Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 27 A short composition every day (please recommend and collect)
  Mouri Kogoro now feels that the man in front of him is his beloved relative, friend, and brother, which is great for him.

The person standing in front of him now is Okino Yoko!

And I still have something to ask him for help with.

Good man, Lu Ren is such a good man.

Looking at Mouri, his face was red and his whole body was trembling in front of Okino Yoko.

Lu Ren felt that he had probably maxed out Mao Li's favorability.

Conan's Noble Phantasm, Gin.

To the Bourbon Noble Phantasm, Shuichi Akai.

The Noble Phantasm of Mori, Yoko Okino.

Well, whoever uses it knows. The effect is great.

"Please have tea."

After serving tea to Okino Yoko, Mao Lilan immediately brought another cup and placed it on the coffee table in front of Lu Ren.

"Thank you."

Lu Ren took a sip.

The tea is still warm and does not burn your mouth, but the aftertaste is bland.

Lu Ren's evaluation of this is that it is not as good as Gao Shao.

Highly crushed, jasmine tea leaf fragments. It smells delicious and tastes good.

And cheap and large quantity. You don’t need to pick a tea set, just take a sip of boiling hot water and it’s ready.

After all, you have already drank this stuff, so there is no need to pay more attention to it.

For Lu Ren, there are only two things he values ​​about tea: first, it tastes good, and second, it quenches his thirst.

As for the other meanings assigned to it, those who drink tea are all human masters, and in his opinion, it is all nonsense.

After finishing the cup of tea in one gulp, Lu Ren refused to ask for more tea.

He put down the cup and looked around, "Where is that kid Conan? School should be over early now, right?"

"At this point, he should be playing at the doctor's house and will be back soon."

Mao Lilan sat next to Lu Ren, with a distance of one person's width between them.

"Well, it must be very hard to take care of your studies and take care of such a young child."

"It's okay. Conan is very well-behaved. It makes me worry-free."

"That's good. If he doesn't obey, tell me. I have experience with naughty children."

Well, he is indeed very experienced.

But precisely because she knew Lu Ren had experience, Mao Lilan did not dare to hand Conan into his hands.

She still vividly remembers that scene in the amusement park.

Mao Lilan could use eight words to describe what Lu Ren did at that time.

Very cruel, simply heartless.

Those three children probably would never want to step into an amusement park again in their lives. The kind that refuses to die.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm back."

Say Conan, Conan arrives.

He changed into slippers and walked to the coffee table.

A small suit, small shorts, and a classic skin.

"Hey, brother Lu Ren, why are you here?"

"Well, I came here with Yoko. She needs help from Detective Mori for something."

Yoko?

Which Yoko?

Conan looked in the direction Lu Ren turned his head and found that the uncle was chatting enthusiastically with a beautiful woman.

Look familiar?
  Conan stood on tiptoe and looked carefully.

"Sister Okino Yoko?!"    "Shh, keep your voice down." Lu Ren rubbed Conan's head, "They are busy now."

"Ah."

"Do you like her?"

"If you mean your love for idol artists, then my answer is okay."

"Hahaha, that's interesting. You talk in the same way."

Lu Ren looked at Mao Lilan aside, "The children today are really amazing."

"Yes, Conan is very powerful."

"Come, sit here." Lu Ren patted the sofa, asked Conan to sit between him and Mao Lilan, and asked, "I heard that you have transferred here? How is school life? Is there anything wrong with the filing procedures? Convenient? I can help find someone to talk to."

"Thank you, brother Lu Ren, but he has already finished the doctorate. School life is pretty good, almost the same as before."

"That's fine. By the way, what grade are you in?"

"I'm in first grade, Class B of Didan Primary School."

"Class B, first year, sounds familiar."

Lu Ren touched his chin, thoughtfully.

If you don't sound familiar, those three little devils you tricked are from Class B in the first year.

Conan lowered his head and cursed.

"Oh, I remembered." Lu Ren put down his hand, not intending to continue acting, "I know the kids in that class, but I forgot their names. There was a tall, fat kid, and another with a comb-over A child with a middle parting and a face full of freckles. There is a little girl with big eyes next to them. Conan, do you have any impression?"

There must be.

Not only that, but he also remembered the names of the three children clearly.

On the contrary, you, the perpetrator, don't even remember their names.

Very cruel, simply heartless.

"Impressed."

"How about their performance in school? Did they arrive late and leave early, insult their classmates, didn't do their homework, etc. If so, tell me. I'm very good at educating children."

"No, no." Conan shook his head repeatedly, "They performed pretty well. They were very honest and well-behaved. Moreover, they had to hand in some moral education homework every day. There were only three of them in the class writing, and an essay cost at least 500 yuan. Words. It also requires parents’ signature and class teacher’s approval.”

Conan said in a roundabout way, those three children were really tortured, and that was a short composition of 500 words every day.

Let three children who are in the first grade of elementary school and cannot recognize all the characters write.

I really cried every line I wrote, and cried every page I wrote.

There was not a day when their hands and eyes were not red or swollen.

Conan really felt that if he still had his previous identity, he really wanted to tell Lu Ren directly, stop it and let the child go.

"That's good." Lu Ren nodded with satisfaction and said warmly, "We will probably go to Yoko's house later. Do you want to come with us?"

"Would it be inconvenient?" Mao Lilan was a little moved.

"It's nothing inconvenient, it's just a matter of words. As long as you want to go."

"Conan, what do you think?" Mao Lilan stared at Conan with excited eyes.

Why bother asking him? It's written clearly on your face.

"I want to go."

"Conan said he wants to go, so I'll go with him."

"All right."

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　　If any readers are interested in the public examination process, the author can tell you about it. If you have something to talk about every day, just say it, if you don’t have anything, don’t say it.

　　The teacher gave an example in class today. Your wife told you in the evening that Mr. Wang next door bought a bag for his wife. Ask, what should you do at this time.

　　I am wary of the trap of capitalist consumption.

(End of this chapter)