He ignored Hattori Heiji's blow.
Yu Shengnan sheathed his sword and turned to look at the girl he had shielded behind him. The girl had delicate chestnut-brown curly hair, and her pink earrings shimmered under the light. Her beautiful face was somewhat lost in thought.
This is a girl whose face is hard to look at.
The soft lines, like the ridgeline of a mountain in spring, outline a graceful and alluring curve, a unique charm that blends youth and maturity.
With a figure comparable to her own older sister, exquisite and curvaceous, even Yuzuru Hanyu couldn't help but exclaim: This is true talent.
Keep in mind, she's still young and has a lot of room for improvement!
It will surely shine even brighter in the future.
After a brief moment of admiring the view, Yuzuru asked, "Are you alright?"
"I...I'm not okay...No, no, I'm fine..." The girl opened her mouth, her throat felt dry and tense, as if something was stuck in it.
She stared intently at the young man who had shielded her from danger. Her once eloquent speech became hesitant and stammering, and her words lacked any of the arrogant aristocratic air she had exuded before.
Looking at the girl's flustered yet adorable appearance, Yu Shengnan felt a smile in his heart, but on his face he showed a gentle smile like a spring breeze: "Don't be nervous, the danger has passed."
As he spoke, he gave him a reassuring look.
His deep eyes were like a bottomless pool, making people want to drown in them.
The girl was the same, captivated by those charming eyes, frozen in place, her mind blank, only the boy's handsome face and warm gaze lingering in her mind.
At that moment, Xiaoshou Jun, who had just been knocked away by Yuzuru Nan's sword, actually broke free from the encirclement of several policemen. No wonder the Beika newspaper likes to say that the police are all incompetent; their professional abilities are truly worrying.
Kotekawa Shun picked up the knife from the ground and lunged at Hanyu Nan again, screaming hysterically, "I'll fight you to the death!"
This time, however, Yuzuru Hanyu didn't even turn his head.
Bang!!!
A deep yet crisp sound rang out.
A black folding fan steadily blocked the incoming sharp blade.
A classic Kendo technique – Muto-dori (no-sword takedown).
"Hmph, you dare to be so arrogant in front of me."
A cool and somewhat noble voice rang out.
Holding a folding fan, Chi Bo Jinghua stood in front of her disciple, using the fan to block the knife. Her eyes flashed coldly. Daring to bully her disciple meant that he didn't respect her as his master.
The next second.
As if sensing the change in the fan-wielder's anger, a small flame leaped out of the black folding fan and landed on the knife. The flame instantly surged upwards, following the blade and rushing towards Xiaoshouchuan Jun's arm with lightning speed.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Xiaoshou Chuanjun let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered. The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He frantically shook his arm, trying to extinguish the eerie flames, but the flames were like maggots clinging to bones, burning brighter and brighter.
The temperature of the flames was astonishingly high, and the originally incredibly sharp real knife gradually twisted and deformed under the raging fire.
In a short while, it turned into a pool of molten iron, steaming on the ground and emitting a pungent, burnt smell.
The surrounding police officers were stunned and stood there dumbfounded.
It took them a while to realize what was happening, and they frantically searched for fire extinguishers, creating chaos at the scene.
"I forgot to tell you..."
Yuzuru turned around, his gaze calmly fixed on the small hand-held sword, which was engulfed in flames. He revealed the competition card at his waist, which read "Yuzuru": "You are the judge who will demonstrate the sword drawing in the afternoon's final, and I am the contestant participating in the final."
"As for this one, he is my master. He dared to draw his sword in front of both of us. His courage is commendable."
The words were spoken.
The fire suddenly flared up, as if enraged, burning wildly, and the screams disappeared without a trace.
"This is......"
Ikeba Shizuka frowned, not expecting this to happen.
Yuzuru flashed her a bright smile, "Master, have you forgotten? I told you, the flame will bring you good luck!"
Ikenami Shizuka: "......"
She thought of the magic show that Yuzuru Hanyu had performed in front of her house last night.
I never expected that good luck would manifest itself in this way. My apprentice wasn't wrong; being safe and sound is indeed good luck.
The flame in the folding fan was what her disciple used to protect her.
"Miss, Miss, I'm back."
The girl's butler arrived late.
Iori Muga walked into the warehouse with a can of iced cola. Upon seeing the chaotic scene inside, his years of professional experience allowed him to react instantly, and he immediately stood in front of the girl.
"Miss, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
The girl shook her head, took the cola from his hand, and her gaze first swept over Hattori Heiji, who was being helped to stand up by Conan, before stopping on the boy Hanyu Nan, who was standing to the side, as if drawn by an invisible force.
"Would you like... a Coke?"
The girl asked, her voice trembling slightly, tinged with nervousness and shyness.
Iori Muga looked shocked.
What happened after he left?
You know, the young lady just specifically told him that Heiji Hattori would definitely be thirsty after his deduction performance, so she asked him to go and buy a bottle of Coke.
But how did this Coke end up in the hands of this boy named Yuzuru Nan?
Isn't this Hattori Heiji's match this afternoon?
Iori Muga's shock was unknown to Hanyu Nan.
He looked at the iced cola the girl handed him, tilted his head, somewhat surprised, but still naturally took it, pulled the tab, and gulped down a big mouthful.
A sip of ice-cold cola at the end of summer is indeed refreshing.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome......"
The girl waved her hand, blushing inexplicably.
She herself was a little puzzled.
She inexplicably handed the cola to the boy in front of her; her heart was pounding, as if some inexplicable force was driving her to do it subconsciously.
"My name is Yuzuru Hanyu. Thank you for the cola, it tastes great!"
Yuzuru took another sip of cola and sincerely thanked her. At that moment, he noticed that Hattori Heiji and Ikenami Shizuka were facing off, so he casually returned the remaining half can of cola to the girl.
The girl reached out and took it; the moment she touched Yuzuru's fingers, her heart suddenly raced.
Before she could even process what was happening, she heard her own voice involuntarily blurt out, "I... I'm called Ooka Momiji, I'm 18 years old, and I attend Toto Izumi Shin School..."
Her voice grew softer and softer until the last few words were almost inaudible.
Because at the very moment she spoke, the boy had already turned and left, leaving behind only a dashing silhouette.
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