Conan's winery play house

Chapter 138

Holding an air gun, Zhu Xingxiushu stood on the booth and exploded ten balloons.

He watched the stall owner hang up the blown balloons again with an arrogant expression.

"As expected of Zhu Xing, it's amazing." Kikukawa Seiichiro and others praised one after another.

They all hit just one or two.

Zhuxing Hideki is the most among them.

"It's your turn, Miyamoto, come on." Takizawa Shinya handed the white-haired boy an air gun, looking expectant.

Ato aimed at the balloon with his flimsy air gun.

"Are you going to finish?" He asked curiously.

While asking, he easily shot and hit one balloon after another.

Hideki Morohoshi: ...

I only hit ten of them, are you actually going to finish them all?
Did you deliberately steal my limelight?

but……

"Can you finish all of them?" Zhu Xingxiu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Yes, it's very simple." Aito nodded.

Much easier than when training at an organized training base.

These balloons don't move, and they're very close.

"You are really hiding something," Zhu Xingxiushu said.

The reason why his marksmanship is not bad is because he has been trained since he was a child, but it is not a professional training, it is just a general training similar to cultivating hobbies.

The home also has a shooting range.

And Miyamoto's marksmanship must have been trained.

And Miyamoto himself must be very talented.

Talent is not good, and exercise alone can't make it so good.

But it's not difficult to just hit a balloon.

When Zhu Xingxiushu was thinking, all the balloons on the booth had been blown up.

Even though the stall owner was pumping up the balloon, he didn't have time to fill it up.

"It's amazing..." Kikukawa Seiichiro and the three of them were stunned.

I thought that Zhu Xing was already very powerful, but I didn't expect Miyamoto to be even more powerful.

I thought the gap between them and Zhu Xing was already huge, but I didn't expect that the gap between them and Miyamoto was even bigger.

"We also practiced from childhood, you can practice more." Zhu Xingxiushu said with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Kikukawa Seiichiro, Emoru Akira, and Takizawa Shinya nodded in admiration.

"I didn't expect to meet such a powerful kid... Forget it, choose what gift you want." The stall owner shook his head and said with a forced smile.

Blood loss, ghosts know that these brats are so powerful.

For credit.

The stall owner resisted the urge to run away and was ready to bleed heavily.

But they found that the five primary school students turned away without hesitation, and had no idea of ​​choosing a gift at all.

The stall owner was stunned.

"There's not much good stuff in that kind of stall, so what's there to choose from?"

"If you want toys, I have a bunch of the latest ones at home..."

The casual conversation of elementary school students came from ahead.

The stall owner looked at his dolls with a complicated expression.

There is both the luck of escaping and the urge to complain.

Since you don't want these gifts, why do you come to play balloons!Do you just want to play balloons? !
The five of the Silver Bullets have moved on to goldfish hunting.

And everyone successfully caught one, except for Aito, who succeeded once, and everyone else finally caught one after many times.

then……

After everyone caught one, the five stood up and left without any intention of taking the fish with them.

"It's just an ordinary goldfish. I have as many as I want in my yard..."

"And it's even prettier than these goldfish..."

They walked and chatted unscrupulously.

Qingliu Zhe, who had been following them all along, also pushed down his sunglasses, full of habit in his heart.

They're all young masters, that's normal.

They play just for fun, and the prizes are not taken seriously by them.

After all, they grew up owning much better stuff than the stuff in these stalls.

They got happiness, the hawker didn't pay anything, got the money, and everyone was happy.

It is estimated that the five of them are the customers that all hawkers most want to meet.

Only responsible for playing, do not take prizes, money as usual.

Six people embarked on the way back to the hotel.

"There aren't too many people today. There will be a lot of people when the festival starts tomorrow, and it will be even more lively." Jiang Shouhuang said with a sigh of relief.

If he continued walking, he was really afraid that he would lose control and start eating.

Or go back and make a cup of coffee.

"Then we can put on the yukata and take pictures." Kikukawa Seiichiro said with a smile.

He has participated in many festivals, and even invited people from the Juchuan family to perform in many large festivals.

But it was the first time I played alone with my peers.

As for Tetsuya Aoyagi?It's just an assistant, don't worry about it.

"Remember to take a good photo of us tomorrow." Zhu Xingxiushu looked at Qingliu Tetsuya.

"Don't worry, the camera is always there." Qingliu Zhe also patted the bag on his waist, speaking confidently.

As a reporter, the camera must be carried 24 hours a day.

Even if you forget to eat, you can't forget your camera.

Feel free to pull it out and snap a photo.

"Then we'll see you tomorrow." Everyone returned to their rooms one after another.

Their work and rest habits are still very regular.

Aituo's work and rest are also very regular, he returned to the hotel room, sat on the bed, put the little paper people next to the pillow, and felt the breath of home.

Seeing the laughing expressions of the little paper people, he also smiled.

Lie on the bed, cover the quilt, and close your eyes with peace of mind.

……

The next day Aito changed into the white dragonfly-patterned bathrobe, the fox mask was still slanted on his head, and the sunglasses were still on.

Meals are eaten in the room, and the hotel will provide three meals a day.

These are included in the room rate.

The five members of the Silver Bullet and Aoyagi Tetsu also played a daytime game in Aito's room.

From poker, to boxing games.

When the sky darkened and the light of lanterns came faintly outside, everyone threw down the game consoles and ran out of the room.

Qingliu Zhe also followed them with the camera in his arms.

From time to time, snap a few photos in the back.

Looking at the photos in the camera, he suddenly felt like a manager who brought underground idols.

as well as……

Why did he unconsciously take so many single photos of the white-haired boy?
Miyamoto Aituo is probably a born idol, a talent who should live under the spotlight.

To be honest, being a detective is a bit of a waste of appearance.

And those sunglasses...

Qingliu Zhe also frowned, the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to take off his sunglasses and pat the opponent's whole face.

But he dared not mention it.

Back in the library, the white-haired boy tricked him into the library with a gentle and bright smile, locked the door, and...

When pointing a gun at him, the smile is so obedient and healed.

So much so that Qingliu Zhe was always a little afraid of him.

Even if the other four people also pointed guns at him, his fear of the other four people was not as deep as that of Miyamoto Aitto alone.

Miyamoto Aituo and the other four gave him different feelings.

Compared with the other four people's unabashed elder and young master style, and the typical heir thinking.

In fact, Miyamoto Aituo didn't quite fit, because the other party was not like a young master, but like a well-behaved, obedient and sensible boy.

But because of this, it seems even more unfathomable.

Qing Liuzhe also shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Knowing too much is never a good thing.

　PS: I made an appointment for the picture of Aituo's bathrobe, but it took two days to draw it.

　　Damn it, I clearly said that I won't make an appointment this month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)