Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Sano looked at the exam questions with a puzzled expression.

Asking Sano to solve a problem is just making things difficult for him.

Suddenly, Sano felt someone poking him from behind. He turned around and saw a short-haired girl holding a crumpled piece of paper.

This is!?

Sano's heart skipped a beat; the scene was so familiar!

During the exam, they would carefully poke each other with their pens and pass notes discreetly.

Is this female knight-errant sending herself the answer?

...To be honest, the students in this world don't seem to follow the same rules as Sano's students in his previous life, especially when it comes to exams.

So even though Sano had tried to use personal connections or exchange various snacks and drinks for exam answers in previous make-up exams, the other party would usually refuse politely with a very embarrassed attitude.

...Suzuki Sonoko didn't have this concern, but she didn't need to retake the exam.

The result was unexpected.

There is another village in the dark.

all will be good.

There must be a way to the front of the mountain.

The answer actually came to me on its own!

Sano glanced at the proctor at the door, leaned back without making a sound, and then calmly took the answers.

Great, that's it. Now we only need one last step.

Sano crumpled the paper ball with two fingers and slowly unfolded it.

It couldn't have been easier; it's finally coming to an end. This ridiculous and pathetic life of retaking exams!

But then again, I don't know this girl, so why would she suddenly give me the answer?

Could it be that she's after his own beauty?

Haha, trading one's looks for answers? It doesn't seem like it's entirely impossible.

Sano finally unfolded the crumpled paper completely, but the moment his gaze fell upon it, his expression became incredibly stiff.

"Senior, after the exam, could you please go to the back of the school building? I'll be waiting for you there." (heart emoji)

...Now Sano was certain that this young girl was indeed after his good looks.

But did you really have to send a love letter at such a crucial time, in such an easily misunderstood way?!

Who the hell taught you to write love letters like that? Tell me, and I promise I won't chop him up!

Deep well ice.

Sano quickly crumpled the note into a ball again and threw it away.

...But then again, it seems I was overthinking it. The answers I wrote were accurate enough that I passed the retake in the first or second round and escaped the ordeal.

Even if someone who could retake the exam with Sano for so many rounds actually passed over the answers, it seems pointless whether they copied or not.

What was that saying again?

The second-to-last person gave the last-to-last answer; one dared to give it, and the other dared to copy it?

After sighing, Sano had a sudden inspiration.

Why should someone like me, who has the ability to cheat, take exams like ordinary people?

"Teacher, I need to go to the toilet!"

A few minutes later, Sano emerged from the restroom under the watchful eyes of the proctors pacing the corridor.

After the two had walked a short distance, a small dark shadow immediately appeared.

"Excellent, infiltration successful!"

Sano controlled the clone in its black cat form, rolled to a corner, looked around, and then quickly rushed to the other side, turned, and went upstairs.

Just then, a teacher holding textbooks blocked his way. Without the slightest panic, Sano slid through the teacher's legs, then did a backflip and continued walking, heading straight for the locations where the answers to the makeup exam might be.

Time is of the essence, let's hurry.

Cat Agents, Mission in Progress!

……

When Sano finished his make-up exams and arrived at the café, which now had a fancy "Antique" sign, it was already packed with people.

Compared to when Sano took over, there's now Suzuki Sonoko, the four-person squad, and... Amuro Tooru.

Sano: "...What are you all doing here?"

"Haha, senior, you really are something! You opened a shop and didn't even tell us. Of course we had to come and support you!"

"Wishing Sano-nii a prosperous business!"

"What made you decide to open a coffee shop?"

"The location is nice. I heard you're hiring. Would you like to consider me?"

Sano was surrounded and talked to for a long time, and his mind couldn't process it all at once.

"...In short, you're just here to show your support, right?"

Annoyed by the noise, Sano took a drastic approach, pushing everyone to the seats next to him: "Then sit down right now, order whatever you want to eat, and don't bother me. I have other things to do."

