Teitan Elementary School, Class B, Grade 1.

Because the students heard that a new student would be transferred today, the classroom was very restless, and groups of three or four gathered together to discuss excitedly.

Conan held his chin in his hand speechlessly, and complained to himself with his crescent eyes: Come on, I have absolutely no idea what these people are so excited about.

"Do you really want new classmates?"

Ayumi Yoshida's pretty little face was also full of excitement.

"Since Conan transferred in, there haven't been any transfer students in our class."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya nodded confidently, "Of course, this is true information!"

Kojima Genta chuckled, revealing a simple and honest smile, "I hope it's a cute girl."

As soon as she finished speaking, the teacher opened the door and walked into the classroom with a very cute little girl with short brown hair. She clapped her hands and signaled for silence.

"This is the new student Huiyuan. You all must get along well with each other in the future. Do you understand?"

"I know!"

What a lovely girl!

Yuan Tai's eyes lit up, and he quickly cleaned the area around him and asked her to sit next to him. However, the girl ignored him with an indifferent look on her face and walked to Conan's side.

Genta:...unhappily shoots death rays at Conan.

Conan laughed dryly. He pulled up the corners of his mouth stiffly and said to the person sitting next to him with gritted teeth: "Hey! What are you doing?"

Huihara Ai put away her schoolbag indifferently, her eyes teasing but indifferent, "Don't think too much, I don't want to sit next to you, it's just that my brother asked me to sit here."

Who told you this!

Conan blushed: "Why did you come to school?"

"You're here too, why can't I come?"

Huihara Ai chuckled, straightened her body, and stared at the blackboard, "Great Detective."

In fact, Gen Sugawa didn't take care of her at all at home, so he sent her to school because he thought Conan could help take care of her.

Haibara Ai thought of how Sugawa Gen looked at her as if she was in trouble. Then he resolutely contacted Professor Agasa and rushed to enroll her. Then he sent her out of the house with a relaxed look on his face, let her go to school by herself, and then walked back home irresponsibly, and closed the door without hesitation. She was speechless.

This is definitely her brother. He has the same personality as he did in the organization, completely irresponsible.

"Hey! You..."

Conan was halfway through his words when a piece of chalk suddenly flew onto his forehead, "It hurts!"

He covered his red forehead, then looked up at the teacher with a scary smile - "Edogawa-san! Please don't talk casually in class, okay?"

Conan was startled and smiled awkwardly, "Ahaha, okay."

Haibara Ai snorted softly, but there was a hint of gloating in her voice.

After school, Haibara Ai was helplessly followed by a group of chattering kids all the way, and was dragged into joining a childish team called the Boy Detective Team. Because of Ayumi's coquettishness and soft heart, she silently followed them to solve a case.

Although she was trying to fish in waters the whole time, she watched with curiosity the great detective's Sichuan Opera-like face-changing. When she encountered a case, her eyes lit up, without a trace of impatience on her face. She collected evidence with a burning gaze, solved the mystery, and revealed the truth of the case with a righteous face.

Haibara Ai felt a little more empathy in her heart. Perhaps she understood why Gen Saigawa cared so much about Conan.

Conan is a flame as hot and unceasing as the sun, while Sugawa Gen is more like a moth that flies towards the light.

Just like he resolutely bid farewell to the Black Organization, he prefers sunshine to darkness.

After some reasoning, Haibara Ai finally broke away from the team. When she returned home, she saw a black Porsche with license plate number 356A parked at the door of her house.

Gin's car?

Haibara Aihun tensed up and hid in the corner of the wall in panic. Her brain almost stopped working. Her eyes were unfocused and she looked at the yard with a scattered gaze. Her body couldn't help shaking with fear.

She was sure that no matter what Gin did, Qichuan would not be harmed.

Was she discovered?

Suddenly, a cell phone rang from her schoolbag. At that moment, the feeling of despair instantly rose from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head. Haibara Ai's heart was pounding, and she quickly opened her cell phone. It was Sugawa Gen.

The voice of Sugawa Gen on the phone was quite relaxed, "Hey, Ai, are you almost home?"

Huihara Ai breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her voice and curled up into a ball. "Not yet."

"That's great. You can stay at Dr. Agasa's house for a while. I've already told the doctor."

"Hmm," Huiyuan Ai replied softly, like an insecure little beast, "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'm out for something. I'll be back in a week or maybe half a month."

Sugawa Gen seemed to be packing his things. There was a zipper sound and he said, "Just call me if you need anything."

"Okay," Haibara Ai looked up vigilantly, the door of the house was pushed open, and a blond man with an indifferent expression walked out. Haibara Ai's heart tightened.

Is this a new member of the organization? It seems that he is difficult to get along with. Is Sugawa Gen really okay?

