He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Xiaolan prepared breakfast and lunch, put them in the refrigerator, left a note, picked up her handbag, and went out with her red umbrella.

Arriving at the foot of the Kudo residence, I called out three times, but only received a faint, indistinct response.

"Okay, Xiaolan, you can go now."

Ran stood there for a few seconds, then turned and left. When she arrived at the school gate, Sonoko Suzuki was holding a small yellow umbrella and running all the way from the taxi.

"I overslept this morning and thought I'd miss it..."

She paused, then quickly turned to her best friend, staring intently at her with a suspicious look: "What happened? Xiaolan, you don't look well today."

Xiaolan gently shook her head, forcing a soft smile: "It's nothing."

"How could nothing be wrong! Did that reasoning maniac offend you? That bastard!"

"It has nothing to do with Shinichi, I just... I just..."

"Just what?"

Xiaolan sighed softly, her tone somewhat uncertain, "I think I'm a little tired."

"tired?"

Sonoko Suzuki paused for two seconds, then suddenly realized: "It's because of the karate competition, right? Ran, you didn't practice until very late yesterday, did you? With your skills, you can definitely win the championship. Don't be so tense, relax a bit."

"Thank you for your concern, Sonoko. I'm feeling much better now."

Xiao Lan lowered the edge of her umbrella and stepped into the school.

"Let's go, class is about to start."

"Oh... Xiaolan, you really shouldn't push yourself too hard."

"alright, I got it."

With some time before the school bell rang, Ran arrived at the classroom door. The first thing she looked at was, of course, Shinichi Kudo's seat, which, unsurprisingly, was empty.

The second row I looked at was the second to last row, by the window.

Ying Sheng seemed to sense something, turned around and gave her a polite nod, then turned back to continue talking to Nakamichi Kenta.

"Do you know what Mizuki is like? It's a huge success! An explosive success!" Kenta Nakamichi exclaimed excitedly. "The vouchers I printed yesterday were almost not enough!"

"How are the profits?" Ying Sheng asked.

"Hehe, I originally thought I'd lose money on the first day just to make a name for myself, and I set the odds so I wouldn't make a single penny. But it was a huge upset; not a single person died yesterday. Kudo left school at noon just to continue investigating the accident from the day before yesterday."

"So, you made a killing, right?"

"Twenty thousand!"

"Impressive, impressive. Need funding?" Ying Sheng handed over a bank card directly. "The PIN is six eights."

"Hiss—you really want to invest a million in me? I can't guarantee I'll make money every day."

"Just treat me to a barbecue if you lose everything. Good luck, I believe in you."

It's just something blown in by the wind; why not use it to water some interesting seedlings?

Feeling a faint gaze behind him again, Ying Sheng felt quite helpless. His words had no power, had they? Was this delicate orchid going to wither away?

It doesn't make sense.

Shinichi Kudo, where are you?

It wasn't just Hotaru who was looking forward to the arrival of the famous detective, but as soon as the teacher stood on the podium in the first class, he told them that Shinichi Kudo had taken the day off.

Oh, what a busy person you are.

Ying Sheng opened his textbook, propped it up on the table, and immediately lay down to sleep. He was almost exhausted last night, and all he gained was a mere two points of murderous intent.

This is troublesome.

Before we knew it, it was afternoon dismissal time again. The rain continued. Those who needed to go home went home, those who needed to participate in club activities went to participate in club activities, and those who needed to sell lottery tickets sold lottery tickets.

Ying Sheng carried the karate uniform that he had washed and dried the night before and walked to Xiao Lan's seat.

"Senior, please give me your guidance today as well."

Xiao Lan was slightly taken aback. She stared at him for two seconds without making a move or saying anything.

Ying Sheng's lips twitched slightly, his expression showing some disappointment.

“I don’t think I’ve said anything wrong, and I absolutely will not apologize. Of course, if you dislike me because of this, that’s your prerogative, and I’ll just find someone else to guide me.”

