They all think I'm a boss

On the way back to Honmaru, Dagger and Wakizawa were discussing in a low voice who the man in bandages was who stopped their lord at the end.

"He actually called the lord by his first name!"

He widened his eyes angrily, and then suddenly stretched out his right little finger with a mysterious expression on his face, "Shouting so intimately, could it be that he is the master's?"

"Another wild man?"

Jin Jian blinked his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise on his still immature face, "How many little faces have the lord raised outside?"

"I'm also very suspicious of the person wearing glasses. When he looked at the lord, his eyes were very abnormal, not at all like the eyes that people should have when they meet for the first time."

"Eh? Then there will be three..."

"Mr. Tsurumaru said that when a man has money, he tends to turn bad. It is true qaq..."

……

They thought that all the discussions in a low voice were heard by Fujikawa who was walking in front. When he heard the name of a certain sword that was uncomfortable for a day without doing anything, Fujikawa had already thought about how long he would arrange for him. Ma Dangfan and Hata Dangfan.

……

The story of the kidnapping of the short sword wakizashi and a certain legal wife quickly spread throughout the whole Honmaru. When Fujikawa returned to the Honmaru, almost all the sword spirits gathered in the yard and waited nervously. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the Xiaofu Sangshen who had been taken away were unharmed.

Toki Fujikawa threw the black suitcase in his hand to Hasebe who was standing at the front, and then walked towards his room. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids, and now he urgently needed to catch up on sleep.

The knife spirits knew that their master was going to catch up on sleep, and their voices suddenly became much quieter. After Fujikawa walked a few steps, he suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned his head to look at the dagger and Wakizawa behind him. .

"When is the cultural festival?"

Hearing this question, the young Fusangshen were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes lit up.

……

Lihai University Affiliated Elementary School, a private school located in Kanagawa District, Yokohama City, next to Likai University Affiliated Middle School, Likai University Affiliated High School and Lihai University, is a relatively rare school with four school districts close together.

Since the four school districts are close together, the cultural festival of Lihai University is held together by the four school districts every year. It is large in scale and rich in content. It is very famous in Japan, and many students from other schools come here every year. Come and visit.

In the morning, there are theme activities held by each class, such as haunted house, maid cafe, deacon cafe, etc. You can see students setting up stalls everywhere on campus, including food sellers, book sellers, and some educational classes The small game, the cultural festival art performance jointly held by the four campuses was arranged in the afternoon.

"My lord, do you want to try the takoyaki here?"

Wu Ji handed a steaming takoyaki to Fujikawa Shi. The freshly baked takoyaki was still steaming hot, and several small round balls were neatly arranged in two rows in a transparent plastic box. The brown skin is covered with a layer of milky white mayonnaise, and a layer of bonito flakes and seaweed are sprinkled on top, which looks very attractive.

Each small ball was carefully inserted with a small bamboo stick, Fujikawa reached out to take one, and pushed the mask up on his face with the other hand.

The round balls were still steaming hot, Fujikawa put them to his mouth and blew on them for a while, making sure they were not hot at all before putting them in his mouth.

The fusangshen of the entire Honmaru knew that their protagonist had a cat's tongue and couldn't eat spicy or hot food. Wuji patiently waited for their protagonist to finish eating a small ball, and then asked him with a smile if he wanted another one.

Fujikawa waved his hand, he just had a meal before going out, and now he is not hungry at all.

"My lord, is there anything you want to visit?"

Wu Ji threw a small octopus ball into his mouth, and obediently followed his lord.

"I can do whatever I want."

Last night, the daggers and Wakizawa had a quarrel about who should be their lord's guide tomorrow. Everyone wanted to be their lord's guide tomorrow, but it was impossible for Fujikawa Toki to let a group of Fusangshen lead him Walking around on campus, that kind of situation is too eye-catching.

In addition, Fujikawa Totoki specially allowed all Fusangshen in Honmaru to visit this cultural festival tomorrow, that is to say, they have to give swords and Taisho to other uneducated swordsmen, and the elders will lead the way to save time What unnecessary trouble is caused.

But in this way, there is only one guide left for Fujikawa Toki.

