Before the School Festival, All You Happy Couples Should Explode!

"Hateful!"

Mori Kogoro angrily slammed down his fishing rod. "You can't even catch a boot! This is outrageous!"

Fujino quietly reminded him from the side, "That fishing rod seems to be damaged and requires a compensation of 30,000 yen."

"Ah?"

Mori Kogoro was stunned. "Fujino- kun, you mean 30,000 yen?"

"Um."

Fujino nodded. "I saw it when I was looking at the price list before."

Mori Kogoro glanced down at the fishing rod he had snapped in his anger, "..."

In the end, Uncle Mori still had to pay the other party 30,000 yen.

Not only the Air Force, but also an additional 30,000.

I fished for nothing!

On the drive back to Tokyo, he was still complaining that it must be the fishing rod's fault and that he would bring his own fishing rod next time.

Afternoon.

After getting off the bus, Fujino didn't rush home.

He took the little turtle to several pet stores, found a sickly bamboo rat, and went to a nearby pharmacy to buy a scalpel and some medical equipment to replenish his medicine stock before returning home.

"I'm back."

Fujino pushed open the door to the bedroom on the third floor.

"You're back."

Ai Haibara was watching TV and slacking off when she heard Fujino's voice. She greeted him and came over.

"Ai, are you home alone? By the Ai, where's Sister Akemi?"

Fujino glanced around. "When I came up from downstairs just now, I don't think I saw any shops open."

"She went to buy supplies."

Ai Haibara explained, then looked at the tiny turtle that Fujino was holding, which was no bigger than the palm of her hand, and asked in confusion, "Where did such a small turtle come from?"

"I happened to catch it while fishing in Shizuoka today..."

Fujino thought for a moment, but ultimately decided not to tell anyone about his embarrassing experiences of catching boots, tires, yen, and other odds. Instead, he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, Ai, do you want to keep her?"

"Pet..."

Ai Haibara thought for a moment and nodded. "A little turtle is quite cute too."

Meanwhile, in a bar in Tokyo.

Gin, dressed in all black, asked Vodka in a low voice, "Have you found out anything about those people who attacked our organization's base, planted bombs in our vehicles, and threatened us?"

"The other party did it very discreetly, but I still managed to find out some things."

Vodka sat to the side, his hands resting on the bar. "It's an organization that uses animal names as codenames. They're the ones who launched this attack on us... As for all the actions, it was probably done by someone named [SNAKE]."

"A snake?"

Gin paused for a moment as he picked up his glass.

He recalled the woman wearing a fox mask who kept teasing him.

Damn it!

Disturbed by the painful images, Gin recalled that Vermouth seemed to have mentioned this organization last time.

It seems that woman must have some clues.

However, she has disappeared without a trace since he came to Japan, so it's not appropriate for him to take the initiative to look for her now.

Even if Gin starves to death, jumps off this building, or gets blown up, he would never go to that woman!

Gin, his resolve unwavering, turned to Vodka beside him and asked, "Have you found those guys' hideout yet?"

"Not yet."

Vodka shook his head regretfully, "The other side is also quite powerful. We can't be sure where they'll be hiding yet, but we can still find their outer members."

"Then go and interrogate their peripheral members."

Gin's face was grim. "Once we find them, we'll collect all the debts they owe... kill them one by one."

He stole that woman, killed the person he wanted to kill, even dared to bomb him, and might even cooperate with that man.

Do they really think Gin is an easy target?

That evening, in the bathroom of Fujino's bedroom on the fourth floor.

Fujino placed a gauze pad on the folded table and changed into a white lab coat.

Then he took out Poké Ball and casually released the bamboo rat he had bought during the day onto the gauze.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

The bamboo rat let out mournful cries.

It struggled to crawl forward, dragging its hind legs, with both legs dangling behind it.

Fujino pulled out Tranquilizer Darts and stabbed it in the rear.

As the anesthesia took effect, the bamboo rat became still.

Of course, he wasn't the one who beat her up.

When I bought it, the pet store manager said that this bamboo rat was imported from Vietnam and had developed severe enteritis because it couldn't adapt to the environment.

Even with medication, there's no cure; the only option is intestinal necrosis resection. But going to the vet for a bamboo rat is really unnecessary.

So it could only be left in the shop to die, and therefore, it was sold to Fujino for a very low price, only 1,000 yen.

This is a perfect match for my major!

Fujino had just acquired the knowledge to perform surgery, and coincidentally, there was an intestinal resection procedure available.

The tranquilizer dart is very effective; once the person falls asleep, they won't wake up for a while, and the nerves are paralyzed, which can reduce the amount of bleeding.

This is a good opportunity to practice.