"Hey! What are you talking about? I know, Xiaolan's been unhappy all day because of you, right?! Hurry up and apologize to Xiaolan!"

The meaningless noise around him made Ying Sheng not even bother to look away.

What school of thought is taught in girls' etiquette classes?

Ran was silent for a few moments, then said, "Ogasawara-ryu."

What is the source?

"The coming-of-age ceremony for royal children during the Kamakura Shogunate."

"Eight hundred years have passed, don't you find it absurd?"

"It has undergone many developments during the Edo and Taisho periods and has never remained unchanged."

"Okay, is there a part about forgiveness in it?"

"..."

Seeing the slight speechlessness rising in Xiaolan's somewhat dim eyes, Ying Sheng smiled slightly, lifted his clothes, and shook them.

"I don't think so. Could you recommend a teacher for me?"

"..."

"His skill level is higher than yours, he has the look of a champion."

"..."

"Hmph! Ran's karate is the strongest in the school, but it doesn't take a very high level of skill to instruct a beginner like you. Anyone can do that. Besides, the others aren't as easy to talk to as Ran, so you'd better be more respectful."

There were some noises around them, and their owner reached out, trying to pull Xiaolan away.

Ying Sheng stepped aside, and Xiao Lan got up with the force, but stood still and didn't move.

You're saying I don't have the look of a champion?

"Hesitation leads to defeat."

"it is good."

Under the shocked gaze of her best friend, Xiaolan slowly pried her hands open.

"How was the live-fire sparring session today?"

Ying Sheng grinned, "I couldn't be happier."

Xiao Lan smiled too, her eyes sparkling and radiant.

"Please don't die, junior."

Chapter 19 Battle! Unleash!

Twenty minutes later, at the center of the karate club dojo.

Ying Sheng and Xiao Lan stood four meters apart, facing each other, feet together, chests out and stomachs in, eyes fixed intently on each other, bowing slightly at a 30-degree angle.

"Prepare!"

The amateur referee stood far off at the edge of the dojo, speaking loudly and raising his right hand.

The two, Ying Sheng and Ying Sheng, resumed their standing posture.

"start!"

The referee swung his right hand down hard.

Bang! ! !

In an instant, the air exploded.

The two players launched their attacks almost simultaneously, their figures intersecting like lightning, their fists and feet clashing like a storm, creating a deafening roar.

But apart from the first exchange of blows, there were no further soundings or actual collisions.

An expert, upon closer inspection, observed:

Xiao Lan's attacks were sharp and swift, constantly changing angles and speeds. Every precise movement was full of power, and wood chips flew everywhere as she landed on the floor!

Ying Sheng, on the other hand, moves with agility and speed, avoiding direct confrontation. When dodging, he is as calm and lurking as a venomous snake, waiting for the right moment to suddenly strike Xiao Lan's limbs and joints!

"hiss--"

The members of the karate club all gasped in shock. Weren't these two getting along quite well yesterday?

What's going on today?

They looked like mortal enemies, each desperately trying to kill the other!

Moreover, that guy who came yesterday was definitely an old cucumber trying to look young!

He was clearly on par with Ran, yet he pretended to be a newcomer to undermine their confidence—it was simply inhuman!

Bang! ! !

A moment later, another loud bang was heard on the field, and a figure was sent flying out of the battle.

It's Ying Sheng!

"Yeah! Xiaolan won!"

Some laymen cheered, while the experts sighed inwardly, feeling quite disappointed.

Ying Sheng's skills were definitely not weak, but his physical fitness was still too weak compared to Xiao Lan, who had been trained for a long time. Under such high-intensity combat, he quickly showed signs of fatigue, his movements slowed down, and he was caught out.

It's a real shame that it ends here.

The referee took a deep breath, intending to stop the game, but immediately his eyes widened, and he was so shocked that he couldn't catch his breath and couldn't utter a single word.