Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

271 Lock the target
  The same day, nine o'clock in the morning.

Lan picked up Haiyuan and Conan. Yuanzi didn't come, so she chose to wait for the two of them directly at the door of the ceramics classroom.

At half past nine, the three of them arrived downstairs in the ceramics classroom. After waiting there for about a quarter of an hour, Yuanzi arrived and took them upstairs into the classroom.

There were surprisingly many people in the pottery classroom, and before the time was up, the classroom was almost full of people.

Yuanzi ran to talk to the teacher and said that she had a few friends who wanted to come and experience pottery today.

Yuanzi is considered an old man here, except for those who have been studying hard for a long time.

Most people come here just for fun, come once or twice and then never come back again.

Most of the people in this classroom are like that, amateurs. There are new faces every week, and there are always the same few familiar faces.

Yuanzi is different. She has been here three times. Counting today's visit, that's four times.

Once a week for a whole month.

Belongs to the most persistent among amateurs.

It's not that she likes pottery very much, but that she hasn't learned much about it the past few times.

It cannot be said that Sonoko is clumsy, but she has a big heart and sets high goals.

When other people come here, they just make small teacups and small clay pots.

Just play it briefly and experience the fun of playing in the mud.

Yuanzi was different. As soon as she arrived, she stared at the exhibits placed in the corner.

A nearly life-size pottery vase.

She also wants to get one like this.

The result is natural failure.

Once, twice, three times.

The previous grand goal has been reduced to making a large tea cup, and I can engrave whatever words I want on it.

This goal is not too difficult for the current garden.

The teacher in the ceramics classroom is a bald man in his early sixties named Mino Muneyuki.

His hair is not gray yet, but like Dr. Ali, it has become Mediterranean, with hair on the sides and bald in the middle.

This man is considered a capable person, he has won many awards, and has considerable attainments in pottery, which has attracted many admiring students.

Since business was so good, he couldn't handle it alone, so he hired two people to help him.

One is an assistant, and the other is his already married son-in-law.

But those two people haven't come yet. The only person in the classroom was the hunched old man Meinong.

After hearing Sonoko's request, Mino felt confident. He nodded in agreement with a smile, pointed to the table in the corner, and motioned for Sonoko and the four of them to sit there.

They followed the instructions and knelt down cross-legged. After they sat down, the old man brought two sets of aprons.

For those who do pottery, an apron is a must-have, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with mud splatters on your clothes.

The apron here is very simple, a very ordinary yellow plaid apron, not at all as fancy as the apron in a cafe.

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  "Teacher, why are there only two sets?" After confirming again and again that there were only two sets, and after Mino started to distribute aprons to others, Lan stood up and chased after her, "Those two children should also do the same."

"This" the old man was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly, "I thought they were just here for a visit, but this is going to be difficult. There are no small aprons in the classroom."

Due to his great reputation, his charges are not cheap. Even if it is just for one visit, the price is not within the reach of ordinary people.

Therefore, the people who come here are all petty bourgeoisie people from relatively well-off families.

The student party itself cannot afford it.

Of course, except for students like Sonoko. She is the youngest and the richest one here.

But even so, there is no talk of sending children here to experience this.

Even if it does happen, it will be dissuaded by the price.

What can't you do with this money?

Therefore, there are no aprons for children in the classroom.

"Then..." Lan looked into the distance awkwardly.

Conan immediately got up and ran over. After learning the situation, he patted his chest and immediately said that he would run to buy it.

"Sister Xiaolan is fine. I just came over to take a look. I don't plan to do it myself."

"Well, that's Conan's fault." Lan bent down and rubbed Conan's head.

"It's ok."

The latter rushed out in a flash.

Hui Principle continued to sit on her knees, and she had already guessed what was going on.

There is no apron suitable for her height.

In fact, Huiyuan didn't care about this.

Lu Ren's family didn't have children's aprons, and Huiyuan was used to wearing large aprons to cook.

But Conan might as well buy one.

When she returned home, she gave the money for the apron to Conan, and then at seven or eight o'clock, she called Lu Ren and handed over the finished pottery and apron to Lu Ren. This is estimated to take one day.

Lu Ren should be fine by then.

Haiyuan knew Lu Ren's usual time schedule, which used to be a cafe - Maori Office.

Now it’s a cafe-dojo-office.

While working two jobs, I also have to devote energy to martial arts training, not to mention the busy schedule of organizing things.

Sometimes Huiyuan really wonders, isn't Lu Ren tired?

It's like squeezing yourself too hard.

However, there was nothing she could do about it, she could only watch.

Haiyuan closed his eyes slightly, feeling a little bad.

That's all, there's no use thinking about it.

Or think of something you can do.

Taking advantage of the fact that classes hadn't started yet and he had free time, Haiyuan sat on his knees and moved towards Lan.

The three of them were seated, with her in the middle and Yuan Zilan on both sides.

"That...Sister Lan."

"Huh? What's wrong with Xiao Ai?"

"Can you knit sweaters?" Haiyuan asked.

"Knitting a sweater? No." Lan shook her head.

"That's okay."

Lan looked at Haiyuan's profile and suddenly understood what Haiyuan meant. She was probably planning to knit one for Lu Ren.

A smile naturally appeared on Lan's face. She leaned against Haiyuan's ear and whispered, "I can't do it, but my mother can. I'm going to ask her for advice during this time. Xiao Ai, do you want to learn too? one time."

The warm breath clung to Haiyuan's ears, causing her ears to turn red visibly.

Haiyuan moved to the side uncomfortably, "Yes. I'm going. Sorry to bother you."

"nothing."

At ten o'clock in the morning, students began to arrive one after another, and an assistant also came.

A beautiful woman in her thirties, smiling and looking very gentle.

She put on her apron, walked to the old man Meinong, and began to cooperate with him to explain to the students how to make pottery.

The two of them stood in front of a table with the best view and began to teach everyone how to make pottery.

Half an hour later, the old man finished his explanation and announced that it was practice time for everyone. Then he started walking back and forth in the classroom with his hands behind his back, ready to give guidance to the students at any time.

The three of them rolled up their sleeves and got started.

As early as the old man was explaining, Conan sneaked back quietly and handed the children's apron to Haiyuan.

Haiyuan thanked him, picked up a piece of mud, and placed it on the rotating tray.

The first stop that old man Meinong gave his students was the garden.

It's not that he isn't worried about Yuanzi. This child is relatively good among amateurs.

It's no problem to make some gadgets. He cares more about Yi Lan and Hui Yuan.

These two are now the youngest children in his store, and they are also the children who deserve the most care and guidance.

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  Things developed beyond the old man's expectation. Not to mention Yuanzi, Lan and Haiyuan both got started very quickly.

After a while, the embryo was already molded.

Proficiency does not look like someone who is exposed to this for the first time at all.

The old man asked directly, "Have you learned it before?"

Haiyuan shook her head. This was her first contact, but in her opinion, this was not difficult.

Stability and observation are two things she lacks in medicine-related fields.

Ran nodded, then shook her head, "I have never learned it, but I have played it once. I went to visit Mr. Kikuemon with my father before."

"The master potter?"

"Ah."

"Not only that." Yuanzi added, "They also solved a case incidentally."

"what?"

"Lan's father is a detective, nicknamed 'Sleeping Kogoro.' He should be relatively famous." Sonoko added.

Hearing this, the old man's expression changed.

He said a few more words casually, lowered his head and left in a hurry.

Conan stared at his back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

There's something wrong with this guy.
  (End of this chapter)