After becoming a chaotic daughter

After searching around the stadium for a long time, Nanako still couldn't find the training ground of the women's basketball team.

It was already a bit late, and she still had to go to feed the flower bags, so she had to temporarily give up looking for the basketball court, walked around the school gate, and got on the bus heading for the detective agency.

Today's flower bag is also alive and plump. After confirming the survival status of the flower bag, Nanako went back to the detective agency to do her homework.On the second day of school, the teachers of some subjects have already begun to assign after-school homework, but they are all the most basic topics, and it will not take much time.

Nanako was sitting on an empty office chair doing homework, Luanbu, who was biting a lollipop and playing mobile games, suddenly called her, and asked casually, "Nanako, did you call the police in the afternoon?"

He received a message from the Aoki Police Department on his mobile phone.

A subordinate of the Aoki Police Department just came back from the police. It was just a small case of student theft on campus, but I knew it was Nanako who reported it to the police. Although the matter had nothing to do with Nanako, she also habitually fought with Ranpo Say hello.

Nanako, who was immersed in copying the words, raised her head and turned to answer him: "Well, when school was over, I saw someone stealing something at school."

"Oh." Luanbu didn't care too much, and casually explained to her, "When calling the police, remember to stay away carefully, so as not to be discovered, and run away by yourself if you are in danger."

Nanako nodded, waited for two seconds, felt that Luanbu didn't seem to have anything to say, so she continued to write her homework.

Early the next morning, she went to school with her schoolbag on her back as usual.

Today, I have to hand in the English vocabulary copybook and the math exercise book. When Nanako arrived in the classroom, there were already two piles of homework books on her desk.

The desk is not big enough, and two stacks of homework books take up space on the table. Nanako tidied up the homework books on her desk, put them on the ground next to the chair, and then put her own homework books on it .

Taking out the Physics May [-] that Li Xiaolang bought for her from her schoolbag, Nanako took out the scratch paper and pen, and began to write the questions very carefully.

After all, it is the taxed Wusan, which is a little more precious than the ordinary Wusan.

Holding the exercise book and vocabulary book, Horio, who was in the next row, came over to hand in his homework. He put his homework book on the two piles of homework, looked around aimlessly, and caught a glimpse of what Nanako was writing.

He was stunned, and subconsciously asked Nanako: "What is this?!"

While scratching the draft paper to draw a trajectory analysis diagram, Nanako held a pencil, raised her head and glanced at him, then looked away, and continued to draw arcs slowly, while answering him: "...physics problem."

"Objects, physics...? But this, this... these questions above..." He looked at the large paragraph of Chinese in the question, and felt that he was staring at gold stars. Whether it was physics questions or Chinese characters, they all looked complicated. Terrible.

Nanako thought for a while, and then gave him a more detailed answer: "The question about Loren's magnetism."

The Japanese expression of "Loren Magnetism" was taught by Kunikida.

Horio finally smoothed his tongue and shouted: "So why do you do this kind of high school here...University? High school? - In short, this doesn't sound like a physics problem for the first year of junior high school! And what about the Chinese characters? Things! Can you even understand it!"

"..." Nanako didn't know how to answer his question.The pen in his hand paused.

Then he decided to pretend he didn't hear what Horio said.

Without raising her head, she continued to draw on the draft paper.

"……never mind."

Not hearing Nanako's answer, and even unable to see Nanako's face, Horio handed in the homework resentfully, but soon became beaming again and spoke loudly.

"Speaking of which! Do you know! Yesterday after school, I went to the tennis club to participate in club activities, and a big incident happened in the tennis club!" Standing in the middle of the aisle, Horio raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

A few students nearby were aroused by his words and questioned him.

"Huh? What? What happened?"

"Speaking of which, I was in the football department yesterday, and I also heard what seemed to be happening in the tennis department!"

"Yes, I heard it at the baseball field! It seems that the police are coming!"

"I saw the police too! So what the hell is going on?"

With a few students from other sports clubs echoing his words, more people noticed the movement here and enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention. Surrounded by everyone, Horio quickly explained what happened in the tennis club yesterday. Say it again.

A few second-year seniors stole a certain member's racket, but it was unknown who called the police. The police came to the tennis department to investigate. Not only the coaches, but also the principal and chairman later came.

"How could just stealing a racket alert the police?"

A classmate was a little puzzled, and someone gave him a popular science immediately: "A professional racket costs tens of thousands of yen!"

"That's right." Horio folded his arms, nodded, and added, "—and not one, but three expensive professional rackets!"

Some students who were not familiar with the sports equipment suddenly showed a look of surprise.

As the class time approached, more and more students arrived in the classroom. Horio has already talked about the situation where he was questioned by the police to take notes.

In fact, the matter had nothing to do with him, the police just routinely questioned everyone in the club, and asked him a few words during the process.

When facing the police, he was so frightened that he stuttered, but this did not prevent him from bragging in front of unsuspecting classmates, saying that he had provided important help to the police.

"Speaking of it," someone noticed Echizen Ryoma who had just arrived in the classroom, and asked him curiously, "I remember Echizen, you are also in the tennis club, right? Is that true! Those seniors were ordered to suspend class?"

Taking out the homework book from the big tennis bag, Echizen casually threw the homework on the homework pile next to Nanako's chair, and replied vaguely in a nonchalant tone: "Ah, it seems so."

