Conan: I Am Kujo Shinpei

The love bird held its head high, waved its wings as if imitating the movements of human hands and arms, and pretended to be profound: "NO! NO! NO! This child has a very special smell."

Looking at this very human bird, with the look of a worldly expert showing off, Zhenping is not angry, but wants to laugh.

The IQ of this bird is probably higher than that of many humans in reality.

Although some are not used to it.

He then replied nonchalantly: "There's nothing special, isn't it just a kid."

It is naturally impossible for Shinpei to tell a bird about the identity of Conan's high school student.

Unexpectedly, this bird suddenly rolled a pair of eyeballs, and smiled wickedly. Although it didn't have the shape of a human mouth, the quacking, sharp and obscene laughter from its mouth always gave Shinpei a kind of smile. The impulse to smash it with a hammer.

It hides its long beak with its right wing viciously, and whispers in Shinpei 15's ear, "It smells like a man."

I really want to laugh.

It's none of your business to smell like a man, to be so excited.

Although Conan was a high school student before he became smaller.

Before Shinpei could yell at the thief bird, the thief bird suddenly approached Zhenping again, with its long beak close to Zhenping's ear, and said with a series of obscene laughter: "It's not the smell of ordinary men. "

"It's because he smells like another man."

"Do you know what that means?"

"Which means the little boy fucked with men of the same sex at such a young age, wow quack quack!"

As he said that, the bird jumped up and down proudly, flapping its wings as if it was particularly proud of being able to discover Conan's basic spirit.

"So, you are still a Jianji bird?"

Shinpei was not angry, but looked at this bitch with a smile on his face.

The cheap bird swayed complacently, and its feathers fell all over the ground. Birds like it are the easiest to shed their feathers, but it still holds its neck and head proudly: "Of course, in my opinion , in this world there is no homosexual who cannot be identified, and there is no straight man who cannot be bent!"

Looking at the expression of this cheap bird, Shinpei suddenly felt a sense of regret.

It won't be a problem to bring this bird with you, right?

Before Zhenping recovered from the nausea, the little bird suddenly flew to Zhenping's side again, bumped into Zhenping's shoulder, and "winked" in a rather humane way: "How about it? Introduce a few handsome guys, let you walk out of a different life from now on, and completely get rid of the pain of women..."

"Ka!"

Before the cheap bird finished speaking, I saw Shinpei shook his shoulders and threw the guy away, and then a silver stream of light shot up into the sky like a meteor chasing the moon, drawing a crescent-like trajectory and hitting the bird .

The cheap bird suddenly felt the chrysanthemum tighten, its wing feathers fell off, and the shit rolled...

Zhenping lightly patted the gray marks left by the stones on his hands, and said, "Go to the bathroom and wash off."

So far, the bird has seen Zhenpei's methods, and dare not make jokes about him.

After Zhenping and the lovebird left.

"How come there are parrot feathers here?" Conan lingered by the balcony, looked at some blue-gray feathers that suddenly appeared on the balcony floor, walked over to pick them up with some doubts.

Obviously, I have seen the rooms of this villa just now, and I have confirmed that no one has the habit of raising birds here. Even the birds nearby do not have blue-gray feathers.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, I felt sticky under my feet.

Conan looked down subconsciously.

In an instant, a small face wrinkled into dry green old tree bark.

dislike!nausea!

There was a mass of yellow and white matter sticking between the ground and the slippers on the soles of his feet under his slightly raised feet, accompanied by the stench that kept penetrating into her nose.

In an instant, Conan felt like killing that bird.

In the bathroom, Shinpei stood outside the door.

A certain lowly bird was standing by the pool, combing its feathers with its long beak while pouring water on itself.

"Quack quack."

Suddenly, a certain bitch felt a great chill hit.

Its neck immediately turned uneasily, and it looked around uneasily, with a pair of wings covering a certain part of itself, and its voice suddenly became high-pitched and obscene: "Quack! Who is coveting my uncle's orange blossoms!"

......

After eight o'clock in the evening, all the people who participated in Mami-senpai's birthday party arrived.

The next one was Mr. Yoshinobu Morimoto, a 22-year-old third-year student at Toto University's Faculty of Letters, who took a nap from upstairs.

During the banquet, Mami-senpai pushed Xiaolan out who was full of nervous anticipation and a little bit of embarrassment, and brought out Xiaolan's meticulously made meat buns and lemon pie made by Mami-senpai.

"I've been looking forward to your lemon pie, Mami, for a long time." Sawai-senpai folded his hands on his chin with an elegant expression on his face. It's still about beauties.

Everyone also echoed, and they were full of praise for the lemon pie made by Mami before they tasted it.

