[Conan] I really have a backstage

Toru Amuro arrived at the coffee shop almost half an hour later than usual this morning.

He had to admit that he fell asleep unconsciously in the early morning, and he didn't feel the drowsiness.Since he was engaged in public security work, such situations were rare, so he was unprepared for being late this morning, and walked into the coffee shop in a hurry.

"Miss Azusa—good morning." Toru Amuro's voice rang together with the doorbell, "I'm really sorry that I'm late today."

Azusa Enomoto turned her head while holding the coffee, and waved her hand, "It's okay, there are no customers at this point."

This is true.Toru Amuro smiled apologetically, and quickly took off his coat and put on an apron. His homely appearance always made Azusa Enomoto speechless—he was a man who could go to the hall and go to the kitchen.

The key is that such an excellent man doesn't even have a girlfriend!

"Eh?"

Toru Amuro suddenly turned his head, and Azusa Enomoto realized that he had accidentally said something just now.

"No no no—it's okay...well, just, I'm curious that Mr. Amuro is handsome and stable, he's kind to people, and he's also very smart..." Azusa Enomoto stretched out her finger and listed the advantages of Toru Amuro one after another, almost It seems like you can boast, "...But despite this, Mr. Amuro doesn't have a girlfriend yet, no matter when you think about it, it's surprising."

"Hahahahaha, who said I don't have one, I do."

"Huh??! Got it??? No, no, no, I've never heard Mr. Amuro mention it!!"

Toru Amuro paused while recording the ingredients, turned his head to look at Azusa Enomoto, and suddenly lowered his voice, "Hush—my lover, she is actually..."

Azusa Enomoto pushed her head forward hard, the gossip in her eyes flickered.

"It's... this country!"

Azusa Enomoto: Hehe.

"Mr. Amuro, please continue to arrange your ingredients:)" I actually tried to believe your evil.

Toru Amuro laughed a few times, turned around and began to organize the ingredients, and slowly wrote the word "autumn" with the tip of the pen on the paper. He paused for a second, and then silently added "Aoi, 500 yen" .

Café Poirot was the first store to open on this street, so even now, there are very few customers.When Toru Amuro returned to the console, he suddenly found that the materials for making the sandwiches had been taken out.

"Miss Zi, have you made sandwiches this morning?"

"Eh? Yes, that customer came early at that time, so I made it for her. And this customer is so beautiful. He must be of mixed race..." Azusa Enomoto was talking, and found that Toru Amuro did not say a word, but Looking at her with a strange expression, "What's wrong, Mr. Amuro?"

Amuro felt a chill in his heart.He turned his head and glanced at the refrigerator door, and then moved his gaze to the bottom of the refrigerator. There was a post-it note lying on the floor.It might have fallen because it wasn't stuck... Toru Amuro picked it up and handed it to Azusa Enomoto.

[Miss Zi:

The ingredients left over from making a sandwich should be bagged and thrown away, unfortunately there are no garbage bags in the store.Tomorrow morning I will bring a garbage bag from home, but please be careful not to continue to make sandwiches with it. ^_^

——Toru Amuro]

Thinking about the customers who ate sandwiches this morning and myself, Azusa Enomoto: ...

"vomit--"

In the women's washroom of Teidan Middle School's second division, Jingu Riho pressed the flush button, came out of the washroom clutching her stomach, washed her hands and rinsed her mouth.

It's been a whole day, throwing up and diarrhea, and Riho can hardly accept such a bad first day of school.However, this does not mean that if you refuse, you will refuse. The stomach and stomach have their own consciousness, and even the master, Jingu Riho, cannot interfere.

Poirot Coffee Shop is already at the top of Jingu Riho's blacklist.She's convinced it must be the sandwich or the milk - after breakfast, she's too sick to eat anything else.

Angrily returning to her seat, Liang Muqiu at the front desk turned around and put a cup of hot water on her table by the way.

"Weak new classmate, come, your hot water."

"Thank you... Although I am not weak, this is just an accident."

Riho got to know almost the whole class in just half a day, and was especially impressed by the exquisite class leader at the front desk.She has always been very accurate in seeing people. Liang Muqiu is a typical hedonistic, familiar and careful rich man.

"Okay—weak new classmate. It seems that you can't go to the campus today and choose a club by the way. You should go home early."

Jingu Riho nodded, said thank you, and started to pack the document bag, and left the classroom with a haggard face, ah, yes, and did not forget to take the cup of hot water on the table.

Liang Muqiu looked at Riho's back and shook his head, "What a worrying child."

"What happened, Riho Jingu?"

Liang Muqiu raised his head upon hearing the sound, Mori Ran's gaze was the same as his, and they were all looking at Jingu Riho's back.

"Ah, she seems to have had a bad stomach today... Anyway, she always went to the toilet, and she has been tossing all day."

"Eh...? It's kind of worrying."

Mao Lilan looked at Jingu Riho's steps slowly moving on the ground, and her brows were tinged with worry.

Jingu Riho walked in front, Mori Ran led Conan and followed behind.

Of course, she was definitely not stalking Riho.Mao Lilan was silently surprised in her heart that the transfer student's home route was similar to hers.

Seeing that she was about to return to the office ahead, Mao Lilan was still debating whether to escort her home quietly like this - after all, Jingu Riho's condition was not very good - but she was afraid that she would think that she was a stalking pervert, and This behavior is not polite.

And if you go straight forward... eh? ?Why did Jingu-san... suddenly run away?Then... turned, turned into Poirot's coffee shop? ?

Mao Lilan subconsciously dragged Conan to catch up with the woman who was suddenly like the wind. At this moment, Toru Amuro and Azusa Enomoto also looked at the afterimage that suddenly ran into their store with shock. In just a few seconds, the afterimage had disappeared. Disappear through the bathroom door of Poirot's Cafe.

But in just a few seconds, the lettuce in Toru Amuro's hand fell on the chopping board.