"Where's Xiaozhi? Where are the people who came for the interview?"

"Here you are, boss!"

Sano looked in the direction of the voice and apologized to the person who donated the hip.

She was around twenty years old, quite good-looking, with her signature squinty eyes, and long black hair tied in a ponytail that fell over one shoulder. Hmm, that hairstyle is a bit dangerous, madam.

"Hello, my name is Miyasu Aiko. Nice to meet you."

Miyasu Aiko bowed to Sano in greeting, her expression gentle and respectful. Sano bowed slightly, her voice trembling with amusement. Sano's voice was soft and indifferent, her tone light and serene. Sano's voice was also gentle and indifferent, her tone light and serene. Sano's voice was soft and indifferent, her tone light and serene. Sano's voice was soft and indifferent, her tone light and serene. Sano's voice was soft and indifferent, her voice ... serene, her voice light and serene. Sano's voice was soft and serene, her voice light and serene. Sano's voice was soft and

"Then let's skip the formalities and get him on trial. The timeframe is about right."

Sano glanced at the time and said.

"What's almost done?"

Before the donation could even begin, the sound of the wind rustling through the air filled the air.

"Ah."

Sano raised his chin, gesturing for Miyasu Aiko to answer the phone.

"Hello, oh yes, two iced Americanos and two croissants, right? Okay, okay."

Miyasu Aiko had just written down the menu items mentioned on the phone when Sano reminded her again, "Don't forget to write down the number."

"Oh well."

Miyasu Aiko then wrote down the number below.

Sano turned to look at the still-standing, dazed, shrewish figure beside him!

"Oh yes!"

When the time came, the donation was made to the falcon, and the push was made to the fan armor, which was then used to carry the rose and the baked chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum ...

"boom--!"

"Ring ring!"

The phone rang again as soon as I finished my meal: "Yes, two servings..."

"Ring ring!"

Seeing that Miyasu Aiko had just noted down one order, another one arrived. She was filled with anxiety and frustration.

"...So you were planning to contract out the delivery service to NaDuTong."

Amuro Tooru watched with interest as yet another Natoto delivery rider took away two meals: "But your shop is located in a small town, and now you've changed your name, so why are people ordering meals from your place so quickly?"

"advertise."

Sano pulled a poster/flyer from his pocket and handed it to Amuro Tooru: "The new services that Natoto has launched include, but are not limited to, handing out a flyer while delivering food, and posting it on the food compartment of the vehicle."

Amuro Tooru took the poster and flyer and laughed: "I see. The guy who runs this company is quite shrewd. He actually wants to have it all."

"The wool comes from the sheep's back."

"But such advertising must cost a lot, right?"

"really."

"Do they have many advertising slots?"

"Not many, after all, scarcity increases value, and too much publicity at once will have no effect."

"That's true..."

Amuro Tooru didn't say anything more, but there was actually something else he didn't say.

Those are such valuable advertising spaces. No matter how high the price, there will definitely be many people eyeing them. It's impossible for a small coffee shop like Sano to win against those big players in a price war. So, Amuro Tooru definitely doesn't believe there's nothing fishy going on.

Of course, this wasn't too surprising to Amuro Tooru, who was in the know.

After all, Sano is a former Black Society member, so he's probably willing to give up some advertising space.

This is all about human relationships and social interactions!

"By the way, how did you find out I opened a shop?"

Sano suddenly raised a question: It's one thing for others to be able to get in touch with Ran Mouri, but it's another for them to get in touch with Conan.

But Amuro Tooru doesn't seem to have any source knowing that he took over this coffee shop, does he?

"what……"

Tooru Amuro provided the answer.

It turns out that Poirot's boss didn't just own one coffee shop; he also ran businesses in other places. So Amuro Tooru, the workaholic, had worked for him before, and that's how they got in touch. That's how he learned about Poirot and how he found out that Sano was the one who took over.