"Fujino, you still kept that old school uniform of yours, right?"
"Kept it."
"Then bring that set tomorrow. The new kid hasn't had time to get his uniform ordered yet, so he'll just have to make do with that old one for now..."
"So, wait. Was my set not also acquired that way?"
"Ahem, that one was fished out from the upperclassmen by yours truly, a brand-new secondhand school uniform!"
Fujino: "..."
Brand-new and secondhand, how exactly did those two words end up together?
Used by a female owner for a single hand, right?
Fujino muttered speechlessly in his heart, recalling a classic scam on a certain yellow secondhand-goods app.
At this moment, Hondo Eisuke stood up from his seat and walked over in this direction.
He walked up to him with an excited look on his face and said:
"Excuse me, you must be Detective Fujino, right?"
"Hmm?"
Fujino cast a slight sideways glance.
"I am Ho... ah!"
Hondo Eisuke wanted to bow and say hello, but crack, his head banged right against the corner of the desk. The pain made him let out a miserable shriek before he even finished his sentence.
Fujino: "..."
Such a grand display of respect, bowing and knocking one's head on the very first meeting, huh?
This kid is really polite.
"Well, you guys chat. I'll be going first."
Hiratsuka Shizuka silently took two steps back, afraid that she might subconsciously punch this kid again, and then slipped away from the scene in a flash.
"Generation after generation..."
"It hurts so much!"
Hondo Eisuke clutched his head in pain, then snapped back to his senses, letting out an awkward, sheepish laugh. "I'm really sorry, my luck is always just terrible."
Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, frowned, and said, "Let me ask you, is