Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 22 You Don't Have to Pay the Bill When Treating Someone
"I am quite talented, right?"

An He was very satisfied with his results, and blew on the smoking muzzle of the gun, just like he had seen in the movies.

Then he was taught a lesson by Miyano Shiho.

"Are you an idiot? Don't point a gun at yourself."

"Sorry, sorry." An He also realized that he was a little too proud of himself and quickly turned off the safety.

"By the way, how long did it take Mr. Miyano to learn how to use a gun?"

Seeing that Miyano Shiho was a little angry, Anhe quickly changed the subject, and he was indeed a little curious.

"Four hours." Miyano Shiho obviously saw through this guy's intention, but still spoke lightly.

"It seems that I am better than you." An He was quite pleased with himself.

"50-meter target, score 72."

An He's smile froze.

".Is this the spare time of a genius?"

"What do you think?" Miyano Shiho looked at him with disdain. She had always been generous in affirming her own natural talent and had no intention of hiding it at all.

"A genius is someone who is stronger than ordinary people in self-control, understanding, and execution. This is true in any field."

“That’s really enviable.”

An He cooperated very well and acted in a respectful manner.

Miyano Shiho ignored his antics and turned over her wrist to check the time.

"It's almost lunch time, let's go and find a place to eat something."

Anhe unloaded the magazine, took off his gloves and headphones, and casually gave a suggestion: "Shibuya Street is right next door, you can go shopping there."

"As expected of Shibuya, where there is a huge flow of people, even the traffic lights take longer to turn on than elsewhere."

On the back seat of the Harley motorcycle, Anhe hugged Miyano Shiho, and while waiting for the red light boredly, they complained restlessly.

Miyano Shiho ignored him.

An He didn't care. The pink helmet didn't stop him from looking around.

It was also at this time that he saw two familiar yet unfamiliar figures on the side of the road.

"Shinichi!"

"Xiaolan, stop running around, the light is about to turn red!"

"But I saw Shinichi over there!"

"You really are."

At the last moment before the pedestrian light turned green, the high school girl who was running quickly was stopped by her companions behind her and did not make such a dangerous move as running a red light.

One of them had a unicorn-like hairstyle on his head, frowned, looked at a loss, and kept shouting "Shinichi Shinichi".

The other one wore a rustic headband and lifted her bangs to reveal a broad and smooth forehead. She looked a little old, but her facial features were regular, her nose was straight, and her skin was fair. If An He were to evaluate her, she would not be worse than the girl next to her.

Anhe recognized from their distinctive features that they were probably Kudo Shinichi's childhood sweetheart, Mao Lilan, and her wealthy best friend Suzuki Sonoko.

When the red light turned green, Miyano Shiho stepped on the accelerator and left the two men far behind.

An He pretended to be curious and asked in the Bluetooth channel: "Mr. Miyano, do you think the Shinichi they are talking about is Kudo Shinichi?"

"Are you very free? You care so much about other people's affairs."

"It was just a whim. And think about it, if it was really Kudo Shinichi, and they said they saw him, doesn't that mean Kudo Shinichi cracked your medicine and turned back into an adult?"

".have no idea."

Miyano Shiho didn't seem to want to pay attention to him. Anhe changed the subject again: "By the way, Mr. Miyano, don't you think that girl wearing a headband just now looks a bit like you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about."

"Really, you both have three-dimensional facial features, and your hair is the same color. If she let her bangs down, you would look more alike."

"You use your keen observation skills on such boring things. Your eyes are really pitiful." Miyano Shiho sneered at Anhe's behavior of commenting on other people's appearance behind their backs.

An He had long been accustomed to the teacher's harsh words and continued, "But there are still some differences. For example, Mr. Miyano's pupils are blue because he is mixed-blood. Also, the girl's hair is not naturally curly, but straighter, so she gives people a less mature and more lively temperament."

"Ah wow-kun."

"I'm here."

Miyano Shiho sighed very clearly, and said with a tone of pity: "When I usually call you disgusting, if you don't repent, you may end up in prison next time. I don't want to teach 'students' in prison one day, so can you please restrain yourself a little?"

"I was wrong."

Miyano Shiho became more resentful: "You admit your mistakes so readily every time, but I never see you change."

"Because 'I was wrong' only means admitting the mistake, it doesn't mean repenting."

An He answered as a matter of course.

"He's as difficult to deal with as a bacterium, Awa-kun."

"Thanks for the compliment."

After having lunch at a French restaurant, the two got on their bikes again and headed towards the Metropolitan Police Department in a not-so-good mood.

"Mr. Miyano, do you know how this restaurant, which is not only not tasty but also expensive, can survive?"

In the car, An He was obviously dissatisfied with the taste of the restaurant and complained about it with resentment.

"Why?" Miyano Shiho was obviously not satisfied with the meal.

"I do not know either."

"Then you ask me?" Miyano Shiho was speechless.

"I thought that the knowledgeable and talented Mr. Miyano must be different from ordinary people like me." An He smiled slyly, "But it seems that the taste buds of geniuses are not much different from ordinary people like me."

"It was your bad idea. I should have told you to just find a Yoshinoya."

Although being cheated didn't hurt her wallet much, she spent 30,000 yen on a not-so-good dining experience. Miyano Shiho had no intention of giving this freeloader a good face.

"I'm sorry. As an apology, I'll treat Mr. Miyano to Chinese food tonight."

"Chinese food?" Even through the helmet, Anhe could sense the suspicion in Miyano Shiho's voice, "You're just a guy who always eats French food for free, and you dare to say that you want to treat me to expensive Chinese food?"

"Do you remember that I went out to buy groceries a few days ago and forgot them at the crime scene?"

"Remember, so you mean you can do it?"

The next second, Miyano Shiho dispelled her doubts, "By the way, you also have the setting of an international student."

"But I remember that I didn't give you much money before, right? How much do you have left to buy ingredients?"

An He didn't answer, but just smiled shyly.

The answer is already obvious.

Miyano Shiho's face darkened, and she had a new understanding of this guy's shamelessness: "You dare to say that you are inviting me?"

"At least it helps Mr. Miyano save the food processing fee."

"hehe."

(End of this chapter)