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

The others' pupils dilated instantly. Hey, hey, this isn't how you court death!

What was reflected in everyone's shocked gaze was:

As Ying Sheng soared high above the top of the parabola, he extended his right hand to give Xiao Lan a thumbs-up, and then reversed direction downwards!

"Too weak! Miss Vase!"

Sharp, sarcastic remarks accompanied by wild laughter echoed throughout the venue, reflected off the pale ceiling.

Everyone was stunned, while Xiaolan, who had already stood still, suddenly turned cold.

boo——

Like a bubble bursting, a wisp of smoke rose, and Xiaolan's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

"don't want!!!"

The spectators gasped in shock and rushed to the center of the field, trying to prevent the tragedy from happening.

But it's too late.

Xiao Lan arrived first, her figure already leaping above Ying Sheng, raising her leg high, aiming at his chest—a perfect position.

cut!

"Xiaolan, no!!!"

This time, even a layman could tell something was wrong. The force was heavy and the wind was howling. This kick was aimed at the chest and could kill someone!

However, Xiaolan's movements did not slow down at all.

The arrow has left the bowstring; it will never turn back!

Those who couldn't save the day closed their eyes in despair. It was over; Xiaolan had lost her mind.

But the next second, he heard a soft laugh.

"I'm sorry, senior."

Um? ? ? ! ! !

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Xiao Lan's downward strike had accurately hit Ying Sheng's chest, but there was no sound of bones breaking or blood spitting out as he had expected.

Ying Sheng's body seemed to have no rigidity at all, like a willow catkin in the wind, twisting and turning in the air in the gale stirred up by Xiao Lan.

With your waist and abdomen as the core, lower your upper body, hook your legs upside down, and sit in a cross-legged position!

Xiao Lan felt a tightness around her waist. Just as she was about to reach out, Ying Sheng grabbed her right foot and twisted it to the side!

A sharp pain shot through my knee!

Xiao Lan let out a muffled groan, her face instantly turning deathly pale. She forcibly tensed her muscles and, with the force of gravity, slammed Ying Sheng heavily onto the floor!

With his chest and abdomen trembling, Ying Sheng felt a sweet, metallic taste rise in his mouth, but he still didn't let go, instead tightening his grip even more.

"I forgot to tell you, senior, I also studied judo!"

"You're giving yourself one last chance, surrender now!"

"I should be the one saying this!"

"Then I'll tell you something too!"

Xiaolan endured the excruciating pain in her right knee, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and gripped Yingsheng's ankles tightly, applying even more force! She pulled him sharply to both sides!

"My dad practices judo too!"

"what!!!"

Ying Sheng screamed in agony as his legs throbbed with pain. "What does this have to do with judo? You're actually a silverback gorilla in disguise!"

Unable to hold on any longer, Ying Sheng pulled upwards with both hands. The karate uniforms had very little friction on the smooth floor, and the two of them slid and suddenly pulled closer.

Bang! ! !

Elbow strikes meet!

"Ouch! That hurts so much! Are you a robot?!"

"You actually prepared protective gear in advance, how despicable!"

Karate is no longer effective at very close range; what is unfolding between the two now is a ground fighting style!

Ying Sheng has an absolute advantage in terms of skill, but Xiao Lan can always break through his chokehold before it can be fully formed.

Whenever this happens, Ying Sheng switches to striking techniques, with a much higher hit rate, but he just can't break through the defense.

"So what the younger generation is actually learning is mixed martial arts?"

"That's right! I'm going to attack your throat!"

"That's a foul!"

"Anyway, this is a karate competition!"

Two figures crisscrossed on the ground, frantically vying for the best position, leaving the surrounding crowd dumbfounded.

Wait, you guys even know this is a karate competition?

Both of them committed serious fouls!

He's sent off immediately!

However, they dared not say what they were thinking. The two were clearly in the middle of a fierce fight, and if anyone were to blindly try to stop them...

Haha, I'm afraid I'll get a mixed doubles beating!

Come to think of it, the flaw that Xiaolan had exploited earlier was actually a trap set by the other side. How cunning!

As for Shuiyue Yingsheng's physical strength...

"Surrender!"

Oh, so it turns out he couldn't hold on for very long.

"No surrender!"

With a flick of her right hand, Xiaolan forcefully flipped Yingsheng, who had just taken the upper position, onto his waist and raised her right fist high.

"continue!"

Ying Sheng remained motionless, only breathing heavily, her chest hissing like a blower.

"I'm really out of energy, you win."

Bang! ! !

Xiao Lan's right fist slammed down heavily.

When will we continue?

Wood chips fluttered around her eyes, and Ying Sheng smiled gently.

Do you have any chocolate?

"Honestly, you should have considered this possibility beforehand, couldn't you have prepared in advance?"

"The one in your hand is sweeter."

“…Wait.”

Chapter 20 Heart-to-Heart Talk! An Invitation!

Twenty minutes later, the school doctor, who had been urgently called in, carefully examined Ying Sheng and Xiao Lan's injuries.

"It's nothing serious, young man. Just make sure you get plenty of rest. I'll be going now."

On a bench in the corner of the dojo, Ying Sheng stared blankly at the school doctor's back for two seconds, then turned his head to look at Xiao Lan, whose knee was red and swollen and being iced.

"She said it's not a big problem?"

Xiao Lan sighed softly, "Walking home later might be a bit troublesome."

"Oh? What about tomorrow?"

"tomorrow?"

Xiaolan tilted her head in confusion, "It'll be fine tomorrow, it was just a minor injury to begin with."

"hiss--"

Ying Sheng gasped, "Xiao Lan, you're actually a cyborg, right?!"

Xiao Lan rolled her eyes at him. "Call me senior."

"Forget it, I don't want to be treated specially."

"Hmph, it was someone who deliberately tried to keep their distance from me, always referring to me only by my surname."

"How would I know everyone calls you by your name? I've never paid attention to you before."

"I introduced myself when school started."

"Oh, I forgot."

Ying Sheng finally understood, "You said before that I was polite to everyone, but that was just a polite remark. You probably lack self-awareness and put on airs, making everyone keep their distance."

"It's not that bad. Maybe people were a little bothered at first, but because Mizuki-kun is really outstanding, people gradually got used to it."

"It started two weeks ago?"

"Always been this way."

"Oh, that's okay."

Ying Sheng added two ice packs to the already heated bucket of water, gently pressed his ankle, which was a little numb, and then pressed harder, making him wince in pain.

Will things really get better tomorrow?

"Did Shuiyue really intend to cripple my right leg back then?" Xiaolan also changed the ice pack.

"Is the karate competition nine days from now important to you?" Hotaru asked rhetorically.

"Very important."