The knife masters who get along very well on weekdays, but none of them were willing to make concessions this time. At the end of the fight, they decided to use the most primitive method of drawing lots to choose this lucky knife.

Unsurprisingly, Wu Ji won the draw.

The rest of the short-sword wakies were lying on the table and crying, they began to regret why they couldn't decide by drawing lots. If there was something lucky, why did they draw lots? The result was already settled.

"I remember that there seems to be an art exhibition ahead, why don't we go there and have a look?"

Wu Ji pointed to a teaching building not far in front. There were a few posters for the art exhibition at the entrance. Compared with the bustling stalls here, it was much deserted there, and there were not many people in sight.

"it is good."

Fujikawa Toki nodded in agreement.

He doesn't know anything about art, but there are few people and clean, which suits him just right.

"Hey! Wuji!"

There was a shout in the distance, and it was Wuji's name that was shouted. Everyone stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

A boy with slightly curly hair was raising his hands high and greeting this side. The boy was wearing the uniform of Lihai Daikoku Middle School. It didn't take long for him to walk through the crowd and stand in front of Fujikawa Toki and Mukichi.

It was quite hot today, the boy was sweating a lot when he ran over from the other side, his white shirt was crumpled by the crowd, his tie was crooked, his slightly curly bangs stuck to his forehead, it looked like Some embarrassment.

"I finally found you."

The young man took a deep breath, his still young face was flushed red, he was out of breath when he spoke, he probably ran all the way here.

"Kirihara-san?"

Wu Ji looked at the boy opposite and blinked, "What do you want from me?"

Then he turned around and introduced the boy opposite to Fujikawa Toki, "Master...brother, this is my classmate, Chiya Kirihara."

Before going out, Hasebe and the knife spirits of Honmaru repeatedly explained that the name "Lord" cannot be used in front of other people, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, and the older fusangshen can tell Fujikawa Toki Call them by their first names, and the short sword wakizashis all use "brother" to call their lords.

"Huh? Is this your brother?"

It was only then that Kirihara noticed that there was a person standing next to Mukichi. When he looked at Fujikawa curiously, he greeted him obediently, "Hi brother, I'm Kirihara Akaya, who is in Mukichi's class."

"Hello."

Fujikawa replied indifferently.

Kirihara is not very good at getting along with the elderly. He was quite casual just now, and now he seemed a little cramped. He leaned into Wuji's ear and asked in a low voice, "Is Wuji, your brother a coser?"

cosplayer?

It was the first time for Wuji to hear this strange term, he looked at Kirihara with some puzzlement, "What is a coser?"

"It's just dressed up like the characters in the anime, the game, our next class just set up a cosplay-themed coffee shop."

When Kirihara saw the strange outfit Fujikawa was wearing, he thought that the older brother of his classmate was a cosplay lover.

In addition, today is the school's cultural festival again, many cosplayers chose to wear cosplay costumes to school, and he saw several of them when he ran all the way just now.

"Uh, it's not..."

After figuring out the definition of coser, Wu Ji immediately shook his head in denial.

"Then the suit on your brother..."

Kirihara was a little puzzled, and then seemed to think of something, showing a look of sudden realization.

"Muyoshi, your family runs a shrine, right?"

"Forehead?"

"When I went to the shrine during Chinese New Year, the clothes worn by the priest there were very similar to those worn by your brother. Your brother is a priest, right?"

That's why he inexplicably felt a bit of awe-inspiring majesty from this brother. Is this probably the aura of the priest?

A certain kelp boy who was in the second year of middle school analyzed it seriously.

"But do the priests in the shrine have to wear this clothes at ordinary times?"

Qieyuan looked at the big brother opposite, whose whole body was tightly wrapped in red and white cloth, and even his face was covered with a fox mask, and then he looked at the vicious sun above his head.

He felt so hot just looking at it. Isn't this brother afraid of heatstroke if he wears so much?

"Uh, so it's..."

Wuji thought for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

The place where Honmaru is now was originally a shrine, and there seems to be nothing wrong with saying that their house is a shrine.Their lord used to be a god judge. Although there is a difference from a priest, he is indeed a priest.

