Conan's Refusal to Confess

Conan's Refusal to Confess

"Confession Rejection System 1.0: Every time you reject a confession, you become stronger!"

As a weak, helpless and pitiful 3-year-old child, Amamiya Noriko lives in the crisis-ridden world of Conan.

Becoming a kindergarten friend of Kudo Shinichi, it seems that he can only refuse to confess,

To live more than a thousand episodes.

Conan: That guy Amamiya is playing with other people's minds again.

Chapter 1: Noriko Amamiya in Conan World

In the dark night, Shen Hui from the girls' school was fishing by the school lake, the moon was reflected on the shimmering lake, like a round full moon.

Suddenly, her fishing rod sank!

Immediately following the "bang--", accompanied by the sharp pain in the back of the head, the eyes went dark, and fell into the lake with a plop, and then opened his eyes and passed through to become Noriko Amamiya.

"I have the same probability of catching a fish as I have of crossing."

Noriko Amamiya, who was still maintaining the movement of pulling the rod, made a movement of throwing the fishing rod.

"Honey, our Noriko seems to be very angry all of a sudden!"

"No, this doesn't seem to be the point. If you heard me right, is this a cheese?"

Amamiya Noriko glanced at the couple who whispered beside them, but let her hear them clearly.

It's Japanese, that's right, and I can fully understand it.

Looks like parents.

Amamiya Noriko calmed down, and walked outside with a slightly vicissitudes from her back to look at the yard.

It looks like an old Japanese-style mansion, with a large yard, grass, cobblestone paths, small bamboo forests, and a pool.

The two couples looked at each other under the eaves, looking at the back of their three-year-old daughter.

"Does my daughter not want to go to kindergarten?"

"That can't be done, it's the new semester, use candy to coax Kiko to go."

Amamiya Noriko turned her head and gave them a blank look, she was just looking at her own system.

Confession rejection system 10 Every time you reject a confession, you will become stronger!

"Who would confess at the age of three? Let me start as a beautiful girl if I have the ability."

Noriko Amamiya frowned at the only words in the system.

How to become stronger?

Noriko Amamiya went to the entrance to change her shoes and went out.

"Wait a minute, Kiko remember to wear the name tag, this year is the Sakura class."

Noriko Amamiya looked at the name tag of the pink cherry blossoms, which said Sakura Class, Noriko Amamiya.

Arriving outside the kindergarten, Noriko Amamiya looked up at the "Rice Flower Nursery School". She, a three-year-old child, may not be able to understand all Japanese, but these words are no different from Chinese, and she feels more and more familiar.

In the cherry blossom class, the nursery teacher Migishi asked the children to play with building blocks first, and later it was time for morning exercises.

Amamiya Noriko randomly picked up a pile of building blocks, then built a three-story castle and placed it in front of her, and began to look out the window in a daze.

Originally, she snatched a bunch of building blocks to make the other children very unhappy, but after seeing the castle, they were all dumbfounded, and cast admiring eyes on Noriko Amamiya.

Noriko Amamiya felt their eyes, and was still lazy and unable to raise her spirits. Is it interesting to hang and beat kindergarten children?

It can only make her feel better for a second.

Sensing the suffocating atmosphere among the children, Mr. Migishi clapped his hands to attract the children's attention from the building block castle, and took out the plasticine for the children whose building blocks were incorporated into the castle to play.

Amamiya Noriko glanced, pushed the castle aside, and reached for a cup of plasticine.

The slender fingers pinch or knead like a butterfly, and easily knead the plasticine into the shape you want.

A moment later, under the eyes of the children and Mr. Migishi.

elion01, the first machine, the initial standard equipment, sprint starting posture, nearly 20 tall, placed on the table to replace the previous castle.

Amamiya Noriko nodded with satisfaction, the small hands have the advantage of small hands, and the kneading is more delicate.

She looked at the others. After a short period of silence, the children became restless. They all watched eagerly, wanting to touch her No. [-] machine. For these little boys, the temptation of a mecha is infinitely greater than that of a castle. .

A bold boy next to her couldn't wait to say, "Amiya, can I play with this super handsome mecha?"

Noriko Amamiya: "No."

Although it was made by hand, she also knows how destructive children are, and this is not a handicraft, but soft plasticine. How can she watch her work being touched by their dirty hands and gradually lose its original name? The appearance of the machine.

A group of little boys were shocked, trying to persuade her by chirping, and even saying that she was stingy. Amamiya Noriko was too lazy to argue with the childish child, so she squeezed a pile of shit with plasticine, and generously gave it to the child Play.

Mr. Migishi watched helplessly as the frying pan became agitated like a drop of water poured into it.

Amamiya Noriko got a headache from the noise, so it happened that Migishi found a transparent plastic box somewhere, and asked her advice to put the No. [-] machine in it, so that it could be placed in the classroom for the students to watch.

She nodded directly, and told San'an to quickly pack the thing and put it aside, so as to save these fun children from quarreling with her.

It was quiet for a while, and everyone went to see the model.

However, there was still a child who stayed in front of her, and said timidly, "I am Ogura Matsuchi, can I be your friend?"