Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Almost to the door of the office of the president of the student union.

When he opened the door, Gong Sheng found that there was no one there, and they seemed to be busy with other things.

Put down the black bag on the back and find a tray to hold strawberries.

"Okay, I will go to Didan Primary School tomorrow."

Still lying on the bed in the apartment.

Akiko Yonehara showed her white back, stretched out her arms that were not covered by strands, clutching the phone and making a lazy voice.

The whispering sound of ribbon support came from the throat that once spoke neon language on the podium.

Not caring at all about being heard by students.

Or rather, on purpose.

Some look forward to whether the boy on the opposite side will think about some mature pictures.

As for why this is done...reasons...

There are seven or eight photos on the bedside table, all of which are students taken by Akiko Yonehara. These are the photos of the semester graduation, and they are also the most cherished memories.

There are also many familiar figures, such as Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko.

Among the many graduation photos, only one is a special case.

There were only two of them, and Akiko Yonehara squatted down, holding a photo of a boy.

One person is one class, so it says on the back of the photo.

"Thank you, public student monitor."

Lying sideways on the bed, half of her face was buried in the pillow, her slightly charming eyeliner mixed with a lazy charm, like a charming black cat, reaching out to scratch the photo.

For Akoko Yonehara, students are not showing off, but glory!

"I will always be your student."

The lazy moan on the other end of the phone kept attacking Gongsheng's right ear.

I'm afraid this is the dream of many students. The most respected teacher in the past will have such a side.

There is an image in my mind.

Part of the reason why my sister admired Akiko Yonehara back then was also because Akiko Yonehara had the shadow of his concubine Eri.

The public student picked up the strawberry, stuffed it into his mouth, and tasted the water.

Chewing, chewing, the other end of the phone quieted down, as if he was listening carefully to Gongsheng eating strawberries.

"Are you eating strawberries again?"

Akiko Yonehara's voice came out from the mouthpiece, along with other noises.

The noise when the body bends and is buried under the quilt.

"Yes, strawberries are delicious. They are bright red, very small, and taste very good. After eating, they are moist and the juice fills the mouth. It is an irresistible taste."

I don't know why, but Gongsheng just likes to eat strawberries.

"But strawberries are only fresh and ripe and taste the best. Old ones are soft and tasteless, and small ones are green and hard to eat, right?"

After Akiko Yonehara finished speaking, the phone hung up.

Only the busy voice and the bewildered Gongsheng remained.

Aren't you talking about strawberries? Why did you hang up the phone angrily?

30 years old... Menopause?

And aren't strawberries the best when they are fresh and ripe?

Then pick up a strawberry and throw it into your mouth, enjoy the fullness and juice after ripening, the freshness that can only be possessed by freshness, and will not make people feel greasy.

Otherwise, why do so many people like to eat strawberries!

"Gou Ming, Gou Ming, sleep first, everything is at noon."

Take out your phone and send a message to Mao Lilan.

【Let's have lunch together, old lady——brother Gongsheng】

After sending it out, Gongsheng set the alarm clock and lay on his side on the sofa.

After five seconds, an even breathing sound was issued.

Five minutes later, a text message came from Mao Lilan.

[Take someone with you at noon, let me know you, brother—Jie Lan]

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Class B of the second grade.

Two seats by the window, one in front and one behind.

Kudo Shinichi stared at the back of the girl in front, and his eyes widened whenever the girl in the front row leaned forward or bowed slightly.