Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Pregnant...pregnant!"

Seeing Sera's innocent expression, Haneda Hideyoshi breathed a sigh of relief. After knowing that he had guessed wrong, he raised his head again and narrowed his eyes. He couldn't figure out the reason why his mother couldn't go out.

"Is it true that she was seriously injured, but who can plot against her..."

"Okay, don't think too much!"

Sera Masumi grabbed her second brother's face, causing him to close his mouth in pain. After trying hard to break free, his eyes went straight, and he couldn't remember what he had asked just now.

"By the way, I met the boy you have a crush on recently."

He gave up recalling his words and turned to the topic he thought his sister would be most interested in: "That Kudo Yuji."

"I...I don't like him!"

Sera Masumi looked around in panic, and found that Mr. Yoshitake had not returned yet. He relaxed a little, clenched his fist and shook it twice in the air to threaten Haneda Hideyoshi.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will give you a good beating."

"Okay, okay, that interesting manga artist Kudo Yuji you don't like, I met him recently."

Haneda Hideyoshi hugged his chest and joked: "But he is surrounded by pink peach blossoms, intimate ladies, lively fujoshi and voice actor idols with great figures. Barren bricks like my sister If you are a tsundere and rough girl with a body that is not cute, I’m afraid it’s impossible for people to take you seriously..."

"You~!"

(Yuji: Mr. Hideyoshi, isn’t it cold lying on the ground?! What’s the matter with the fist marks on your face?)

Wandering back and forth with the teacher in the hall, Yuji finally got to know many new council members who were taken care of by the Karasuma Consortium. He held up the sparkling champagne and waited until there was no one around before skillfully handing the glass to Morofushi Jingguang. He had a small piece of cake in his hand and ate it.

"Your character is an old man in his forties. It would be weird to eat such a tooth-droppingly sweet cake, right?"

Karasuma began to drink the wine in his hand, but his eyes kept glancing to the right. This made Yuji curious, and he also followed her line of sight.

"Jiroyoshi Suzuki? Why is the Suzuki Consortium here too?"

"Nonsense, this banquet was organized by the six major financial groups, but it was divided into regions."

"So that's it. No wonder the MPs in this area are so polite to you. After a long time, everyone has been feeding off of you."

The teacher raised his eyebrows and coughed. Thinking that this was the face of a middle-aged old man after all, he walked directly to Jigang's side, lifted his shoulders while secretly grabbing Jigang's waist.

"You sound so happy. Why, you always want to eat my soft rice..."

"How is that the same!" Although Yuji was pinched and hurt, his masked face did not change at all, and his tone was a little proud: "I am a soft-hearted person who has to eat hard, but I still have some backbone, okay?"

Mr. Yoshitano whispered close to Karasuma Hajime's face. Both teachers and students were used to such intimacy, but in the eyes of others, Mr. Yoshitano's relationship with the Karasuma Consortium was much closer.

Zhufu Jingguang quickly noticed these eyes with envy, jealousy and hatred. Just as he was about to remind Ye Nai not to be too close to Yuji's fake identity, Suzuki Jiroyoshi came to talk from the right with the younger members of the family. Haha laughed.

"It seems that this gentleman has a good relationship with the Karasuma Consortium. There are so many congressmen, but Shijun has only had physical contact with this one. It can be seen that everyone in the future will take him as the leader."

Suzuki Jirokichi raised his wine glass, turned around and shouted to the supporters in his area: "Toast, everyone, let us pay tribute to this new leader."

In terms of politics, the Suzuki Foundation, Joban Foundation, and Tomizawa Foundation all follow the Karasuma Foundation, and so do their supporters. However, Suzuki Jiroyoshi's words were obviously not in agreement with Yoshitake, but rather seemed to be causing trouble for him.

Silent, Karasuma felt that Yuji wanted to break away from him and open his mouth to explain. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed Mr. Yoshioka's arm. Facing his direction, he introduced loudly: "This is my former ex." My father is also very optimistic about him, but he is not obsessed with politics. It was because of my strong request that I brought my wife and daughter back to Japan. How about we toast to our touching teacher-student friendship?"

Hearing what he said, everyone's complicated eyes cleared up. Suzuki Jirokichi still laughed and was the first to raise his glass high: "To teachers and students."

Everyone had a drink together, and the banquet returned to normal. Although Yuji was unwilling, the teacher was still pulling him to the front of Suzuki Jirokichi.

"Mr. Suzuki went a little too far today. My teacher used to be just an ordinary tutor. It's not good for you to test him with such difficult questions."

The old man shook his head apologetically, saying that he did not deliberately embarrass the gentleman, and then took his daughter and niece back the same way.

"Sonoko, why do you look like a nymphomaniac again? Be careful when Kyogoku-kun comes back and I'll tell him."

Seeing his niece's expression, Suzuki Jiroki sighed helplessly.

"Hey, I just sighed that Mr. Karasuma is such a good man. He is obviously just a teacher, but he still does so many things for him."

No matter how different Yuanzi was, he knew that it was impossible for an ordinary teacher to become a member of the parliament. If he had this condition, he would have directly embarked on the political path, and there would be no need to waste time in school.

As for having more free time in school, you can use it to prepare... Come on, who doesn't know now that teachers have a job with more work and less money. Do they earn as much as barbers in Japan? Nothing but dignity.

"Hmph, you believe this kind of nonsense. It seems that your parents really trained your sister as their heir." Suzuki Jirokichi rolled his eyes.

"Hey, uncle, are you saying I'm stupid?" Yuanzi stopped with her hands on her hips.

"Hey, I actually heard it. It seems he's not as stupid as I thought."

Suzuki Jirokichi put his right hand into his trouser pocket, and stroked his bald head with his right hand: "This Karasuma Hajime has never been to school since he was a child. He always hires private teachers at home. Where does the teacher come from?"

"You also said he was a private tutor. This Ji Gang might be one of them. Maybe they had a very good relationship at the beginning, so Mr. Karasuma invited him back."

Shaking his head, Suzuki Jirokichi retorted: "But this person changes a group of teachers every year, and then gives them a large sum of money to immigrate to the United States. How could he invite people back?"

"this…"

"Moreover, our family actually hired a private detective to investigate these teachers. Not only them, but also the private detective was nowhere to be seen."

"No way!"

"Give up, sister."

Yuko, who had been silent the whole time, put her hand on Sonoko's shoulder and touched it: "Don't you believe this old man, don't you believe your own vision? When did you ever fancy a good man?"

"I...Azhen..."

"He brought it to the door by himself, so it doesn't count."

Her eyes suddenly became moist, Yuanzi pouted, and hummed in the face of the horrified expressions of the father and daughter: "I want to tell Ah Zhen that you are bullying me!"