(PS: New author, didn't know how to write in the early stages, currently working hard to improve, please bear with me.)
(PS: For the early chapters, please don't take it too seriously...
Guangyou shrugged: "I think adults' bodies are easier to control."
Children's physical limitations are still quite significant.
After complaining about all that, when Kōyū turned around, he immediately saw Conan staring into his father's eyes, communicating with each other through their gazes.
"Kuangyou, this game is so exciting!"
Genta's face was filled with excitement, "It's several times more fun than regular games!"
Ayumi smiled brightly and said expectantly, "I really don't know when I can buy this game console. I still want to play it."
Guangyou's lips twitched slightly. Playing around was out of the question. Boss Xindora had been arrested, and the company's collapse was only a matter of time.
Even if it hadn't gone bankrupt, Noah's Ark would have self-destructed. Perhaps Noah's Ark still exists somewhere in this world, but it's unlikely to reappear within decades, or even a century.
Seeing Ran standing safely on the stage, Uncle Mori covered his face and wept bitterly.
"Okay, Dad, everything's alright now!"
Xiao Lan, slightly helpless but also touched, comforted him, "I'll let you have an extra can of beer to celebrate when we get back."
Uncle Mori sniffed, looked up, and held up two fingers: "Two cans."
Xiao Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and nodded: "Okay, okay."
The press conference has turned out to be a farce. The arrest of Sindora's boss made the media who were waiting at the door, who were not allowed to enter the venue, feel that their trip was worthwhile.
The hijacking of Noah's Ark was no secret. Certain special media outlets that had access to the venue had already sent the information back to their news agencies, urging them to handle it quickly. They weren't going to turn down money.
Supporters who rented out the Mihana City Hall for a press conference have become a laughing stock.
Although they felt wronged, they couldn't refute anything.
These things are naturally unrelated to Guangyou and his group.
They had left the city hall and hailed a taxi to go home.
Back at the office, after eating the late-night snack I bought from the night market on the way, I washed up and prepared to go to bed.
Only Conan, who usually lies obediently in bed and goes to sleep, always has some little quirks.
"What are you trying to do if you're not sleeping?"
Kōyū, nestled in his warm bed, watched Conan tossing and turning and asked in confusion.
"secret."
Conan rubbed his sleepy eyes, smacked his lips, and didn't want to fall asleep just like that.
Guangyou asked casually, and since he wouldn't answer, he went to sleep.