Fujino took out his first-aid kit, took out saline solution, soaked the gauze, took out a scalpel and tweezers, and cut open the bamboo rat's belly.

With the help of his Eagle Eye Vision, he quickly located the necrotic intestine.

He took out the hemostat, clamped the two sections of the intestine to be cut off, placed a small piece of gauze under the intestine, and with a swift cut, the intestine was cut off, and some viscous fluid flowed onto the small gauze.

He then aligned the two sections of intestine, brought them together, and then took out a fine needle and thread to sew them up.

Mission accomplished.

Fujino put away all the items, took out Poké Ball, and put it into the Pokémon.

It is difficult for one person to perform this kind of surgery.

Not to mention bamboo rats.

To be honest, he wasn't very confident either.

Whether they survive or not depends on fate.

The next day was Monday, a regular school day.

The timeline has returned to normal after a long time.

Fujino washed up early in the morning, went out, and drove Ai Haibara to school.

"Awoo..."

Ai Haibara yawned sweetly, revealing dark circles under her eyes, making her look like a little panda.

She was conducting drug research on aptx4869 all night, not going to sleep until three or four in the morning, and now she's up early again to go to school...

Didn't you sleep well last night?

Fujino naturally noticed this as well.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye while driving and asked her a question.

"Ah..."

Ai Haibara slightly, her expression changing almost imperceptibly. "Yeah, I didn't sleep well last night, I'm a little sleepy."

"Do you need me to buy you some sleep aids?"

Fujino thought of the Sleepytime Tea. "I have a drink that helps you fall asleep quickly and works very well."

"No..."

Ai Haibara thought about it and still refused.

Research on the antidote for aptx4869 is nearing completion. With a little more effort, a temporary antidote will be developed...

In that case...

After sending Ai Haibara to Teitan Elementary School, Fujino went to Teitan High School alone, wearing his school uniform.

"Hey! Senior, is it true that a plane made an emergency landing?"

"Amazing!"

"It's been reported on the news, how could it be fake? I heard the local police even wrote Letter of Appreciation..."

Fujino had just arrived in the classroom and sat down.

The surrounding classmates gathered around, bombarding Fujino with questions about the passenger plane that landed a few days ago.

Fujino was somewhat speechless.

He doesn't like being watched by people.

There's always a feeling of being overwhelmed.

"Ahem! All of you, get back to your seats right now!"

Without Fujino looking up, he knew exactly who it was.

She is Hiratsuka Shizuka, a Japanese literature teacher nearing Great Ridge Saintess yet!

Suddenly, everyone felt a chill and, without thinking, quickly returned to their seats.

'This kid is getting more and more outrageous...'

She sighed softly, raised her head, and looked around at everyone. "Our school will be holding its school festival next month. Today's class meeting time will be used to choose our class's theme activity. Think it over and say it yourselves. We'll vote before get out of class ends."

"Maid Cafe!"

One of the anime fans in the class stood up abruptly.

He frankly offered his advice, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

"A maid cafe?"

Fujino thought about it and thought the suggestion was good.

It's not that I like maids.

I simply enjoy drinking coffee.

Yes, that's it.

Maid cafe! Maid cafe!

Fujino thought to himself, "That's all."

School festivals are a type of open day event held at schools in Japan, though they are not very common in reality and sometimes even seem a bit deserted.

However, it is frequently seen in Japanese manga and novels, where it often appears in a very lively manner.

At this time, each class or club will hold a booth, an event, a shop, or a performance.

Maid cafes are naturally included, so I'll include one.

"If you ask me, I think we'd be better off performing in plays."

Sonoko suddenly stood up and suggested, "Only romantic love is suitable for this kind of youth!"

She paused, then added casually, "If it were a stage play, Ran would definitely be the lead! I'm thinking she'd wear a long white dress and play Princess!"

Yes, the Sonoko's seductive effect is outstanding.

The voting results came out quickly, and this time Class 2-B would be performing a play.

Ran is also a rare beauty at Teitan High School, and is quite popular.

Although no one dared to make a move because of the reputation of the Great Detective who had disappeared for some time.

But in reality, its popularity is still top-notch.

Almost all the girls supported it.

As for the boys... well, there are quite a few traitors among them.

The candid anime fan burst into tears. "May all the normal people go explode!"

Fujino abstained from voting on the spot.

Forget it, I'll just see if other classes have maid cafes later.

He has no interest in performing or anything like that.

All I can say is that he's past that age.

Some things, I've come to terms with, and I no longer have the same enthusiasm I had when I was young.

Rather than being a contributor, he prefers to be a member of his own society who spends money to achieve results.

Of course, it would be even better if you could get it for free.