However, this piece on their lord's body is not an ordinary priest's uniform. It is the uniform of the god judge issued by the government of time. It is made of special materials, which can lock the soul of the god judge to the greatest extent. To prevent the loss of spiritual power.

In order to maintain the Fusangshin of Honmaru to live a normal life in this world, Toki Fujikawa can only wear this uniform of the god judge all the time, but fortunately, the government of Tokino/Government issued two sets of the same uniform at the beginning, and they can be worn interchangeably .

This uniform is troublesome to wear, but there is nothing wrong with it. It is not only waterproof and fireproof, but also equipped with a constant temperature setting. It can automatically heat and keep warm when it is cold, and can also cool down when it is hot. It is simply a must-have clothing for home and travel. .

"Then I'll go to your house to play some other day, and I'll ask a shou to go back, and bless me to pass the final exam smoothly."

Kirihara’s small calculations were crackling. He got a lot of red in the mid-term test last time. The head teacher told him that if he failed the final exam this time, he would be kept for a make-up test. Staying in school for a make-up test meant that he would not be able to participate in the summer vacation of the tennis club. Training camp.

At that time, everyone in the tennis club will participate in camp training, and he will be the only one who will be left in school to make up the exam, which would be too embarrassing.

I once heard my classmate Kobayashi say that before the exam, he went to the shrine to ask for an academically successful omamori, and he did not fail the exam. He has been thinking about going to the shrine to ask for one when he has time.

"Forehead……"

When Wuji heard Kirihara's words, a rare subtle expression appeared on his face.

Honmaru does have wards, and each Fusangshen carries one on his body, but these wards were bought for them by their lord when the Government of Time/Government was still there, and they can resist a fatal attack. Injury guard.

Every time he goes into battle, Fujikawa is able to eliminate all the time-traveling army before the fusangshen are injured, so this ward is actually useless, but every fusangshen in Honmaru regards this shou as a treasure, I cherish it very much.

They will definitely not give such a precious thing to outsiders, not to mention that the guard has no other additional functions other than saving their lives. It has no bonus for wealth, studies, and love luck.

"Kirihara-san, instead of going to the shrine to ask for a samurai, why don't you get rid of your habit of dozing off after class?"

Wu Ji tactfully made a suggestion.

Kirihara rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "Haha, I will try my best, try my best..."

"Ah yes."

Kirihara finally remembered his real purpose of coming to Wuji this time, "I have an urgent matter and I want to ask you for help."

He took out five lottery tickets from his pocket. When Wuji was buying takoyaki just now, the shopkeeper gave him a lottery ticket like this. Get one of these coupons.

"If you collect five of these coupons, you will be able to draw a prize once. The first prize is the new Switch released this year."

Kirihara clasped his hands together and made a pleading look, "Please, Wuji, you must help me win the first prize. I have wanted that Switch for a long time!"

Wuji's good luck is well-known throughout the Lihai University High School, and he is not only lucky for himself, but also brings good luck to people around him. Every time before the exam or in the club competition, the students in the class Before, I would line up to shake hands with Wu Ji for good luck.

So when Kirihara learned that the first prize of this lottery was the latest version of Switch, he immediately searched for Wuji's traces throughout the campus, hoping to use his super luck to help him win the game console that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Normally, Wu Ji would not refuse Kirihara's request, but this time Wu Ji shook his head and refused without thinking.

"Sorry, I can't do it this time. I want to take the Lord... my brother to see the art exhibition over there."

"An art exhibition can be seen at any time."

Kirihara eagerly tugged on Wuji’s sleeve and begged him for help, “It’s just a waste of time for you, really, you just need to draw a prize for me, please help, this is my life’s request gone."

Wu Ji usually has a good relationship with Kirihara, but this was the first time he saw Kirihara look so eager, and his heart softened for a while.

"You can go with him, the art exhibition is just ahead, I can go by myself."

Fujikawa Toki who was on the side suddenly said.

"But brother..."

Wu Ji still hesitated.

"Just go to the art exhibition and find me when the time comes."

