Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Vermouth flipped onto the windowsill, turned to look at Lin Xiuyi, and said in a flustered tone, "I have something to do, later..."

Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly noticed the knowing smile on Lin Xiuyi's face and immediately realized that she had been tricked by him again!

Lin Xiuyi cherished her childhood sweetheart so much, how could she dare to have an affair with another woman next door!
His actions just now were merely to tease her.

"Hmph, I'll settle the score with you next time!"

Vermouth was both angry and annoyed. She left behind a remark that wasn't exactly harsh, then jumped out of the second-floor window with the agility of a wildcat, quickly disappearing into the dark end of the street.

Lin Xiuyi walked to the window, watched her departing figure, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In his past life, he had heard a saying: the relationship between men and women is like a spring; if one side is strong, the other side will give way.

Surprisingly, even a woman with such a strong presence as Vermouth couldn't escape this rule.

Just then, he suddenly noticed a black trench coat hanging on the headboard.

That was what Vermouth had just taken off; she left in such a hurry that she forgot to take it with her.

I'll return it to her next time we meet...

Lin Xiuyi stepped forward, took off her trench coat, folded it neatly, and put it at the bottom of her suitcase to make sure no one else would notice.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Lin Xiuyi and Fei Yingli packed their luggage and came to the living room to say goodbye to the Brians.

Mrs. Brian's eyes were red-rimmed as she hugged the two men tightly, repeatedly urging them to let her know they were safe and sound once they returned to Japan.

Mr. Brian then took out two signed books and gave them to Hideaki Hayashi and Eri Kisaki as souvenirs.

"Whenever you come to America again, you must visit our home."

Mr. Brian held Lin Xiuyi's hand, his tone sincere.
"We will always remember your help."

"Please take good care of yourselves," Lin Xiuyi nodded. "If you hear anything, please contact us immediately."

After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Brian, Lin Xiuyi and Fei Yingli arrived at the agreed meeting point to meet with the other students participating in the summer camp.

Yui Murakami was already waiting there. Seeing that everyone had arrived, she led them onto the bus to the airport.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was noticeably more somber than when we arrived. Everyone sat quietly in their seats, and very few people were talking.

Outside the window, the streetscape of Los Angeles slowly receded, the sunlight so bright it was almost ironic, a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere inside the carriage.

Ms. Grey, who was in charge of the reception at UCLA, looked at everyone with a guilty expression: "I'm so sorry, I didn't expect so many unexpected things to happen during this summer camp, and I'm sorry to have frightened everyone."

"When the opportunity arises in the future, the school will definitely invite everyone to visit the United States again to make up for this regret."

“Miss Grey, please don’t say that. It’s not your school’s fault. Nobody wanted this to happen.”

Yui Murakami responded with a smile on behalf of Teitan High School, but in her heart she was secretly vowing never to set foot in the United States again in her life.

This experience left her with a very deep psychological scar.

After a few words of casual conversation, Miss Grey turned her gaze to Lin Xiuyi, her tone tinged with admiration: "Lin, the principal specifically asked me to tell you that if you plan to study abroad in the future, UCLA will always welcome you. Your courage and wisdom have left a deep impression on us."

Lin Xiuyi politely expressed his gratitude and then put the matter out of his mind. He knew very well that the anti-Japanese sentiment in the United States had only just begun, and that in a few years, this sentiment would reach its peak, which would coincide with the time when he would be in college.

At that time, studying in the United States would not only involve facing discrimination, but also various dangers. He didn't want to experience being chased around the school with a gun again.

A few hours later, the group arrived at the airport smoothly, completed the check-in procedures, and boarded the flight back to Tokyo.

Before the plane even took off, Yui Murakami clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and began muttering something.

"May Buddha protect me, and may my journey home be safe and sound..."

"Dear God, please let me return to Japan safely..."

"May Amaterasu Omikami be above all, please, please don't let anything else happen..."

"Teacher, your beliefs are a bit too complicated, aren't they?"

Lin Xiuyi, who was sitting next to her, found it amusing.
"Aren't you afraid they'll fight over 'business' if you pray to so many gods and Buddhas at once?"

Eri, standing next to her, couldn't help but cover her mouth, barely managing to hold back her laughter.

Yui Murakami's prayers are indeed somewhat comical, switching between Buddhism, Christianity, and Shinto, as if she has "worshipped" every major religion.

"Do you think I wanted this?!"

Murakami Yui opened her eyes, rolled them, and spoke with a tone full of grievance.

"No wonder the teachers at the school were unwilling to be summer camp leaders before!"

“We’ve only been out for a few days, and first we encountered a hijacking, then a school shooting. Who knows if we’ll encounter another plane malfunction or other unexpected events on the way back?”

"Hey ma'am, the plane hasn't taken off yet, could you say something auspicious?"

A bearded man sitting on the other side of the aisle frowned and interrupted Murakami Yui, his tone full of displeasure.
"Now that you've said that, everyone's panicking. How can we feel safe taking a flight?"

"Sorry sorry!"

Yui Murakami quickly apologized, her face full of embarrassment.
"I didn't mean it, it's just that I've been having such bad luck lately, and I'm a bit too stressed."

The man snorted and didn't say anything more, but his expression was still not very good.

The middle-aged woman sitting next to him glanced curiously at Murakami Yui, and when her gaze swept over Hayashi Xiuichi next to her, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise,

"You're that Asian teenager from the news reports, right? The one who first subdued the hijacker and then killed the gunman in the school shooting!"

Upon hearing her words, the surrounding passengers immediately looked over curiously, pointing and whispering among themselves at Lin Xiuyi.

The bearded man also gave Lin Xiuyi a few more looks, then muttered with a gloomy expression, "It seems like we might really get into trouble this time, since we're on the same plane as such an unlucky person."

"Sir, he's just a child. Don't go too far with your words."

The middle-aged woman frowned and glared at the bearded man with displeasure.
"You're a detective, don't tell me you still believe in these things."

The bearded man, referred to as "Da Shang," pursed his lips and didn't refute further, but his face remained gloomy.

Lin Xiuyi keenly noticed the word "detective" and couldn't help but glance at the man called "Da Shang" a few more times... (End of Chapter)