Color painting collection and a certain strongest

Lunch break the next day, in the classroom.

Yoshida Ayumi looked at the big dark circles on Conan's face worriedly: "Student Conan, did you stay up late to play games last night? The dark circles are so heavy!"

Seeing the other two children stretching their necks and coming closer, Conan knew that the three of them would break the casserole and ask the end, so Conan could only find an excuse and haha ​​perfunctorily:

"Ahaha, no, it's just because I just transferred to another school, so I stayed up late to study."

Yoshida Ayumi showed an expression of admiration for a schoolmaster, and Genta and Mitsuhiko turned their heads disinterested in an instant

"What, it's so boring."

"Ahaha, yeah."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to sleep on the table.

Last night, Conan's thoughts were unexpectedly excited. As if with the help of a god, he integrated his thoughts based on the information he had come into contact with with the conjurer 'Athyr' and his classmate Ye Molan Tang, and based on what was wrong with 'Athyer'. Slowly reasoning, finally found a clue that these two people may be the same person.

Although it is only a flash of speculation and intuition.

But then just find the evidence at school!

However, when he got to school, Conan, who was overexcited, remembered that his deskmate on the left, Yemo Lantang, had asked for leave.

A series of observation and exploration plans were directly aborted.

When Conan was bored and sluggish in class with the first-grade pupils, as the person who caught the two newly born curses, Lan Tang once again sat in the 'window' where the latest special curses appeared as Attil office location.

In addition to two plates of small cakes, there is milk tea with sugar.

Although he also likes to enjoy sweets, Rantang, whose sense of taste is not as anti-human as Gojo Satoru, rejects things that are so sweet that they are too greasy.

Although he likes to enjoy sweets, Gojo Satoru, who refuses food that doesn't taste very good, also didn't touch the fork, just sniffed it and put it down without interest

The 'window' sitting opposite them was sweating profusely, wanting to cry without tears, trying to stop the child's whimsical idea: "Master Wu Tiao, you really can't give such a name to a super magic spirit!"

The poor social animal wiped his cold sweat, trying to make the other party understand: "The names of 'fans who love to show off' and 'fans who love to show off' are too, too unruly!"

The nearly 40-year-old Yiji Takata was about to cry. If such a thing was known to the big figures in the magic world, they would definitely be outraged.

He could almost imagine how the higher-ups would growl and make noise, and then scolded himself!

"Hey——" Ichimo Takata shivered.

However, he had just recovered from the terrible future, and before he could continue to persuade him, Kota Iji was shocked to find that the two people in front of him had already opened the door of the reception room.

The young master of the Wutiao family sat in the arms of Mr. Attil, and waved to him with a smile: "I'll leave it to you, Yidizhi, there will be a bonus this month~"

"Ah! Please wait..."

"Crack." The door closed.

Too, too willful, these two people.

Yiji Zhitaka is too autistic.

........

Teleporting back home, Lan Tang removed the small cube covering his body, the bandages scattered, and Gojo Satoru fell down undefended and was hugged.

Lan Tang was helpless: "Wu, come down and change your shoes."

"Don't~" Gojo Satoru threw off the small leather shoes with both feet, and lay lazily on Lantang's body, not wanting to move: "There are six days left in the week's vacation, I want to save my energy and clear the newly bought game~"

Lan Tang was speechless, and he was also a little bit reluctant to part with the super warm large pillow, so he could only "avoid it" and hug Wujo Wu, who was a circle bigger than himself, to change into slippers.

The two children climbed onto the sofa, Lantang picked up the poetry collection that he hadn't finished reading, and directed the toolman to bring the game controller to Gojo Satoru, and put the game CD into it.

No. N, a tool man who is good at housekeeping and not ugly, retreated winkingly after completing the task, and immediately went to the entrance to tidy up the scattered shoes.

Lantang has learned to immerse himself in the book with the background sound of Gojo Satoru's "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and the two spent a leisurely week for almost a whole week, except for the occasional battle of wits about picky eaters, staying up late, etc. , It can be said that it is a bamboo horse, a bamboo horse, and the years are quiet and good.

Conan in the school encountered a few more murders and perfectly explained the reasoning with the help of Mori Kogoro, and added weapons [-], [-], [-], but Ye Molantang never came to school, he was really scratching his head, eager to see through.

The social animal Yiji Zhixiaota wrote a report on the new super class, and as expected, he was beaten back to rewrite it, and was called up and scolded for the names of the two new super classes. It can be said to be miserable and miserable.

Night Moth Zhengdao, as a teacher, also has to exorcise the curse, and is as busy as ever.

Everyone had a great time this week.

The only thing that makes Lan Tang unhappy is that no one with high IQ and good character has been found, whether it is the black market in the magic world or the gray channels of ordinary people.

However, Lan Tang also understands that there are people with high IQ, but those with excellent character are basically in Baidao, and it is not easy to hire them in private.

It is even more impossible to go through the procedure as 'Athier'. According to Wujo Wu, the upper level of the magic world is a basket of rotten oranges that cannot be saved. Find someone with a high IQ to teach 'Six Eyes' some Things, if this kind of thing is reported, it is impossible for them not to do anything.

........

After the holiday, Lan Tang had to go back to school.

After not seeing each other for a week, the filth on that kid named Conan gathered again.

Because he was a child, Lan Tang was not too defensive.

So Lan Tang just found a random reason, and called the frightening child carrying the filth to a corner where there was no one and no monitoring to purify it.

However, when Ayumi and other three children took them to eat together at noon, it was Rantang who was called out with excuses.

The child on the opposite side pushed his glasses, with a serious face: "You are the conjurer from a few days ago——'Atil', right!"

Lan Tang pupil quake: "?!!"

Lan Tang just watched the other party go through a lengthy reasoning, and came to the conclusion that he and 'Athier' are the same person.

Lan Tang, who had lost his horse, had a flash of inspiration: "Who are you?"

The kid in a small blue suit and a red tie pushed his glasses: "I am Conan Edogawa, a detective!"

Lan Tang lost his voice: "..."

Lan Tang never expected that not long after he was troubled, smart people who met the requirements would come to him by throwing themselves into a trap? !