　680 Shinpei took a look at the lemon-colored pies on the table. They looked and smelled good, but he just glanced at them and immediately set his sights on the Roujiamo that Xiaolan brought.

He is a meat eater!

The dough looks burnt on the outside, but the meat inside exudes a delicious aroma.

Shinpei's eyes lit up.

He still misses this kind of domestic food.

However, the people present seemed not interested in Xiaolan's Roujiamo. Under Xiaolan's expectant eyes, they all stretched out their hands to Mami-senpai's lemon pie, and Xiaolan's face darkened suddenly.

Mami-senpai took the initiative to recommend what Xiaolan made: "Everyone should also try Xiaolan's Roujiamo, she has been making it carefully for a long time."

After speaking, she took the initiative to take a piece of Roujiamo made by Xiaolan.

Xiaolan gave Mami-senpai a grateful look.

Mori Kogoro glanced at the Rougamo with disgust, then looked at the delicious lemon pie, and flicked his tongue instantly, the body fluid melted in his mouth, and he squinted at Mami-senpai.

Food made by beauties.

Mori Kogoro salivated and took a piece of lemon pie, and ate it: "Thanks to Miss Dongdu, the lemons are so delicious."

He opened his mouth and ate, boasted while eating, but his eyes were always a bit lewd.

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next second.

Zhenping quickly stretched out his hand and pulled the entire tray, grabbed a meat bun wrapped in oil paper, handed it to his mouth and bit it down, the meat was instantly fragrant, and his tongue was full of fluid.

Xiaolan seems to add two kinds of meat, pork and mutton.

With a genuine expression of enjoyment, he quickly wiped out a piece of Roujiamo under Xiaolan's surprised and satisfied eyes, and couldn't help but praise after eating: "Xiaolan, the cooking is really delicious."

After finishing speaking, Shinpei reached out and grabbed another piece of Roujiamo.

Xiaolan smiled happily.

She knew that he liked to eat the food of that great country across the sea, so she specially chose a special snack and learned how to make it, hoping that he would like it.

Although other people don't seem to like it, in her opinion, as long as this man named Zhenpei likes it, it's fine.

In an instant, Xiaolan felt at ease and satisfied.

Seeing Shinpei enjoying himself so much, everyone immediately wondered: Is it really so delicious?

Afterwards, these people curiously reached out and took a piece to taste.

In an instant, there was a lot of praise!

"Although the dough is a bit burnt, I have to say, it's really delicious!"

"good to eat!"

"too delicious!"

"Although it doesn't look delicious, I didn't expect it to taste so good!"

Seeing everyone's expressions of enjoying eating, Xiaolan smiled shyly, somewhat relieved and somewhat satisfied.

She glanced at Zhenping with some ecstasy, always supporting her to believe in her Zhenping, her eyes instantly became sweet.

Shinpei caught Xiaolan's gaze, quietly stretched out his hand under the table, and gently grabbed Xiaolan's hand who was sitting next to him.

After tasting the delicacies made by Xiaolan and Mami-senpai, everyone had another sumptuous birthday banquet. During the period, everyone laughed and talked constantly, and then everyone checked the time. Ms. Tomoko Hayasaka came over with a birthday cake.

What must be done on birthdays is naturally to put in candles, light them up, and Mami-senpai will make a wish before blowing out the candles.

After the candles were blown out, everyone placed the cake in front of the sofa and started various games.

"Mami, Takakura-sensei has sent a fax!" Miyazaki Chinatsu stood in front of the fax machine in the corner, waving a piece of paper in her hand.

"Shh, Mami-senpai seems to have fallen asleep." Sonoko squatted by the sofa, looked at Mami who was already asleep on the sofa, and reminded everyone in a low voice.

"Really, Mami actually fell asleep at this time, and we will have singing activities next." Sawai-senpai glanced at Mami lying on the sofa with dissatisfaction, looking very disappointed.

Then everyone arranged to go to the karaoke box to sing, but the protagonist of the birthday party fell asleep first, and everyone couldn't help feeling helpless.

"Let's not wake up Mami-senpai, after all, she has been tired all day." Xiaolan said softly, covering Mami with a thin blanket.

Shinpei looked up at the time on the wall clock on the wall, it was already 0:5 in the morning, and seeing that Xiaolan was still in high spirits, he gave up the idea of ​​taking Xiaolan back directly.

The same is true for everyone.

So, the group of people locked the door of the villa, got in a van and drove towards the KTV that had been reserved earlier.

In the KTV box.

The singing is floating, so lively.

In front of the screen, Yuanzi and Xiaolan held hands and sang songs together.

On the sofa in the box, Shinpei leaned on the sofa with his hands behind his head, looking very bored, and casually looked at the people in the box.

The lovebird on the shoulder was dozing listlessly on Shinpei's shoulder.