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Chapter 677 Conan: I'm So Tired
The atmosphere gradually became a little dignified
From the time Dashen Jingqing appeared on the stage until she told the reason why she kept covering her face, Conan's brake pads were all broken, and she didn't expect Xiaolan to ask this question.

Concealing her identity, does Xiaolan already know that he is Shinichi?

Turning his head, Conan looked at Dashen Jingqing with complicated eyes.

He now wants to hear the answer from the Great God Jingqing.

After a moment of silence, Dashen Jingqing raised her head, glanced at the arena where the competition was taking place, and at the people who were cheering for the contestants, and explained: "As I said just now, my identity is that I am only a professional in the imperial capital." A secret that only wrestlers can know, since I have done this job, I have to abide by this agreement."

"Then you still tell us." Guangyou complained secretly, "You will keep the promise."

His complaints are naturally inaudible to others, and the great god Jingqing lay on the back of the chair and continued: "Besides, I don't want her to worry about me all the time. Every game of the wolf-faced fighters will be held during the prime time of the TV station. The live broadcast, the game, it is inevitable that the whole body will be injured, and it is really common to be beaten and bleed. So, if I want to expose my identity, it is only possible when I lose."

Saying that, Dashen Jingqing got up a little bit, took a deep breath, and said with a serious expression: "When my identity is exposed, it is the time when the wolf-faced fighter dies in the ring."

Conan leaned back in the chair, lowered his head, with a slightly heavy expression.

In fact, he thought so too.

"Don't think too much." Guangyou comforted: "Sooner or later, you will recover."

"I know." Conan nodded slowly.

Recovery will definitely happen. As long as artificial intelligence is real, then recovery will be just around the corner. It's just that the far water can't quench the near thirst, and it's still a bit difficult to handle.

Seeing that he still looked preoccupied, Guangyou also knew that his consolation hadn't had any effect, so he shook his head helplessly.

In fact, he originally wanted to tell Conan, "Don't think so much, your task today is to deliver the chocolates", but Xiao Ai was present, so he couldn't tell about the gift.

Otherwise, the sense of surprise is gone.

"Then Mr. God, why did you tell us your identity?" Uncle Mao Li asked the question that Guangyou complained just now, "We are not professional wrestlers in the imperial capital."

"Well, it's because my girlfriend is a loyal fan of your reasoning, Mr. Mori." Dashen Jingqing suddenly took out a signature board from below, and said shyly, "If I don't want to reveal my identity, I'm afraid it won't happen at all." It is impossible to get your autograph for her, so."

In fact, Guangyou wanted to tell the great god Jingqing that Uncle Mao Li's signature was very easy to ask for, and there was no need to reveal his identity at all.

Just tell Uncle Maori "My girlfriend is Mr. Maori's loyal reasoning fan, I want to get an autograph for her".

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"Fan? Signature?" The corners of Uncle Mao Li's mouth rose wildly at first, but in the next second he realized that he had to maintain that superior demeanor, so he coughed lightly, suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth forcibly, put on a calm look, and stretched out his hand He took the signature pad and pen, "It's just a signature, and it's worthless."

After signing his name on the signature board, Uncle Mao Li returned the pen and signature board to Dashen Jingqing, and asked at the same time: "In this case, Mr. Dashen, when you were wearing a mask just now, didn't you May I have it?"

"It's true to say that, but the wolf-faced fighters are set to be Mexicans." Dashen Jingqing happily put away the signature board and explained, "Without an interpreter, I can't go as a 'Mexican'." Communicate with the Japanese, if I ask you to sign it and give it to a Japanese woman, it will definitely make the audience suspicious."

At this time, a man with a Band-Aid on his face leaned into the ear of the Great God Jingqing and said, "Mr. Great God, it's time to get ready."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Dashen Jingqing nodded, got up and said to several people, "Mr. Maori, I'm going to prepare for the game now, so I'm leaving first. I hope you can enjoy the next game."

"Then I wish you the best of luck."

"Thank you, I'll do my best."

After bidding farewell to Dashen Jingqing, Uncle Mao Li turned his head and continued to enjoy the game, but Conan turned his head to look at the direction where Dashen Jingqing left, and murmured: "When your identity is revealed, it is time to die."

A few minutes later, the battle on the ring came to an end. The general surnamed Kiba took advantage of the situation and knocked his opponent to the ground, making him unable to move.

"Ding!!"

The victory bell rang, and Kiba raised his hand to signal to the audience, enjoying the applause of the victor.

Uncle Mao Li was infected by the warm atmosphere at the scene, and couldn't help standing up and waving his arms: "The master of professional wrestling in the imperial capital is different, the fight is really exciting!"

"Wolf-faced fighters will be on the stage soon." Xiaolan swept away her sad face just now, opened the brochure, and said, "I don't know if the wolf-faced fighters can continue winning streak."

"Sister Xiaolan, I want to go to the bathroom." Guangyou wanted to take advantage of the short break after the game to solve this problem, and made a phone call by the way, "I will be back before the game starts."

"Then you go quickly." Xiaolan said, "There are many people here, Guangyou, please pay attention."

"understood."

After speaking, Guangyou got up from the chair and walked towards the entrance.

"Why did you follow up?" Guangyou had just walked out of the arena, and found that Conan was also following up, so he asked, "Going to the bathroom too?"

"That's just one of the reasons." Conan didn't lie, he did want to go to the bathroom, but he had other purposes besides that.

Seeing Guangyou with a natural expression, Conan struggled for a while, but couldn't help asking: "I want to ask you what you think about the incident just now."

Without even thinking about it, Guangyou blurted out: "Of course you sit and watch, don't you just jump and watch?"

"." Conan choked, why didn't this man play his cards according to the routine?
But he got used to it, and after a while, Conan asked again: "I'm not asking how you watch the game."

"Then how do I know how you watch the game, and I don't care about it." Guangyou glanced at Conan and interrupted directly, "Even if you dance to watch the game, I have no problem."

"." Conan was silent.

Is this thing intentional?
"It's not asking how you watch the game, nor how I watch the game." Conan took a breath and said patiently, "It's a question."

"Is it to ask Uncle Mao Li how he watched the game? Or to Xiao Lan how he watched the game?" Guangyou suppressed a smile and continued to interrupt, "You should ask yourself these questions, not me."

Okay, sure, this guy is definitely intentional.

"Can you listen to me carefully?" Conan said, suppressing his temper, "I'm asking"

It wasn't Guangyou who did it this time, it was Conan himself who interrupted, because he was afraid that Guangyou would interrupt him again.

He looked at it for a while, and after confirming that Guangyou didn't mean to interrupt, he said, "I'm actually"

"Say it!" Guangyou turned his head to look at Conan, and complained, "I stopped and waited for you to say it, why didn't you say it again?"

"."

Conan suddenly felt very tired.

　I broke up with others for more than half an hour.

　　Otherwise it would have been earlier, Gan.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)