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Mitsuhiko didn't notice the helpless eyes of the goddess who cared for the immature children at all.

He just lowered his head, bent down, and tried his best to send the Valentine's Day chocolate in his hand:

"Please accept my Valentine's Day gift!"

It was loud.

All of a sudden, half of the students in the classroom followed the prestige.

These ignorant children have not yet learned the bad habit of adults whistling and booing, but their curious eyes still make the atmosphere very awkward.

Silence, still silence.

This silence made Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko tremble slightly with tension.

He finally began to understand why confession, a simple thing that can be done with just a few words, would make it so difficult for the hero and heroine in TV dramas.

It turned out that this was a challenge.

Mitsuhiko couldn't help regretting his impulsiveness and ignorance.

Just when he closed his eyes in despair and was about to apologize and run away with a red face...

Hui Yuanai accepted his gift.

"Thank you."

"Hey, hey?!" Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko was slightly taken aback: "Haihara-san...you, you accepted?"

"Yeah." Hui Yuanai gently grasped the box of Valentine's Day chocolates in his palm.

But her expression, her tone, are still so cold and calm:

"It should be embarrassing to be rejected by a girl in public, right?"

"If your self-esteem is damaged when you are young, it may affect your personality development in your later life."

"Maybe, because of today's psychological shadow, you will not dare to confess to girls for the rest of your life, afraid of contacting the opposite sex, and become a decadent dead house who only dares to hide at home and watch anime."

Mitsuhiko: "..."

He was already trembling for the terrible future that Huiyuan-san had restored.

Haibara Ai's preaching tone quietly intensified again:

"I saved face for you this time."

"Don't be so reckless next time, Mitsuhiko."

"I..." Mitsuhiko was at a loss for words for a moment.

He knew he was rejected anyway.

Hui Yuanai's voice was as cold as ice water.

But Mitsuhiko is like an old man swimming in winter in the air of minus [-] degrees. After being blown by the cold Siberian wind, he feels that the ice water is a bit warmer:

"Thank you, Haibara."

"you are welcome."

Hui Yuanai folded her arms on her chest, her tone became colder and colder:

"Also, let me tell you one more thing:"

"It's a stupid thing to confess in public."

"Girls don't like being 'kidnapped' like this."

"Doing so will only embarrass yourself."

"and also…"

This time, it is rare for her to speak to the extent of confiding in her heart:

"Don't blame me for not being euphemistic enough, Mitsuhiko."

"Showing your attitude directly to someone you don't like is the real expression of maturity."

"Yeah." Mitsuhiko nodded seriously.

"one way or another…"

"Thank you for being willing to accept my gift."

He glanced at Hui Yuanai gratefully, then turned and left feeling a little lonely.

Haibara Ai, on the other hand, opened the box of Valentine's Day chocolates without hesitation, treated it as an ordinary snack from a friend, and ate it comfortably. .

"Huihara." Conan was a little surprised: "You...really accepted the chocolate?"

According to his understanding of the iceberg girl, he thought that Hui Yuan Ai would take the trouble to directly reject Mitsuhiko, and then said some heart-warming words in a cold tone.

Unexpectedly, Hui Yuan Ai now knows how to take care of other people's feelings.

This was the treatment that only her sister and Lin Xinyi had before.

"Mitsuhiko is our friend after all."

"You can't embarrass him too much."

Hui Yuanai's voice was still so calm:

"Also, I don't think this chocolate can represent anything."

"Associating chocolate with love is just a marketing story for Japanese specialties."

"That's what I said..."

Conan also knows the origin of this Valentine's chocolate:

In the West, there is no custom of giving chocolates on Valentine's Day.

It is a chocolate candy manufacturer in Japan. Through day-to-day publicity and promotion, it has created the custom of "giving chocolate on Valentine's Day".

This is the same as giving apples on Christmas Eve. It is a Western "traditional" custom independently developed by the Orientals.

In the eyes of rational people, it can indeed be ignored.

"All right…"

Conan didn't say anything more.

While Hui Yuanai was eating the chocolate, he asked Conan as if unintentionally:

"Conan, you said..."

"Do boys prefer to receive store-bought chocolates or girls' homemade chocolates?"

"Surely it's homemade?"

"Oh." Hui Yuanai nodded thoughtfully.

"Uh, wait..." Conan reacted awkwardly: "Why are you asking this?"

Hui Yuanai tasted the sweetness of the chocolate silently, without answering.

Chapter 459 [Extra] Valentine's Day (2)

In the afternoon, after class.

Haibara Ai didn't go home directly, but returned to Mori's house with Conan.

She's here to borrow kitchens, materials, and molds—

I'm going to spend Valentine's Day with my boyfriend tonight.

There is not much time left for Hui Yuan Ai to prepare the chocolate.

Only at the home of Ms. Maori, who likes to make desserts and snacks, can I easily get together the materials and molds for making Valentine's Day chocolates in a short period of time.

And Mao Lilan, who has MAX proficiency in housekeeping skills, can even serve as her chocolate tutor:

"Homemade chocolate is easy to say, but not so simple:"

"The focus is on the ratio of cocoa powder, icing sugar, milk powder, butter and other ingredients to control the sweetness and taste of the chocolate..."

"..."

Mao Lilan is indeed a very responsible teacher.

She gave Hui Yuan Ai a detailed explanation, which turned out to be a simple way to make homemade chocolate, and explained the complex method that made this talented girl faintly feel overwhelmed.

"so…"

Hui Yuanai frowned slightly.

The simple and direct mind of a science student made it difficult for her to accept the tedious steps of Ms. Maori's craftsmanship:

"Compared to the 'homemade chocolate' made by directly heating and melting bought chocolate..."

"Will it make any difference?"

"Of course." Mao Lilan nodded earnestly: "The ratio of ingredients in the finished chocolates bought is carefully formulated by food experts according to the tastes of the public and market demand."

"It's definitely better than homemade chocolate."

Haibara Ai:"……"

So you just said so many homemade chocolate skills, are you talking nonsense?

"Not."

Mao Lilan blinked her big innocent eyes:

"The important thing about homemade chocolate is not the taste, but the heart of the maker."

"Different from soulless assembly line products, when we make chocolate with our hands, we melt our hearts into it unconsciously..."

Her words were like the sensational music played at the end of the Spring Festival Gala skit, sublimating the theme unexpectedly.

Miss Haibara dismissed this:

"It's just a useless ritual of self-motivation."