Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

National Stadium.

As the referee's whistle fell.

Big Osaka and Tokyo Souls ultimately won the match 3-1.

Of course, the later matches were also very exciting.

But what excited the audience the most was the super spin snake shot by the player from the Big Osaka team.

I believe that player's market value will increase several times over after this match, thanks to that goal.

I just hope he won't be blinded by fame and fortune, because he can never replicate this ball again.

“big Osaka!”

“big Osaka!”

The crowd cheered.

Conan, who was searching for other organization members in the arena, stopped and looked at the arena with a smile.

However, after a short while, Conan's smile gradually disappeared.

Something's not right; something seems off.

I came out today specifically to watch the game, right?

As a result of Qi Ming's commotion, he was so focused on finding people that he didn't pay any attention to the game at all!

The key point is, it seems he hasn't been able to find anyone.

Maybe that person left when Qi Ming left!

Conan's expression instantly turned sour.

I'm losing a lot of money, can I get a refund?

The opposite side of the stands from Conan.

Ai Haibara, who originally had no intention of watching the match, put down her magazine and focused on watching the game shortly after Qi Ming left, amidst the intense atmosphere.

Upon seeing the victory, she stood up from her seat to clap and applaud. Only after the cheers subsided did she return to her seat.

But strangely enough...

After sitting down this time, she noticed that the seat behind her seemed much softer, and her field of vision also seemed much higher.

"It's only 3-1? Then this game doesn't seem exciting at all."

Qi Ming's voice came from beside her, and Ai Haibara responded as usual.

"Who said that? This match was still very exciting."

"I'm saying, how is it exciting if they can't even score 7 goals?"

Haiyuan sighed.

"Brother, do you even know anything about football... No, wait, you, you!"

Only then did Ai Haibara realize what was happening and abruptly turned around.

But she found that Qi Ming had already sat in her seat at some point, and she was sitting on his lap.

When did you get here?

"just."

Ai Haibara glanced at the children who had turned to look at them, and struggled with some embarrassment and annoyance.

"You, you put me down right now."

"No, I have a disease that I will die if I don't hold my little sister."

"..."

The struggle was futile, just like before.

Ai Haibara finally gave up and stared blankly at the sky.

Destroy it, I'm tired.

Seeing the two of them being so affectionate, the three children whispered enviously to each other.

"Brother Qi Ming and Classmate Haibara have a very good relationship."

"Yeah, I really want an older brother like that too. I wonder if Mom can have an older brother."

"……what?"

Qi Ming seemed to see some confusing subtitles floating up ahead.

Just then, Conan returned from his shopping trip.

The kids finished watching the game, and Qi Ming finished his sniping mission.

Conan got nothing but a bellyful of frustration.

……

After the awards ceremony, the audience members got up and prepared to leave.

What should we do with the time ahead?

"How about we go check out Mihara Park?"

The three children had finalized their plans, but then they noticed that Qi Ming was still sitting in his seat, holding Ai Haibara, without moving.

"Brother Qi Ming, the game is over. Let's go out now."

"No rush, I'm going to make a big move here later," Qi Ming said calmly.

Big move?

Now, Conan's heart skips a beat whenever he hears Qi Ming say those words.

However, before he could even prepare himself, he heard the voice of a Nichiuri staff member coming over the loudspeaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special event today. Our newcomer Killing from Nichiri TV will be playing an exhibition match against the champion team."

"Killing originally planned to sing a song before the start of the match, but due to the artist's throat condition, he could no longer continue singing, so he will directly compete against the big Osaka team."

Hearing the announcement, the audience members who were about to leave sat back down with renewed interest.

Since we're all here to have fun, paying the same amount of money and getting to watch an extra game is a steal!

Meanwhile, the children on Qi Ming's side were all stunned when they heard the news.

Brother, do you have such a powerful backer?

……

A short while later, Qi Ming and all the players from the Big Osaka team came onto the field.

The exhibition match was very simple.

The entire Big Osaka team took to the field, some following their captain, others following Qi Ming, in a simple little match.

“Mr. Killing, would you like to warm up for a bit? We’re in great shape right now and can start anytime.”

The captain of the Big Osaka team came to Qi Ming's side and extended his hand to Qi Ming with a smile.

They knew about the exhibition match in advance, saying it was specially organized by the people at Nichiri TV to promote their own artists.

Anyway, they get paid after the fight, and Qi Ming gets famous after the fight, so why not?

"No need, let's start now. I've already warmed up."

Seeing the general extend his hand, Qi Ming smiled and shook it.

"Alright then, I hope we can have a great exhibition match."

"Of course, the most important thing is the excitement; the outcome isn't important, right?"

"Haha, that's for sure."

Qi Ming expressed his sportsmanship with a smile.

Friendship first, winning or losing second.

but.

This is a lie.

In a great match, how could the outcome not be important?

Moreover, regarding Qi Ming...

Only a game that you win can be considered a great game.

"Players, please take your positions. The match is ready to begin."

The referee announced that Qi Ming and another Osaka player soon arrived at midfield.

Instead of using a coin toss to decide the serve, the team captain generously gave the first attack opportunity to Qi Ming.

This is the pattern.

Then, at the referee's whistle, the player gently pushed the ball to Qi Ming.

Then Qi Ming unhesitatingly unleashed a powerful shot.

As the instep touched the soccer ball, people seemed to see the ball suddenly flash with golden light.

boom!

The golden ball was kicked out with a loud bang, and the powerful impact even ripped up the turf.

The players of Big Osaka didn't have time to react, or rather, they didn't dare to react at all.

What the hell?

What kind of ball is that?!

I've only ever heard of dishes that glow when they're cooking, but I've never heard of a football ball that glows when it's being played!

"...Me, guard this ball? Are you kidding me?"

The goalkeeper squinted at the incoming flare, swallowed hard, and then his gaze gradually hardened.

Then he moved to the goal frame and quietly watched the ball of light shoot into the goal.

It wasn't because he couldn't stop it, but because of social etiquette.

The ball, flashing brightly, shot straight into the goal without any obstruction and broke through the net.

The football, without losing any momentum despite being blocked by the net, flew straight and crashed into the stadium wall.

boom!

It sounded like some kind of explosion, followed by a loud bang and billowing smoke.

As the smoke cleared, people gradually saw the large hole in the wall that had been hit by the soccer ball.

"..."