Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

After a little naughtiness, Belmod immediately hid in a corner and enjoyed this wonderful comedy with a cup of oolong tea.

"You...who are you, I don't even know..."

Hattori Heiji found that the girl with short hair looked more and more familiar. He closed his mouth before he finished speaking and lowered his head to think. In the eyes of others, this is a sign of a young man's guilty conscience.

"I remembered, you were the little kid who played competitive singing cards before!"

Look, I admitted it!

Everyone in the banquet hall looked at Hattori Heiji with a genuine expression, and also sympathized with the girl with a single ponytail who came in with him.

"He Ye, listen to me, I don't know anything about my fiancée..."

Confused, the calm Hattori Heiji was pulled out of the banquet hall by Conan. Xiaolan comforted Kazuya and found a sofa to sit on with Belmode, leaving only Ooka Momiji standing there.

"Red leaves~"

The old voice frightened the future Queen of Gepai into stiffness. She forced herself to maintain her aristocratic posture, slowly turned around and said with a smile: "That...grandpa..."

"I never knew that my granddaughter has such a side." Chairman Ooka glanced sideways at Minami Masamune, noticed that he turned his head and said nothing, and coughed again: "Iori, are you right? The lady’s protection is not strong enough.”

"Um, sir, I really don't agree with the engagement between Miss Hattori and Mr. Hattori..."

He wanted to explain that although he had heard Ooka Momiji mentioning things like his fiancé and future husband, he didn't know the specific situation at all. It should be an old incident from Miss Momiji's childhood.

"By the way, Mr. Hattori, I almost forgot!" The eccentric Chairman Ooka grabbed the old childhood sweetheart's arm and asked Minami Masamune in a surprised tone: "Masaka, do you think this Mr. Hattori is not what we are today? Come to greet Hattori Heizo’s son?”

"Go, go!"

Shaking off Ooka's hand like a dirty thing, Mr. Nan glared at Yoshioka and asked the brat to come over and clean up the smell of gunpowder and calm down the old man's anger.

"Mr. Ooka!"

Yuzuki and Kaori, who were walking behind and disguised themselves, stood next to Sera Masumi. They were watching the fun and excitement when they noticed that Yuji in front of them took a step forward.

"Who are you……"

Blinking, Chairman Ooka looked Yoshioka up and down, then glanced at Minami Masamune.

(The scapegoat you want?)

(That’s right.)

"Mr. Ooka, please allow me to introduce you."

The new deputy director of the Police Department walked quickly between Hattori Heizo and Chairman Ooka: "This is the person to be welcomed at today's reception, Mr. Hattori Heizo, the head of the Osaka Police Headquarters."

He walked closer to Mr. Ooka like a dog, ignoring Iori Muga's suddenly tense arms. Yoshioka rubbed his hands: "As for the one who and your granddaughter... are riding on several boats at the same time, it is indeed him. My son is right.”

A few sneers suddenly came from the banquet hall, followed closely by Nan Zhengzong's shout.

"Ooka? Ooka!"

Anyway, the banquet broke up unhappy.

In the high-end ward of Mihua Central Hospital, Chairman Ooka, who was lying on the bed with a ventilator on his mouth, opened his eyes in confusion.

He felt as if his hand was being held by someone. He turned his head slightly and saw Minami Masamune sitting beside the hospital bed, as well as Tokizumi and Iori standing next to their old friends with their hands behind their backs.

Suddenly, Mr. Ooka's eyes widened, he made a grunting sound, raised his right hand with an intravenous drip, and pointed at Tetsuo Yoshioka, who was standing by the window on the other side.

"He...he..."

This bitch actually dared to stand in his ward after fainting so openly, and Nan Zhengzong even let him in?

"Eh..." Minami Masamune put down his other hand and coughed a few times before letting Yoshioka sit over reluctantly.

"That, Mr. Ooka."

Yuji grabbed his face, tore off the mask, and patted himself under the dull gaze of Chairman Ooka: "This is my first time meeting you. Although this meeting is a bit unpleasant, but I promise I won’t do it next time!”

"next time!"

"That's right." Yuji nodded, keeping his eyes on Ooka. He noticed that he was showing signs of anger again, so he hurriedly took his hand from Mr. Nan and shook it up and down.

"Listen to me, in fact, Momiji-senpai and Hattori Heiji really have nothing. That is a misunderstanding."

Sure enough, Chairman Ooka calmed down instantly. He motioned to Iori to roll up his hospital bed and asked Yuji to continue speaking with his eyes.

"This matter has to go back many years ago..."

The moon outside the window has already risen into the sky. In the high-end ward, while eating fruits on the small table and taking the green tea brewed by Minami Masamune himself, Chairman Ooka stared at Yuji at the end of the bed, watching him raise his brown head to the opposite side. The wig-wearing Iori Muga held out her little finger.

"When we meet again, I will marry you, just wait."

Finding that Iori Wuga's expression was dull and uncooperative, Yuuji directly grabbed the instant noodle head's hand, shook out his little finger, and then hung it on his own little finger.

"Mr. Iori, you can say hello shyly now."

[This guy is obviously making fun of himself...]

"Iori, cooperate with him."

"gentlemen?!"

After pinching a piece of orange and stuffing it into his mouth, Chairman Ooka seemed to be watching someone else's story. He was still a little unsatisfied halfway through the series.

Pursing his lips, Iori Muga said with difficulty and stiffly: "Hi..."

After saying that, he seemed to have touched something dirty just now, and hurriedly shook off Yuji's little finger.

"So this is the whole process. According to you, it was a misunderstanding. Could it be that Hongye heard the last sentence wrong?"

Minami Masamune saw that Ooka was still not satisfied after eating three oranges, so he directly grabbed the peeled oranges in front of him and ate them.

"Yeah."

Yuji walked back to the previous position and reached out to Iori Muga again. After he hung his little finger back with an expressionless face, he added: "Don't cry, we can compete next time, but I won't show mercy next time we meet, you practice your skills and wait."

Before the boy could find fault, Iori Muga immediately added a "Hi" and quickly pulled his hand back.

"So that's how it is!"

Suddenly realizing, Grandpa Ooka slapped the armrest of the hospital bed: "What the hell! Not to mention that there is nothing similar between these two sentences, didn't you just graduate from kindergarten when they were in the second grade? You haven't even started elementary school yet!"

"Who said that? This sentence is very similar when said in Osaka dialect!"

Yuji spread his hands and said nonchalantly: "If you don't believe me, you two old people should try it."

"Try it!" Ooka grabbed Minami Masamune's hand and hooked his little finger in the same way, saying: "When we meet again, I will marry you, just wait"

The sound of a lunch box falling to the ground came from the door of the room. Tokuizumi, Iori and Yuji shrank into the corner, revealing that the two old men looked at the door stiffly, and Ooka Hongye, who accidentally opened the door after discovering that he was eavesdropped, looked at them with strange eyes.