Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

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After all, where does the arrogance in Japanese come from... It's really hard to say. Sano hasn't looked into it, so he won't comment for now.

Chapter 169, page 168: The previous one should already be able to call me "Mommy".

Even if it were true, Sano still wouldn't do it.

Actually, when Sano was quite young... probably in elementary school?

Back then, writing was always done stroke by stroke, striving for neatness. But I don't know when it started, Sano began to pursue speed.

It's called cursive script because that's what Sano's junior high school homeroom teacher described his calligraphy, and he even had him read it aloud on stage to see if he could understand it.

...The result, of course, was that I could understand it.

After all, this is Sano's own masterpiece, how could he not understand it?

Although there were indeed one or two... three, four, five, six, or seven characters that even Sano himself couldn't understand, he could still read them based on the context and his remaining memories.

It just takes a little bit of time to analyze it.

After hearing Sano's words, Suzuki Sonoko was confused for a moment. Her brain, which hadn't rested all night, didn't say anything more and simply returned the homework to Sano.

Soon, the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom and raised an eyebrow in surprise when she saw Sano.

It seems this child is gradually becoming more proactive about going to school, which is a good sign.

After nodding in satisfaction, the homeroom teacher asked all the students to hand in their summer homework for inspection. The first one to be inspected was, of course, Sano, who had made a great improvement in his appearance.

Opening the first book, the beautiful handwriting immediately catches the eye, showing that it was written with great care.

After flipping through a few pages, the homeroom teacher nodded in satisfaction again. Indeed, one should look at someone with new eyes after three days of separation.

Then the homeroom teacher opened the second book.

Compared to the previous book, the handwriting in this one is obviously worse, but it's still okay, at least it's finished. I just don't know if it's because I was too frustrated, but it seems that the handwriting became more and more messy as I went on.

Well, it's okay, progress is always good.

The homeroom teacher opened the third book, and then his eyes widened.

...Is this supposed to be a character??

The homeroom teacher rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things, and then slowly typed out a few dots.

After flipping through a few pages, the homeroom teacher pulled out the fourth, fifth, and sixth books.

The handwriting in the following books was just like that in the third book... unrestrained and flamboyant.

Well, even though I don't understand it, I still wrote it, so that's progress!

The homeroom teacher took a deep breath, intending to praise Sano properly later, since only this kind of encouraging education could help the child grow better.

Then, the homeroom teacher looked at the second student's homework.

But as the teacher watched, she gradually realized that something was wrong.

After pulling out one of Sano's homework assignments again, the homeroom teacher squeezed the second student's homework, then squeezed Sano's homework, and her eye twitched slightly.

Could it be...?

The homeroom teacher laid the two homework assignments flat on the table, bent down, and looked at them from the horizontal plane. She then noticed that Sano's homework was shorter than the others'.

"..."

The homeroom teacher sat up straight, expressionless, and looked at Sano.

Sano, who was secretly observing the homeroom teacher, immediately looked away guiltily upon seeing this.

Damn it, I had just managed to fool everyone, how did I still get caught?

It's because just too many pages were torn out...

Seeing Sano's reaction, the homeroom teacher immediately knew what was going on, and his blood pressure shot up.

Calm down, calm down. Even though it's opportunistic, at least I've made a move. It's better than blatantly ignoring it like before, right?

Change takes time; take it slow. This time it was a shortcut, but next time you might do it properly.

After thinking it over, the homeroom teacher didn't pursue the matter further, but instead started flipping through other students' homework.

After the homeroom teacher had roughly gone through all the students' homework and confirmed that everyone had at least "written" it, she stood up and prepared to start the class.

Looking down from the podium, the homeroom teacher noticed that Sano, Sonoko Suzuki, and Ran Mouri, who were sitting side by side after the new semester's seating arrangement, were all tapping beans in unison with the same frequency and amplitude, which made the teacher laugh.

Sano is one thing, he's always like that, and Sonoko Suzuki can be understood to some extent, but how come even Ran Mouri, a model student, is starting to doze off?

The homeroom teacher sighed, and was about to tease the three of them about whether they had teamed up to rob a bank last night, but then realized something was wrong.

...Sano's first assignment, with its beautiful handwriting, and his second assignment, which, while not as good as the first, was still acceptable. The following four assignments were all in the same style.

Even the four homework books that were missing pages were the four books with messy handwriting, while the first two books had every page missing...

Masaka!?

The homeroom teacher's body stiffened, and as a flash of inspiration struck, a cold glint appeared on his glasses.