Fujikawa Toki pointed to the building not far away and said.

"Ok."

Wu Ji sighed helplessly, "Then brother, you will wait for me at the art exhibition, and I will come to find you soon."

"Thank you brother!"

Kirihara quickly bowed to Fujikawa Toki, and then quickly ran away with Mukichi. He only has his switch in his mind now, and he is afraid that if he goes too late, someone else will take it away first.

Fujikawa stared at the figures of the two teenagers for a while, until they disappeared into the crowd before silently looking away, ready to go to the art exhibition.

At this point in time, the business of each stall was at its peak. Almost every stall selling food was crowded with people. As soon as Fujikawa turned around, he bumped into a person. At the same time, he smelled a little With a bitter red pine breath.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

A calm and gentle voice sounded in his ears, Fujikawa Toki raised his head, and a handsome but unfamiliar face appeared in sight.

The person who bumped into him was a 26-year-old tea-haired youth, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a pair of flat gold-rimmed glasses, and he was still wearing a high-necked long-sleeved shirt in this hot weather. Shirt, the whole person looks polite, like a professor or lecturer who is engaged in learning in a university.

"Is there anything else?"

Perhaps it was because Fujikawa stared at him too bluntly, the young man with dark hair asked a little suspiciously.

Fujikawa stared at the young man's face for a long time, and after a while, he said slowly, "When did you get your face done?"

The young man didn't seem to understand Fujikawa Toki's words, he tilted his head slightly, and a hint of incomprehension appeared on his handsome face, "Well, what do you mean by this sentence?"

"It's nothing."

Fujikawa stared at his face for a long while, then shook his head, "I mistook the person."

"So it is."

The young man with dark brown hair smiled, and the corners of his mouth curled into a gentle arc, "I seem to be often told who I look like, and this may be the trouble of the public face."

Fujikawa Toki glanced at him and didn't speak. Just when he was about to leave, a crisp and tender voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Brother Subaru."

Several children who were about seven or eight years old were walking towards this side, and each of them held a piece of food in their hands.

When Fujikawa Toki saw those children, he raised his eyebrows.

What day is it today, acquaintances appear one after another.

"Huh? Brother Ah Shi?"

The little girl running at the front was holding an apple candy in her hand. Just as she was about to share her joy with the young man with brown hair, she saw a young man with black hair wearing a priest's uniform. She opened her eyes wide in surprise and held her hand The candy apples in it almost fell to the floor.

"Ah, really, it's Brother Ah Shi."

A little boy with freckles on his face who was following her also looked at Fujikawa in surprise.

Behind them were three children of similar age, all of whom were familiar faces.

"Brother Ah Shi said before that he was moving, so did he move to Yokohama?"

"Ah."

Fujikawa Toki nodded, looking at a certain boy with glasses standing at the back who was lowering his head and trying to minimize his sense of existence.

Aware of Fujikawa's gaze, a certain teenager silently lit a piece of wax for himself in his heart, then raised his head, and smiled innocently at Fujikawa.

"Brother Ah Shi, long time no see."

"Do you know?"

Seeing the acquaintance of several people, the tea-haired youth who was ignored suddenly asked.

"Ah."

The little girl, that is, Ayumi Yoshida nodded, "One time when we went to the playground with the doctor, we encountered a bomb/bomb maniac. At that time, I was taken as a hostage. Brother Ah Shi rescued me of."

"Another time when we were in the shopping mall, we encountered a jewel thief, and it was brother Ah Shi who subdued the robber."

A skinny boy with freckles, Mitsuhiko added later, gesticulating with his hands and feet excitedly while talking, "Brother Ah Shi is really amazing, the robber was still holding a gun at that time, but he just used it One move, like this, knocked that gem robber down with a bang."

"And... movie theaters... hmmm."

Genta stuffed three small octopus balls into his mouth at once, and the food residue in his mouth kept spraying out when he was talking.

"Yuantai, you should talk after eating."

Conan, who was standing next to Yuantai, was unfortunately caught in the trick, and at the moment was very speechless wiping the food residue on his clothes.

"By the way, Brother Ah Shi, are Luan Jiang and Jin Jian here today?"

