, it's too risky for a girl to meet netizens alone at night."

His attitude cannot be refused: "In any case, I am very happy to go with Yizhi."

"Akashi-kun, I'm in love, I'm in love!" Even if the character collapses, do you have to guarantee her safety? She is indeed the perfect Akashi-kun who has entered the sky and entered the earth!

The sky gradually darkened, and the dark red sunset only left a little trace at the end of the sky.As the vehicle passed countless tall trees whose shapes gradually became blurred, groggy darkness spread over the surrounding world.

"Master Akashi, Miss Ichigo, this way please." The two of them had just arrived at the entrance of the theater's VIP entrance, when they were immediately surrounded by two courteous staff members.

Someone pointed out that there is a small table in front of the seat, and there is freshly brewed tea on the small table. The most important thing is that the VIP seat is set in the center not far from the stage.In a concert hall, this is the best position to hear the sound and to clearly observe the movements of the performers.

Is this the power of power and capital!

But as soon as his butt touched the soft cushion, several familiar voices came from his ears.

In front of:

"Heh, are you coming to this concert too? It's pretty gorgeous."

Right rear:

"Hey, sister Xiaolan, sister Sonoko, isn't this the sister I met last time in Yokohama?"

Left front:

"Sigong, are you sure this is a discounted ticket?"

"Ala, president, this is the ticket Ishigami got in the lucky draw. It's really lucky."

A branch:. . .

Let’s not talk about acquaintances, and why so many rich people just happened to come to the concert, Conan is really outrageous here!

This male god's concert is over, all over.

The black-haired girl clenched the teacup in her hand, and it took all her strength to resist sending the front-loading washing machine to the world's unsolved math problems.

"Yizhi, what's wrong?"

"Why do you ignore my uncle?"

Two male voices sounded at the same time, and one turned his face to the left very simply, with an extremely earnest tone:

"Akashi-kun, be strong."

Akashi Seijuro:? ? ?

Seeing that the black-haired girl and Fa Xiao completely ignored him, Keigo Atobe gritted his teeth angrily, and stared angrily at the two heads together on the left, one black and one red.

Shinobu on the right patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, with a more earnest tone than Ichie, with 0.01% sympathy mixed in with the ridicule:

"Atobe, be strong."

Next, Yizhi, who was worried and extremely disturbed at the beginning, finally lost to the song "Secret Garden", and when he began to immerse himself in the beautiful melody, the host suddenly died across the stage, and the concert was forced to stop.

Conan, always drop the Grim Reaper!

After that, a series of familiar cases appeared, such as the touching speech of the host’s younger brother, a wave of wrong identifications by Mori Kogoro, and the configuration of Conan’s anesthesia needle and red tie. The final suspect—that’s right, the younger brother, Kneel down and repent successfully.

"Yezhi doesn't seem to be surprised at who the murderer is."

Yizhi trembled all over, and showed an impeccable smile in the next second: "His eyes are too complicated, and he couldn't hide the emotions in them."

Akashi-kun is really very sharp.Seeing his thoughtful appearance, the girl looked away without embarrassment.

This incident is called "Brother's Secret Garden Concert Murder Incident".

As the sound of the siren became weaker and farther away, she and Akashi also successfully left the theater and arrived in Tokyo's Chinatown.

Strings of fiery red lanterns are hung on both sides of the street. They are slightly raised by the hot wind at night, and the warm light jumps playfully from left to right.Although it was close to ten o'clock, the place was still brightly lit and lively.

"It's the same in my hometown. The nightlife is very rich, and there are more varieties for supper than lunch." Looking at the decoration of familiar shops one after another and smelling the endless scents, Yizhi couldn't help but sigh.

The black-haired girl unconsciously raised a nostalgic and relaxed smile, which was different from the usual perfect and precise smile similar to muscle memory, and seemed more real and palpable.

Akashi couldn't help but teased and said, "I'm talking about having dinner. At this point in time, it can only be supper." Speaking of which, as an excellent heir of the Akashi family, I really haven't touched an unhealthy supper.

"It makes sense. Ah, it's here, 'I want peach skewers'!" In front of me is a small shop full of fragrance. Although the store is extremely small, it can't stand the wide space outside the store. Everyone moves small benches to eat skewers in the open air!

After confirming the eyes, the owner of this shop is from Zaan.

"Netizens said that he also brought a baby with him, so it was easy to find." The two stopped in place and looked around to find the person with the baby.

"Akashi-kun?" A slightly immature voice came from obliquely in front, full of doubts and surprises

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As far as the eye can see is a brown-haired boy in a white shirt, and his slightly drooping eyes are the same gentle brown.

Akashi seemed surprised for a moment, but he adjusted his state in a blink of an eye, and nodded in affirmation.

Thinking of the shrinking body of the world's number one killer, the red-haired boy said:

"You are Yizhi's netizen." It was obviously a question sentence, but he said it in an affirmative tone.

Hearing this, the brown-haired boy with a gentle temperament stopped his eyes on the face of the girl in the blue skirt standing beside Akashi, and then blushed abruptly.He quickly looked away, and at the same time stepped back half a step:

"Akashi-kun, nice to meet you."

Yizhi: Isn't it my Mianji?It seems that I have nothing to do here?