Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 201 Ai: How did I get assigned to this position? (Happy New Year!)

What are you yelling about?

The deep, cold voice sent a shiver down Conan's spine...

The tall man in the dark purple shirt scared off the passerby sitting next to him with his eyes and sat down next to him without any politeness.

"Shen'er giegie..." Conan called out in a childish voice, and went over to shake Shen'er's arm, "No, I just asked Haibara-san some questions."

Ai Haibara: ......

Fushiguro kicked Conan away...

"Ah!" Conan screamed... and sat down on the ground with a thud, then looked at Fushiguro Jinji with a resentful gaze.

“Don’t pay attention to what he said…” Fuheshen said coldly in a low voice, “The only thing you need to care about is me.”

Seeing Conan's miserable state and the cold demeanor of Shen, a tremendous sense of happiness and security struck Ai's heart like a hammer blow.

"Did you hear that?" Ai pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on Shen'er's profile.

"Hmm..." Fukuro Jin nodded, glanced at Ai, who was holding a magazine to cover her face and staring at him like a lovesick woman, and twitched her lips. "Watch the game with me later."

"Oh...I'm already here, aren't I?" Ai's voice was very soft...and her bottom unconsciously moved towards Shen'er.

"Seriously, what are you doing?!" Conan walked over, rubbing his butt. "You've hurt me."

Fortunately, the arena was packed with people and quite noisy.

Otherwise... seeing this scene will lead to misunderstandings again.

“I am very dissatisfied with your behavior.” Fuheshen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He makes no attempt to conceal his double standards.

"So that's how it is..." Noticing Fushiguro Jinji's gaze, Conan instantly understood.

That makes perfect sense... My behavior just now was so unbecoming of the organization.

You must understand that you are now a member of the organization... and you represent the organization.

What's more, this is in a crowded arena. If the other members see me acting cute like this... what would they think?

And Shen'ergege is not good at expressing himself... so he can only use body language to express himself.

After all, there was a precedent of what happened at the All Heaven Games.

Ai took a deep breath upon seeing this scene.

The Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era... what's with this look??

Wow, wow... truly amazing.

"Shen'er Gege...Speaking of which, you really have double standards." Conan said with a sour look on his face, glancing at Ai Haibara standing next to Shen'er.

“You’re different from her…” Fuheshen’er said casually, his eyes fixed on the court.

Conan's inner thoughts: Seriously... is it because I'm a member of the organization that I'm being trained?

As for Haibara... perhaps Shūger only sees her as an elementary school student.

Ai's inner monologue: thump thump thump... thump ... thump thump.

The feeling of being moved.

"I know... really." Conan pouted. "I knew you'd say that."

Haibara Ai:?

Fuheishen had no idea what the two were thinking... his eyes were unfocused as he recalled what had happened that morning.

I originally planned to linger with Lan when we were alone... to try and get some luck.

Preparing for the afternoon's football betting.

But... it's all Gin's fault for using his looks, which prevented him from successfully getting close to Ran.

Overall, it's not bad.

Finally, at Cohen's suggestion, he called Gin back.

The members of the organization took a group photo...

Gin remained expressionless, as if everyone in the photo owed him money.

Vodka, as usual, wore sunglasses, hands in his pockets, the sunglasses reflecting a light so intense it was almost blinding.

Chianti, on the other hand, was arm in arm with Calvados and Cohen, looking very happy.

Calvados's lips drooped, and he looked at Gin with a resentful gaze.

Cohen... was still somewhat hesitant.

It's worth mentioning that Xiaolan took the photos...

At this moment... the game begins.

Cheers erupted in the football stadium.

Meanwhile, TV director Kaneko received a threatening phone call.

"I'll only say it once..." the synthesized voice on the other end of the phone said, "In the middle right now, on the left, there's a little boy dressed in black, wearing strange clothes and glasses, isn't there?"

"..." Director Jinzi had a bad feeling and instructed the cameraman to turn towards the location the other party had indicated.

A bespectacled elementary school student who is also a death god appears on the screen.

"Just as he said..." Jinzi swallowed hard. "What do you want to do?"

"Hehe... You'd better remember what happens next, don't forget it..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Jinzi instantly sensed that the situation was turning sour...

A soccer ball was thrown down from above by a strangely dressed little boy, heading straight for the elementary school student.

At that moment... a tall man in a purplish-black shirt stood up from his seat and caught the ball.

He dodged the bullet by slightly shifting his body to the side.

"Huh? Shen Gege?" Conan, who was watching the game, was taken aback. He saw Shen's eyes were downcast... staring at the field, where the Tokyo team was being completely crushed.

"You...can you play football?" Fuhesh'er's voice was somewhat cold, like a demon.

Seeing Fushiguro Jinji's expression, Conan instinctively became serious as well. "What's wrong? What happened?"

He knew... when Shen Er showed that expression...

That means something is about to happen.

Conan scanned the area with his eyes, then his pupils contracted slightly.

Sure enough, he found a bullet that had already flattened.

Masaka, is someone trying to harm Shregor?!

"I can play soccer..." Conan also became serious, squatted down, and touched his high-tech soccer shoes. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Now... get off the field, no matter what, create chaos so the game can't continue," Fuheshtar whispered into Conan's ear.

Although Conan was puzzled, he still believed that there must be a reason why Shirgen had done this.

Perhaps they discovered something... in order to protect someone.

He nodded, grabbed the soccer ball, and jumped directly onto the soccer field.

The lenses were reflecting light... I kicked the soccer ball a few times...

"I didn't want to do this..." Conan looked around the packed stadium. If they were to start playing soccer directly, it would endanger public order...

But... thinking about the bullets from just now...

And those who couldn't be saved from the fire.

As the soccer ball flew overhead, Conan's face instantly turned frenzied. He crouched down and turned on the switch.

"But I'm doing this for absolute justice!!!"

Having said that, just as the football was falling, he kicked it squarely in the air.

The football was deformed by the immense force, and with a whooshing sound, it shot straight into the goal.

The force was so great that even the door frame shook.

Everyone present stared in disbelief at the elementary school students in the room.

"Is this guy seven years old?"