There was a sound of wheels sliding on the other end of the phone. In Huihara Ai's sight, Sugawa Gen was walking out of the house with a suitcase. "Okay, I'll pick you up when I get home."

"Okay," Haibara Ai clutched the phone tightly, staring at Sugawa Gen as he got into the car. She listened to the busy tone on the phone, crawled out from the corner of the wall, glanced at the tightly closed door, and walked out of the yard in silence. The shadow of the Porsche could still be seen on the street, and judging from the direction, they were heading out of Beika Town.

After Sugawa Gen couldn't help asking Amuro Toru to stop the car and get out to vomit for the fourth time, he finally looked at the man in front of him who also looked unhappy with an impatient look on his face and asked, "Can you drive properly?"

Amuro Toru looked at him emotionlessly without saying a word, but his hands honestly turned the steering wheel quickly and did another drift.

Even though he was wearing a seat belt, Qichuan Yuan was thrown against the car door and his face turned pale. He grabbed the handle and a flock of camels rushed through his heart.

He opened the car window, and the howling wind instantly blew his hat off his head. Qichuan Yuan was slow to catch it, and then he saw the white hat swaying left and right like a butterfly, hitting the window of the sports car behind him.

After a series of ear-splitting brake sounds, the red sports car twisted and turned around the car in front like a centipede and rushed straight into them.

Qichuan Yuan suddenly laughed happily, and his pale face was stained with some great satisfaction, "The car behind us has caught up."

Amuro raised his purple eyes and looked coldly through the rearview mirror at the sports car behind him. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car's speed increased instantly, rushing forward even faster. The car behind him also seemed to be stronger, so it also accelerated and bit the Porsche tightly.

Once again, Sugawa Gen was thrown down the door:

The two cars were entangled with each other all the way and finally arrived at the destination. Gen Sugawa rushed out of the car without waiting for Toru Amuro to park the car and ran to a trash can on the side to vomit.

Amuro Toru watched him slumped on a bench with a pale face, then turned to look at the red sports car behind him.

The car stopped steadily in front of the black Porsche, then the passenger door opened and a strange young man in black clothes and a bandage rushed out.

As if it was a replay, he rushed to the trash can next to him and vomited unconsciously, then fell beside Qichuan Yuan with unsteady steps. The two of them looked at each other indifferently, and then looked away tacitly. They obviously didn't know each other, but the one white and the one black were strangely harmonious.

A young man with brown hair and blue eyes walked out from the driver's seat with a flamboyant smile on his face. He slammed the door shut and looked at Amuro Toru with great interest, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Amuro Toru lost sight of him, frowned, and walked towards Sugawa Gen, mercilessly pulling his arm to lift him up. Then, without caring whether he was standing steadily or not, he dragged him straight towards the hotel.

The man behind him called out, but Toru Amuro didn't stop and walked straight inside as if he didn't hear anything.

"That blond man!"

The man shouted again, "Let's compete again!"

Amuro Toru turned back to look at him, his eyes calm, "Not interested."

The other boy spoke lazily, chuckling, but his iris-colored eyes were dead silent, "I've already said I don't want to, little guy."

"Who do you think is the dwarf?"

"Whoever responds is the one."

"You damn mackerel!"

Qichuan Gen, who was being dragged away by the collar, looked expressionlessly at the two people who suddenly started to argue with him, and looked at the black-haired boy in the black suit with a puzzled expression.

To be more precise, he looked at the top of his head, where a nameplate frame with an unknown color of black and red was floating. However, it had spider web-like cracks on it, so that Qichuan Yuan could not see the words on it at all.

The man seemed to be aware of his gaze, and raised his head casually, looking at Qichuan Yuan with a smile, but the only iris-colored eyes that were revealed seemed to reveal obvious malice.

He raised his hand meaningfully, snapped his finger at Qichuan Yuan, and opened his mouth.

Qichuan Yuan understood it - have a safe journey.

He frowned. What was he saying?

"Change clothes."

After entering the room, Amuro Toru threw him to the ground without mercy and threw the bag in his hand on him.

Qichuan Yuan looked at this man who walked out of the room without a moment's delay as if he was hiding from some virus, and couldn't help but chuckle.

An indescribable sense of joy suddenly surged in his heart, and he laughed softly, "Ah, this is so interesting."

Why does Bourbon have such strong malice towards him?

Obviously, the people he had seen with golden name tags before were all friends or family members with whom he had a friendly relationship.

But why is Bourbon so rude even though it is also a gold brand?

Also, why is there a black name tag?

Qichuan Yuan raised his hand to wipe away the tears that oozed from the corners of his eyes. The smile on his face was a little sick. He lowered the corners of his mouth with a gloomy look and walked into the room carrying his clothes.

However, no matter how complicated things are, he knows the answer, right?