Ayumi looked around when she was in Fujikawa, but she didn't see those familiar figures.

Before Fujikawa left Tokyo, the school arranged for the knives was Mihua Elementary School, which was the same school as these teenagers, but because they were not in the same grade, before the explosion/explosion madman incident in the amusement park , they do not know each other.

After that incident, these teenagers gradually became acquainted with the group of short knives in Honmaru. When they heard that they were leaving Tokyo, Ayumi cried for a long time.

Unexpectedly, when she could meet Fujikawa here this time, Ayumi immediately thought of her friends whom she hadn't seen for several months.

"They go to school here."

Fujikawa took out his phone from his sleeve, "I'll let them come and find you."

"really?"

Ayumi was overjoyed, "Can I see Ranchan and Imamu?"

"Ah, before that, why don't you ask brother Ah Shi to draw a prize for us first."

Mitsuhiko seemed to have remembered something, and turned around to urge Genta behind him to take out the lottery ticket he got from buying snacks at the stall.

"Just now, the little brother at the takoyaki stall told us that we can draw a prize once we collect five tickets. I heard that the second prize is a figure of Kamen Rider. If you arrive late, someone else might draw it away."

"A figure of Kamen Rider? Real or fake? I'm going to draw a lottery!"

Hearing the words "Kamen Rider", Yuanta suddenly lost his composure, and wanted to run to the place where the lottery was drawn.

"Wait, Yuantai, you won't get anything in the lottery. It's rare that Brother Ah Shi is here. Of course, Brother Ah Shi will help us draw."

Mitsuhiko didn't know where the strength rushed up, but he dragged Yuanta abruptly.

"Oh."

Yuan Tai obediently handed over the five lottery tickets in his hand, and when he looked at Fujikawa on the opposite side with some reluctance, "Brother Ah Shi, you must help us get a figure of Kamen Rider."

"Why do you have to ask him to help you smoke?"

The brown-haired youth lowered his head and asked the bespectacled boy next to him in some puzzlement.

Conan pouted, "Of course it's because he's lucky."

And it's not just average.

As long as this person draws a lottery, he will win the first prize. The "Hokkaido Hot Spring Hotel Three-Day Tour" and "Okinawa Ocean View Hotel Seven-Day Experience Voucher" are all cheaper for them.

Because there is a limit on the number of people in this kind of travel coupons, this person seems to have a lot of brothers in his family, and they can't be divided up, so Fujikawa Toki gave these travel coupons to a few of them.

So during that time, they seemed to be in a hurry. This week they went to Hokkaido, next week they will go to Okinawa, and next week there will be Kyoto and Osaka waiting for them. Dr. Ali followed them, and their stomachs lost a whole circle. , In just a few months, a few people almost visited the whole of Japan.

Then, Toki Fujikawa won a six-day tour in London, England.

A student from Conan who had been complaining that they were just like Miracle xx traveling around the world was really sweet this time.

Conan, who has always been a staunch materialist atheist, felt for the first time that Toki Fujikawa might be the legendary "chosen son".

……

Fujikawa Toki wanted to say that he was going to the art exhibition, but when the three teenagers looked at him expectantly with wide round eyes, he finally compromised.

The lottery draw is not far from here, but there are quite a lot of people queuing up for the lottery draw. When a group of people rushed over, the lottery draw queue was almost at the other end.

The three children stood on their tiptoes and looked anxiously at the seemingly endless queue, "What should I do, someone will take away the figure of Kamen Rider before us..."

As if to confirm his words, a cry of collapse suddenly came from the forefront of the team.

"What is this?! What I want is the latest version of the Switch, not the figure of Kamen Rider!"

Kirihara stared at the Masked Rider figurine in his hand, as if this figurine could become the game console he was thinking of.

Tomokata Katakura, the student council president of the middle school, waved his hand impatiently, "Kirihara-san, please leave after the lottery draw. There are others waiting for the lottery draw."

"No, I don't believe it!"

Kirihara slammed the box containing Kamen Rider on the table, and stared fiercely at the student council president opposite.

