Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

This thought passed through Xinfan's heart for a moment, but he soon realized that it was impossible.

If his identity as Zhu Fu Jingguang was exposed, how could Jiang Gu Ling be so peaceful? Definitely beat him immediately!

Thinking about it, Xinfan shuddered suddenly.

Don’t you really want to hit someone? Can he apply for not having a face?

"Mr. Asano, your face is not right." Enomoto Azusa said worriedly, "This is today's newspaper. Look at it, you may feel better."

Xinfan took the newspaper and saw a photo of herself and Chrissy Wynyard on the headline of the second page.

That photo was taken when he was hitting up with Kris on the beach. The setting sun softened the curves of their faces. The composition of the whole photo is also very harmonious. It is the kind of photo that makes people feel soothed at first glance.

"It seems that Mr. Asano is going to be on fire." Amuro Tou couldn't tell what his expression was. He seemed a little gloating, and a little sour.

Subaru Okino was going to be more serious, and he sighed disappointedly: "It turned out to be only the second edition. I thought Mr. Asano could make the headlines."

Hey hey hey, so what are all of you thinking about? ?

While complaining, Xinfan's extremely honest body opened the first page of the newspaper again, and it was a handsome photo of Kaito Kidd!

"What gem did he steal again?"

"I don't know, but Kidd is really handsome~" Enomoto Azusa continued to stare.

Shinshige glanced with curiosity, but he didn't know what the thief Kidd had stolen, but he saw the familiar name-Suzuki Jiroki in a corner in the middle of the newspaper.

There are quite a few Japanese surnamed Suzuki, but in the world of Koxue, Suzuki represents the Suzuki consortium.

This Suzuki Jiroki is not ordinary. As Sonoko Suzuki's uncle and consultant of the Suzuki Foundation, this gentleman loves adventure and has been traveling the world. He thinks that the biggest flaw in his life is his failure to catch Kaito Kidd, but in fact he just complains that Kaito Kidd always steals his headlines.

Well, it's very similar to the situation of a rock singer next to him.

"Well, it looked like that post car stopped at the entrance of the music classroom for a long time." Enomoto Zi looked out the door and said worriedly, "Could it be another bunch of fan letters today? I'll go out and check it out."

After all, she took out a big woven bag from the drawer, and it was obvious that she could no longer hold the letters she received every day without using a suitable container.

Not a few steps out, Enomoto Azusa suddenly turned around and shouted to the opposite side: "Mr. Amuro, the canopy at the door seems to be broken!"

"Then I will fix it with Mr. Okiya." After that, Amuro looked at Okiya Subaru, "Can you?"

"No problem at all."

Xinfan sat by the window holding his coffee, watching everyone in and out of the music classroom, busy, the toast on the table still exuding a charming aroma.

He thought, maybe this is life.

Although normal, it made him happy.

After a while, Enomoto Azusa walked in with a woven bag of letters. Xinfan quickly got up and helped her put the letter on the table.

Rao was a little dumbfounded when he saw the letter from this table: "Why are there so many?"

"It shows that yesterday's program has a great effect on the publicity of the music classroom." Enomoto Azusa said happily, "I think most of them are letters from fans, but there are also invitations for business cooperation, such as this one, this one, and another There is this one!"

"That's right!" Enomoto Zi pulled out a beautiful letterhead from a pile of letters and handed it to Xinfan. "Look, this letter is signed by Sindola, it should be the American IT super giant Sindola, right? ?"

Sindora?

The name is very familiar, and it almost evoked some memories of Xinfan.

It belonged to a vague memory. In the memory, there was a ten-year-old boy named Sawada Hiroki. He was burdened with pressures that many adults could hardly bear at a young age. But fortunately, in the end he met his first friend and played the first game of his life, but he also ushered in his ending.

Xinfan didn't know why the memory that should have been vague became so clear at this time. Perhaps this has explained something in the dark.

He opened the letter, and the paper in the envelope was of good quality, exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

But as soon as he saw the first line of words, Xinfan's eyes widened in astonishment.

Because it says in black and white on the letterhead:

[Dear Mr. Zhu Fu Jingguang: I am honored to invite you...]

Seeing this familiar and unfamiliar name, it took Xinfan two seconds to realize what it meant.

He flicked out the envelope. The addressee on the envelope clearly read Asano Nobuhira's name.

Is he exposed?

So fast?

Not really, Conan didn't even know the existence of Akai Shuichi, let alone the true identity of Toru Amuro. He was the one who was exposed first without reason.

However, looking further down, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

The signature of the inviter is only written with a short English word: WINE

This is expressly stated. The other party told him plainly that they were related to the organization.

A few days ago, Xin Fancai and Bourbon pitted a handful of gin and rum. Unexpectedly, the retribution would come so quickly, and his identity was exposed to the organization's vision in an instant.

What if the identity of the undercover agent is exposed?

Ever since Zhu Fu Jingguang sneaked into the organization, he has often asked himself this question.

It's a pity that so many plans have been made. When this day really came, he found that he was still in a mess.

There are too many things that can't be given up, too many people and things that I care about.

It turned out that, unconsciously, Zero, Xiaowei, and even Conan, Moori Kogoro, Molilan and everyone in the music classroom, these people have become a highlight in his life.

The solitude he had hoped for still failed to come true after all.

Never let people around you be implicated for your own sake.

No matter four years ago or now, Xin Fan's attitude has not changed.

He put the letter paper back into the envelope ~www.readwn.com~ and put it next to his body in his pocket.

Enomoto Azusa was a little surprised when he saw this: "Why did Sindora contact you?"

"It's just an advertising letter. They are in IT. How can they cooperate with us?"

Maybe it was because Xinfan was too calm, Enomoto Azusa didn't realize the abnormality, she uttered an oh and started to sort out various letters for him.

Xin Fan took out his mobile phone and operated something. Enomoto Azusa looked up at the time she was sorting out. She thought her boss should be chatting with friends.

Five minutes later, Xinfan put away the phone, his expression a little relaxed.

"I'm going out for a while, and I'll beg you for the music classroom today." Xinfan said to Enomoto Azusa.

Enomoto Azusa does not doubt that he has him: "Okay, you can go to work."

Xinfan got up and walked towards the door.

It happened that Amurotou, who had just repaired the canopy, ran into him head-on with a tool.