Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 52 Ekoda

After some effort, and even using the ability of "comfort", An He finally stopped the two little guys from making trouble and was able to have some free time.

Today is a weekday, and both Miyano have work to do. There is only An and a homeless person in the apartment. Oh, for the sake of decency, let's call them "freelancers".

Unlike thieves and fortune tellers, the audience naturally cannot sit still.

The so-called audience is there to find a show to watch. What's the point of entertaining yourself in an empty apartment?

No audience member could suppress the instinct to watch the show. Even the ancient god Fantasy Dragon on this path couldn't help but run to peek into the Chaos Sea, and was eventually polluted by it.

Of course, this is just an example. Generally speaking, An He would not take the initiative to seek death.

Well, just average.

An hour later, Anhe walked out of Jianggutian Station.

Jianggutian High School has a very advantageous geographical location. It is not far from the station and there are many commercial streets around it. For locals, it is a good choice for studying.

However, its deviation value, which is almost comparable to that of national high schools in the city center, is obviously an extremely high threshold. Students with poor academic talents can only regretfully miss out on it.

An He walked towards the gate of Jianggutian High School with a natural expression.

The school security guard from the Security Department glanced at him, then looked away as if he didn't notice anything unusual.

The secondary usage of psychological invisibility, although it is impossible for people to completely ignore his existence, but under the influence of the suggestive aura, they will subconsciously confuse him with the most "non-threatening" conceptual character in their hearts, blurring his true physical appearance.

The actual effect was quite good, as if the security guards at this time had already treated him as an ordinary student who was seen entering and leaving the school most frequently in daily life.

Although the time was not right and An He was not wearing the uniform of Jiang Gutian High School, the security guard had subconsciously ignored the two factors of clothing and time, and his subconscious mind automatically replaced them with a reasonable image.

An He passed through the gate unhindered.

Standing downstairs of the teaching building, he pondered for a moment.

Which class are Kuroba Kaito and his group from?

Before he could think of an answer, a white and tender hand reached out from the corner, grabbed the hem of his clothes and pulled him over.

The force was not strong and An He could easily break free, but he still obediently followed to the corner of the stairwell.

The first thing that catches your eye is a hint of blush.

I don’t know if the witch’s hair was cast with some kind of magic, but the color is so bright that it is dazzling.

"Don't cancel your weird magic. I won't care about you if someone finds out." Koizumi Hongzi raised her head and confirmed that there was no one else on the stairs before she let go of her hand and said with a frown.

"Do you know me?" An He looked at the local witch with interest.

"I don't know him." Koizumi Hongzi shook her head decisively, "But I know you will come here."

"I see." An He understood.

Long before he came to meet Koizumi Akako, he had wondered whether the witch's predictive ability would be affected by the anti-divination feature, but it seemed like it wouldn't.

This is probably because the prophecy principle used by witches in this world is different from the potion system.

Koizumi Hongzi was always paying attention to her surroundings, which made Anhe feel a little uncomfortable, so she suggested: "Shall we go to another place?"

"Sure, there's a cafe on the next street, but it's best to limit the conversation to forty minutes."

"Forty minutes?" This too accurate time made An He a little confused. Out of politeness, he couldn't read Koizumi Hongzi's mind. Who knows if the witch will notice it? It would be funny if she broke up because of this. "The next class is math."

".You still need to take math classes?" An He felt a sense of funny reality.

"I can rely on rote memorization and making up stories for Chinese and English, but not math and physics. If I don't know math, I don't know it. I will definitely not pass the final exam if I don't pay attention in class. I don't want to be called back by school to take a make-up exam during the holidays." Koizumi Hongzi gritted her teeth, and it was obvious that she really hated science.

"Shouldn't it be easy for you to pass a final exam? There are many ways to do it."

"Yeah, I can rely on lucky potions to pass, or use the all-seeing eye to cheat. If all else fails, I can summon Satan to take the exam for me." Her tone gradually became resentful.

"But the key is who would consume all the precious magic materials just to pass a small final exam! Do you know how difficult it is to acquire these strange and bizarre things in this era?"

"Uh sorry."

An He really couldn't sympathize with Miss Witch. After all, he had long escaped from the suffering of high school, and he had been through two time travels before he even finished college. Now he had picked up a graduate student status for nothing and had already started living a luxurious life of eating and waiting to die.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Time is precious. Let's go."

Koizumi Hongzi took him directly out of the school gate. The security guard was still guarding the gate diligently and responsibly, without any hesitation.

It seems that she also has an aura magic with similar effects to An He, otherwise she wouldn't skip classes so blatantly.

In the second-year Class B classroom, Kuroba Kaito listened to his Chinese teacher explaining Haruki Murakami in a drowsy voice, while he was playing with coins out of boredom. The round hundred-yuan coins jumped flexibly between his fingers.

"Ok?"

He suddenly glanced out the window and saw two figures, a man and a woman, walking out of the school gate.

"Hongzi is skipping class again." Heiyu Kuaidou's mouth twitched, and then he looked at the man next to her.

"Hey, who is this person? He looks so familiar."

The back figure gave him a strong sense of familiarity, but he couldn't put his finger on the details of why it was so familiar.

It’s like the most honest student in the class, who has average grades and no one wants to play with him during breaks. Everyone has some impression of him, but if you ask him what color his schoolbag is, he can’t answer immediately.

Because it has no sense of existence.

"Ah, who is that person?! I'm about to remember it, seriously!"

For the entire next class, Kuroba Kaito was immersed in the pain of recalling that person's identity.

Outside Ekoda High School, there is a cafe called "Raki" on the commercial street.

"A cup of half-sugar mocha, thank you." Koizumi Hongzi called the waiter skillfully without even looking at the menu.

"I'll just have a Blue Mountain, no sugar."

"Just a reminder, sir, sugar-free ones are very bitter. Are you sure?"

Faced with the waiter's friendly reminder, An He had no intention of changing his mind and confirmed it.

Just by imagining it, Koizumi Hongzi felt a bitter taste in her mouth, and the look in her eyes when she looked at him changed.

"I sometimes want to try this." An He smiled faintly.

Always seeing Miyano Shiho drinking like this, he had long been curious about how bitter pure black coffee could be.

(End of this chapter)