"It must be that you didn't put the first prize ticket in the lottery box, otherwise I would have asked Wuji to draw for me. How could I not have won the first prize!"

The president of the student union didn't bother to argue with him, and directly called the name of a boy next to him, "Birus."

The purple-haired boy with the "Disciplinary Committee" armband pinned to his shirt sleeve pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and walked in front of Kirihara.

"Chi Ye, do you still want to pass the final exam this time?"

Hearing this sentence, a certain kelp leader who was aggressively rolling up his sleeves just now to make trouble suddenly became sick.

Kirihara's learning ability is basically inversely proportional to his tennis talent. How brave he is on the tennis court is how timid he is in the examination room. After going back and forth on the same test paper several times, he knows all the questions on the paper. Kirihara-san still had an ignorant look of "Eh? Where did we meet?"

For the seniors of the Lihai University Tennis Club, helping this junior to pass the final exam is no less difficult than winning a three-peat championship.

In the same way, whether Kirihara can pass the final exam depends on whether the seniors in the tennis club are willing to lend a helping hand and patiently help him with his revision.

Among the seniors who are being elected, except for Marui-senpai who is not in the same boat as him, the other seniors are all academic masters, but Kuwahara-senpai will help Marui-senpai to review, and Nio-senpai will often become another person to scare him when he is tutoring, Liu-senpai The explanation is too detailed, and it is easy to get him involved while talking.

Minister Yukimura is the university bully who won the first place in his grade, but Kirihara can't help but feel cowardly every time he sees his minister's smiling and gentle appearance.

As for the vice-minister, hell, thinking of his own vice-minister's grimace as black as a pan, Kirihara shuddered reflexively, and he didn't want the vice-minister to help with his homework if he was killed.

Therefore, Yagyu-senpai is the only one left who can help with tutoring.

If he offended this senior Yagyu, it would be a certainty that he would be kept in school for a make-up exam.

Kirihara, who recognized the facts, quickly picked up the Masked Superman figure on the table with great interest, and dragged Mokichi who was beside him to leave.

"Let's go shopping again, collect all five coupons and draw again, I don't believe we won't win this time!"

"Eh? But Kirihara-san, didn't you say that you only smoked this time, Lord... my brother is still waiting for me in the art museum."

Wu Ji frowned, and said with some embarrassment.

"Don't, I promise this is the last time."

Kirihara clasped his hands again and begged the Wakizashi boy behind him.

"Your brother will be fine in the art gallery, and it's more interesting to visit such a place alone."

Wu Ji still shook his head, if the other fusangshen found out that he left the lord to wander around the campus alone, he would definitely be severely reprimanded when he returned.

And it was a rare opportunity to be alone with the lord, he didn't want to waste it like this.

Kirihara's mood suddenly sank, and during the time he spent with Wuji, he had almost figured out the other person's temperament.

He is very talkative, and basically he will not refuse other people's requests, but once he really refuses, there is basically no room for maneuver.

Kirihara watched the lottery draw queue getting longer and longer, and suddenly had the urge to run to the toilet and cry for the Switch that was about to leave him.

At this moment, the voices of a group of children suddenly came from the side.

"Ah, the figure of Kamen Rider is still the original version!"

"Really! I heard that this version of the figure has been discontinued a long time ago, why did it appear here?"

"That's great, I also want the original Kamen Rider figurine..."

Kirihara lowered his head, and saw three children who were only seven or eight years old surrounding him, staring enviously at the figurine in his hand that he just got in the lottery.

"Brother, why are you here?"

When Wuji looked at Fujikawa who was following a group of children in surprise, shouldn't their protagonist be watching an art exhibition at the art gallery at this time?

"Ah, it's Brother Wuji."

The three children also discovered Wu Ji's existence at this time, and greeted him very obediently, "Brother Wu Ji, long time no see."

"long time no see."

Wu Ji bent down and touched the heads of the three of them with a smile.

"Why did you come here?"

"The doctor brought us here."

Ayumi raised her hand and replied.

"The doctor has a good friend who is the principal of this school. The principal invited the doctor to give a speech, and we followed together."

Mitsuhiko added later.