As the sufferer of the "stolen racket", he was already ready to play a good round with those "senior" with a worn-out racket with loose strings, but he was holding an old racket and hadn't even walked to the field yet. On the ground, those "predecessors" were called away by the police for questioning.

I don't know who called the police for him. Echizen, who is used to solving things with tennis balls, feels a little complicated.

More students gathered around Horio, listening to him repeating what happened in the tennis club yesterday, Miwa also entered the classroom at this time with his schoolbag on his back.

"What happened?" Miwa asked Nanako strangely when she saw Horio talking endlessly surrounded by the crowd.

Before Nanako could answer her, Horio with sharp ears heard her words, and then passionately repeated what he said before, the kind that had been slightly processed by him.

The more Sanlun listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

"...Sure enough, seniors who are too arrogant will be punished in the end!" Horio finally concluded.

"Hmm..." Sanlun perfunctorily used a few tone words to confuse the past.

She subconsciously looked at Nanako, who had worked in a detective agency, and she always felt that this operation sounded a little familiar.

Looking up at a small expressionless face, Nanako raised her head and looked at Miwa with no expression on her face. There was no wave in her dark round eyes, like a bottomless well, as if she didn't feel the presence of Miwa at all. what to think.

After the morning meeting, Nanako will move the homework she received to the teacher's office.

It was probably because this was the first time to hand in homework in junior high school, so everyone in the class handed in their homework before class started.

There are only 24 students in the class, and the homework is not too heavy.

With the help of Sanwa, each of them carried the homework of one subject into the faculty office, and put the homework on the desk of the teacher of the corresponding subject. In this way, even if the task was completed, Nanako felt that the job was quite easy .

Whether it is in the corridor or in the classroom, there are people coming and going everywhere, and it is not suitable for talking.

Although I really wanted to know if it was Nanako who called the police, but Miwa still scratched his head and held back all morning. Then during his lunch break, he took Nanako's lunch box and ran to a remote place behind the teaching building, with a troubled expression on his face. Ask Nanako:

"Nanako, what Horio-kun said about the tennis club in class this morning...won't you call the police?"

"Yeah." Nanako nodded honestly.

Three rounds: ... OTZ

For some reason, she wasn't surprised at all.

She didn't take the matter of calling the police to heart at all. After all, she didn't know Echizen well, so Nanako still cared more about the basketball club.

"Miwa, have you been expelled from the basketball club?" Nanako asked.

After waving his hands, he answered her in a relaxed manner in three rounds: "It's okay, those seniors have already been punished by the coach. The coach said that if they commit the crime again, they will be expelled directly and scolded them severely. .”

The original words were probably "I didn't cause a lot of trouble, and I didn't know how to be safe when I played badly", "Why don't you dunk a few more baskets on the court when you can jump up and down like this", "Look at you 'senior' The bullshit grades played in the past year, hanging a banana on the hoop, even a monkey beats you better"... and other violent speeches.

All in all, the coach's temper doesn't seem to be very good.

Miwa seemed to have completely lost the frowning look she had yesterday, and Nanako didn't mention going to the basketball court to find her. They shared bentos with each other and went back to the classroom after lunch.

"By the way." When going upstairs, Miwa suddenly remembered again, and asked Nanako curiously, "Nanako, do you know whose racket was stolen?"

Nanako thought about the name of the boy at the back table, and then answered her: "It seems to be that... Echizen, I heard a little bit of what they said."

Still having lingering fears about Echizen's racket, Sanlu suddenly gasped: "...you're so brave."

They bumped into Echizen Ryoma coming downstairs with a tennis bag on his back.

Three rounds: "..."

Suddenly being pulled by Miwa to retreat two meters away, Nanako was still a little confused and didn't know what happened.

Standing on the corridor, holding a can of Fanta in his hand, Echizen Ryoma looked at the two girls who retreated away, and then looked down at himself.

Pretty normal uniform.

Pretty normal tennis bag.

Very normal shoes.

...seems like there's nothing wrong with it.

Since there was nothing wrong, he didn't care why the two girls suddenly backed away.He went straight downstairs, and when passing by Nanako and Miwa, he raised the Fanta in his hand.

"……Thanks."

He spoke suddenly, paused for a moment, and threw the Fanta in his hand towards Nanako.

next second,

With a "plop", the drink can fell to the ground.

Unable to catch Fanta, Nanako still maintained the posture of reaching out her hand subconsciously, lowered her head, and looked down at the drink can that rolled to her feet not far away.

A crack burst in the can, and the orange liquid gurgled out of the mouth, and soon spread into a puddle.

Echizen: "..."

Nanako: "..."

Three rounds: "...ah this."

Echizen Ryoma never imagined that at such a close distance, someone would be unable to catch a can of drink thrown past him.

It's just about a meter away.

"...you lost it." Nana raised her head and looked at Echizen Ryoma, without any fluctuation in her dark eyes.

Echizen: "...um."

It was really him who lost it, and there is no room for refutation, although he did not intend to shirk his responsibility.

"You wipe it clean." Nanako continued, her tone was flat, without fluctuations, as if she was stating an established fact.

Echizen Ryoma pressed his head, watched silently for a few seconds at the spread of drinks on the ground, and finally carried his tennis bag, resigned himself to his fate, and went back upstairs to get cleaning tools.