In an instant, the homeroom teacher felt enlightened—there was only one truth!

"boom!"

The homeroom teacher slammed his hand on the table, his previously suppressed anger surging forth with a roar: "Sano!!"

"Um!?"

The three members of the Sano trio simultaneously jolted awake and opened their eyes.

Sano stood up and asked, "What's wrong? Is get out of class over? I'm going home now..."

……

"New mission: make a deal with Icewine from the intelligence group, take both the money and the goods, and eliminate them."

Looking at the email from Gin containing detailed information about the new mission and the numbers of the new teammates, Sano couldn't help but sigh softly.

I just made a lot of money for the organization yesterday, and now I have to go back to work.

Work is tough, it's such a pathetic corporate slave job.

After rubbing his palms, which had been slapped twice by the homeroom teacher, Sano quickly went out to the mission location that Gin had mentioned.

...Although Sano's "opportunistic" behavior was discovered by his homeroom teacher, at least the system task was completed, which at least gave Sano a little bit of psychological comfort.

However, upon closer inspection, the system task should actually only involve "submitting" summer homework, rather than "completing" summer homework.

In other words, Sano's efforts last night were completely wasted.

...I'm a bit speechless. I feel like I was punished with those two rulers for nothing.

Because, in terms of the whole process, it seems that the homeroom teacher had already discovered Sano's "opportunistic" part, but did not pursue it until it was all exposed, which made the other party "unable to tolerate it any longer".

In other words, if Sano had chosen to submit a blank assignment, or chosen between "having someone else write it for him" and "tearing up his assignment," the homeroom teacher might not have pursued the matter against Sano.

Therefore, Sano deserved those two lashes from the ruler; it would be an understatement to say he was punished for nothing.

This is... a case of being too clever for one's own good.

Sano, who had switched to a rye vest, let out a somewhat irritated sigh.

Then Sano's phone rang.

It was my new teammate's number, the so-called ice wine.

As for Vermouth, Sano's teammate from the previous mission, he had already heard from her on the way back from that island that she was going to go abroad after the mission was completed.

It's a real shame. Sano originally wanted to test the waters further to see if there was any chance of turning the other party into his own human skin mask manufacturing machine.

Before Sano could even answer the phone, it was already hung up, and then a pretty young woman in casual clothes approached him.

"rye?"

Sano looked up at the other person.

It turned out to be a woman.

Compared to the cold and aloof name "Icewine," Icewine itself is clearly more "friendly," with a charming and alluring quality... somewhat similar to Vermouth.

"Let's go."

Including the Shenlong mission and staying up all night to catch up on homework, Sano himself has lost count of how many hours he hasn't closed his eyes.

...Well, Sano did catch up on some material during class during the day, but he was still very sleepy. When people are sleepy, they are easily irritable, so naturally they are not in the mood to chat with a stranger.

Sano couldn't help but grimac when he thought of the Shenlong mission.

Even though they ran into Conan, that plague god, the damn system didn't trigger the mission. But aside from that, splitting the prize money with Vermouth would at least get them a hundred million, which is a small consolation.

Seeing his teammates' indifference on this mission, Bingjiu raised an eyebrow but didn't say much, simply following Sano.

The transaction in this mission involved a senior executive of a company.

Sano didn't know the specifics of the transaction, only that he wanted to receive 100 million yen from the other party.

The transaction was to take place in an abandoned building, and since it was dark, there was no need to worry about being noticed.

But just as Sano and Hyouji walked side by side into the building entrance, the sound of an attack pierced the air.

It wasn't a gun, it was a fruit knife.

Ice Wine, who happened to be standing on the other side of the attack, instinctively tried to draw his gun, but it was too late.

Ice Wine's right hand was slashed, and the pistol he had pulled out immediately fell to the ground. Instead, the man grabbed him by the neck and used him as a human shield.

...Tsk, another piece of trash?

"Don't move! If you do, I'll kill her. Give me the gun on the ground! Throw the gun on the ground to me!"

Sano glanced coldly at the two people beside him, then at the lady's pistol that had just slid to his feet: "Are you the trader? Did you bring the money?"

"Fuck your head! Do you think I'm some rich kid? You're asking for a hundred million? No wonder I can't possibly come up with that!"

The enraged man shouted, "Hand over the gun and all the stuff on the ground right now, or I'll kill this woman!"

Ice Wine, clutching his bleeding right hand, said coldly, "Ignore Rye, kill him!"

"Shut up!"

The man yelled at the iced wine.