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Chapter 32 Teacher, I'm a little nervous! (Please read on!)
evening.

The entire sky was dyed orange-red.

At that moment, a Mazda slowly pulled up near a house called Agasa's.

The car door opened, and Kitahara Natsuhiro and Conan got out of the car.

Then, Kitahara Natsuhiro saw a large hole in the wall and some pebbles scattered in the courtyard.

As expected, this should be the result of Dr. Agasa's experiments at home.

As we all know, Professor Agasa is the inventor of cutting-edge technology in the world of Detective Conan.

Items such as power-enhancing shoes, anesthesia watch, detective badge, solar-powered skateboard, bow tie-shaped voice changer, and soccer belt were all invented by Professor Agasa.

Their inventions are getting more and more outrageous.

These gadgets have been instrumental in Conan's success, helping him solve many cases and leaving an indelible mark on Kogoro Mouri.

And with the help of these tools, he escaped the clutches of the Black Organization several times.

It's fair to say that without Professor Agasa, there would be no Conan Edogawa.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration for Conan to kowtow to Professor Agasa a few times.

Meanwhile, there were rumors that Dr. Agasa was the big boss of the Black Organization, but this was eventually proven to be nonsense.

At this moment, Conan also noticed Kitahara Natsuhiro's gaze. Following his gaze, he discovered a large hole in the wall, put his hand to his forehead, and thought to himself, "That Professor Agasa, he doesn't even bother to repair the wall in this state."

"But I remember this is the hole that was blown up when I came back that night, and it was raining at the time."

He remembers the events of that day very clearly; he would never forget them in his life.

On this very day, he fell from grace, was struck on the head with a club, and poisoned.

This turned him from the highly respected high school detective Shinichi Kudo into a primary school student who could be manipulated by others.

He would never forget this day, this grudge.

This is the biggest stain on his record, and the beginning of his nightmare.

"You just wait, I will definitely catch you, get the antidote, and turn back into high school detective, Shinichi Kudo."

Conan clenched his fists, the images of Gin and Vodka flashing through his mind, and a dull ache began to throb at the back of his head.

Kitahara Natsuhiro, standing to the side, took a deep breath as he watched Conan radiate resentment.

This little flavor comes right up with a scratch!
"Professor Agasa, I am Kitahara Natsuhiro, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-B at Teitan Elementary School."

"Teacher Kitahara, would you like tea, coffee, or juice?" Professor Agasa asked.

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Natsumi smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'll just have the juice."

"You're welcome," said Professor Agasa. "Would tomato juice be alright?"

"can!"

"Okay, wait a moment."

Professor Agasa nodded and went to the refrigerator to get some tomato juice.

Conan tiptoed up to Professor Agasa and whispered, "Professor, have you come up with a solution yet?!"

Professor Agasa opened the refrigerator, took out a can of tomato juice, looked down at Conan, and gave a mysterious smile: "Shinichi, don't worry, I've already thought of a plan. You'll see soon enough. I guarantee nothing will happen!"

Seeing Professor Agasa's confident smile, Conan finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Professor, it's all up to you now!"

"Ok!"

Professor Agasa nodded and took the tomato juice to Kitahara Natsuhiro's side.

Kitahara Natsuhiro accepted the tomato juice, thanked him, and then got down to business.

"Professor Agasa, I'm here today to have a phone call with Conan's parents to talk about the boy. Could you please give me their phone number?" Kitahara Natsuhiro said seriously.

"OK, no problem!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Professor Agasa took out his phone and gave Kitahara Natsuhiro his phone number for Kudo Yukiko. He couldn't control Shinichi, so he'd let Yukiko handle it.

If you can't solve the problem, then find someone who can!
As expected of me!

Conan was shocked to see this, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The PhD guy actually lied to me. Didn't he say he wouldn't give him my parents' phone number?
Why is this happening?
He didn't have time to think about anything else now; his only thought was to prevent Kitahara Natsuhiro from getting the phone number.

"and many more!"

Conan shouted and rushed over.

At that moment, Professor Agasa suddenly turned around, hugged Conan who was rushing towards him, and covered his mouth.

Conan struggled in his arms, making whimpering sounds. He could barely hold him anymore, so he whispered in Conan's ear, "I'm fifty years old this year. If you knock me down, you'll have to take care of me!"

"You'll have to serve me tea and water, and even scrub my back. That'll be a lot of work!"

Upon hearing this, Conan's eyes widened, and he forgot to struggle.

Damn it! That big-eyed, thick-browed guy, the Doctor, actually threatened me.

"What's wrong?"

Kitahara Natsuhiro, who saw through everything, continued to play dumb.

Professor Agasa chuckled and said, "It's nothing, Conan probably has a stomachache, I'll take him to the toilet."

"Teacher, you can talk to Conan's mother slowly. We won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, Professor Agasa carried Conan and left the living room.

Before leaving, Conan stared intently at Kitahara Natsuhiro's phone.

The sound of the keystrokes was still echoing in his ears.

This string of numbers is Yukiko Kudo's phone number.

He was then taken to the basement by Professor Agasa, and the button-pressing stopped abruptly.

Toot toot.
"Hello, is this Ms. Edogawa? I am Kitahara Natsuhiro, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-B at Teitan Elementary School."

"Hello. I am Fumiyo Edogawa, Conan Edogawa's mother!" Yukiko Kudo sat on the sofa, picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and tried to calm her tense mood.

It's been so many years since her last home visit by a teacher. For some reason, she's a little nervous. It's really strange!
"I've already heard about Conan from Professor Agasa. I feel deeply sorry for Conan's actions at school, and I apologize on his behalf. I'm also very grateful to Kitahara-sensei for his concern for Conan."

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Natsuyu raised an eyebrow.

Fumiyo Edogawa? It should be Yukiko Kudo.

However, I do remember that she did use this name, but it was to tease Conan.

"Where, where."

"Ms. Edogawa, you are too kind. I think Conan has just transferred here and hasn't adjusted to the environment yet."

"So I wanted to learn about Conan's usual habits and preferences so that he could integrate into the new environment more quickly," Kitahara Natsuhiro said.

"Thank you so much." Yukiko thanked him again, and then went on to tell him all about Conan's habits and preferences in great detail, leaving no stone unturned.

Kitahara Natsuhiro didn't interrupt, but instead took out his notebook and wrote everything down.

At this moment, Conan had no secrets from him.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Edogawa. I think this will help Conan integrate into the class more quickly."

"I'll be troubling Conan for the next few days, teacher. I'm currently abroad, but I've finished dealing with everything and will be returning to Tokyo in the next few days. I'll then give Conan a good talking-to."

Yukiko has decided to return to Tokyo in a couple of days.

Part of it is because of Conan, and the other part is naturally because of Yusaku Kudo!

suddenly
A shout came from the other end of the phone; though faint, Kitahara Natsuhiro still heard it.

(End of this chapter)