"However, the doctor's car recently had a flat tire and was sent for repairs, so he asked Brother Subaru to send us here."

Fujikawa turned his head and glanced at the young man with brown hair beside him. The young man raised his hand to support the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose without saying a word.

"We heard that the figure of Kamen Rider can be drawn in the lottery here, so we came to draw the lottery, but we didn't expect the figure to be drawn away..."

The three little bean dices all looked at the figurine in Kirihara's hand, their immature faces were full of envy and frustration.

"Forehead……"

Being stared at by the three children with such pitiful eyes, Kirihara touched the back of his head uncomfortably, hesitated for a few seconds, and then handed the figurine in front of the three little bean dings.

"If you like it, I'll give this to you."

"really?"

Hearing these words, the eyes of the three little bean dings lit up suddenly.

Kirihara nodded, anyway, he is not interested in Masked Rider, so if he took this thing back, his mother would probably give it to his cousin’s little nephew, who broke his psp when he came to his house to play last time , Qieyuan reprimanded him a few words and went to his mother to sue him. As a result, he was scolded by his mother for no reason, and his pocket money was cut in half.

Instead of taking it back to cheapen that unlovable little devil, it's better to give it to the three well-behaved and sensible children in front of me.

"Wow, thank you brother!"

The three little bean dices happily took the figurines that Qieyuan gave them, turned their heads and began to study them with great interest.

Seeing these three children so happy, the loss in Kirihara's heart was also slightly relieved.

"Ah, that's right, Brother Kelphead."

Ayumi seemed to have remembered something, and handed the five coupons they were planning to use for the lottery draw to Kirihara from Genta, "This is for you."

"no need."

Kirihara shook his head, "I can't get anything good anyway."

He asked Wu Ji to help him draw a lottery, but he didn't win the switch he was thinking about, so he went to draw by himself to draw a consolation prize at most.

I don't know who thought of it, but set the prize of the consolation prize as an English exercise book. He would rather be lonely than win the consolation prize.

Ayumi blinked and blinked her eyes, "If you want something, you can ask Ah Shi to help you."

Then when she turned around and pointed at Fujikawa beside her, "Brother Ah Shi is very lucky, he can help you draw whatever you want."

Kirihara raised his head and glanced at the black-haired youth opposite, and handed him the lottery ticket without hope.

……

Ten minutes later, Kirihara petrified into a sculpture in the air holding the latest version of Switch that he had been thinking about.

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched slightly, this man's luck was still as bad as ever...

"Wu Ji..."

Kirihara, who was released from the petrified state, suddenly looked at his classmate with a serious face.

"Tell me the truth, did your ancestors consecrate it?"

Brother and younger brother are so unlucky, it is too enviable and jealous.

"Is it too late for me to become a brother of a different surname with you?"

He really wants to have this kind of luck against the heavens, so he can share half of it qaq

"You're exaggerating, Kirihara-san."

Wu Ji looked at the teary-eyed black-haired boy holding the game console opposite him with some dumbfounding.

……

Fujikawa Toki was looking around, as if he was looking for something, when Conan noticed his strangeness, he asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking to see if there's been a murder or a robbery somewhere."

Fujikawa looked down at the little boy who had just reached his waist, and responded lightly.

"It's not scientific that you've been here for so long and nothing has happened."

Conan: "..."

Hey, don't call him a plague god...

And as if to confirm what Fujikawa said, the next second, there was a shrill scream not far away.

Hearing the scream, Conan's immature face immediately sank, and then he turned around and ran towards the direction of the scream without hesitation.

"Conan, where are you going?"

The three children, who were admiring the figure of Masked Rider with great interest, were stunned for a moment when they saw the figure of their little friend running away quickly, and then looked at each other, as if they had reached a certain tacit understanding, stepping forward With short legs, he quickly followed behind Conan.

"Ah, you guys, don't run around, you will get separated."

The young man with brown hair who was temporarily acting as the guardian of several teenagers immediately followed after seeing this, leaving only Fujikawa Toki and Mukichi, and another little girl with brown hair, Haibara Ai.

The little girl sighed helplessly, and walked over there resignedly.

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