Unexpected, Isn't It? Surprised, Aren't You?

A burst of cuteness brightened the somewhat somber atmosphere once again.

Seeing Ai get away with it so Ai, Fujino couldn't help but chuckle.

It's actually quite cute to act like a little girl sometimes.

It has a kind of cute contrast.

How was my acting?

After getting away with her cuteness, Ai Haibara's expression returned to normal, and she glanced at Conan beside her. "Isn't this exactly the same as you usually are?"

Conan: "..."

This guy's acting skills are still terrifying!

Where did you learn your acting skills?

His cunning is exactly the same as Fujino's!

"Ran, Fujino- Senior!"

A familiar sound came from behind.

Fujino turned around and saw Sonoko, wearing a bright red backless evening gown with a V-shaped Sonoko at the chest and a familiar badge pinned to her chest, walking slowly towards him.

"Sonoko -neechan, is that the badge for participating in the demo event?"

The little ones focused their attention on Sonoko's chest and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Really!"

Ran looked over and asked in confusion, "Sonoko, were you chosen too?"

Fujino: "..."

Yes, kids definitely notice things differently.

Was he the only one who noticed the key point?

I must say, the Sonoko is quite interesting.

"No, this wasn't selected at all."

Sonoko felt awkward and embarrassed as everyone stared at her chest. She explained, "My family sponsored this game, so they gave me one."

"Hmm, I see. So you wanted to use the selection as an excuse to build connections?"

Fujino rubbed his chin. As a former playboy, he could see through the organizer's purpose at a glance, based on his original memories.

These game badges are either too expensive and no one will buy them, or too cheap and they lose value. Rather than selling them, giving them to certain people's children under the guise of being "selected" becomes the preferred option.

On the one hand, it can reflect the value of the game.

On the one hand, it can also win over the hearts of the powerful and wealthy.

This is what is meant by "having a market but no price," a symbol of power.

That's about it.

Sonoko clicked her tongue. "Although they are selected, they are actually all given internally. The other medals are obtained in a similar way."

"In the end, tonight's banquet is nothing more than a feast for the powerful and wealthy."

Fujino glanced at the 'elite' not far away and scoffed, "Those experience qualifications were originally prepared for the children of the powerful and wealthy. They were pre-selected and then used the name of selection to satisfy the vanity of those powerful and wealthy, while manipulating the children of ordinary people who weren't selected. How hypocritical..."

Fujino scoffed at such idiotic behavior. He didn't care about badges at all; it's hard to say about others, but he had a whole bunch of them.

"Sigh, so this is how they get 'chosen'..."

"I'm so envious, I want one too!"

"Actually, you don't need to be so envious. Speaking of which..."

Fujino glanced at the children's helpless expressions and chuckled softly.

He was just about to pull the badge out of his pocket when the little ones jumped in fright.

A voice interrupted the action.

"I advise you to give up on this idea sooner rather than later."

Four boys in suits walked over. The one in the lead, with spiky hair, was carrying a soccer ball. He looked at the group of kids with an arrogant air. "People like you, whose status is completely different from ours, will never have such an opportunity in your entire lives."

"Speaking of which, were you really invited?"

The boy with the ponytail pointed at the small group and asked suspiciously, "You guys didn't sneak in here, did you?"

"You guys are really rude!"

Sonoko put her hands on her hips, glanced at the Sonoko with displeasure, and said indignantly, "They are all guests I invited!"

"Oh, so she's the daughter of the Suzuki Zaibatsu!"

The flamboyantly dressed, fair-skinned boy with a middle parting bowed slightly to Sonoko and said respectfully, "I didn't notice you just now, my apologies."

"Snort."

Sonoko crossed her arms and snorted; she had nothing to say to this brat.

She had seen plenty of spoiled brats like this, and besides, she represented Suzuki after all.

To maintain the company's image, I cannot lose my temper.

Listen carefully!

The leader, with his spiky hair, remained arrogant. "A person's future path is determined by their status and position at birth."

"That's right, that's right!"

The chubby boy next to him chimed in, "Pretty clothes will also choose who wears them!"

"Those who aren't chosen will just live their lives the same way."

The boy with the ponytail looked at the group and said disdainfully, "You can stand outside obediently, drooling with envy, and secretly gloat while licking your fingers!"

"These guys are really infuriating..."

The little ones stared at the arrogant group with dead fish eyes.

"Moroboshi, Takizawa, Enomori, and Kikukawa..."

Fujino silently observed the group of unruly children, and began to recall their identities.

He remembered that the one with the spiky hair at the head of the group should be Hideki Morohoshi, the grandson of the deputy chief of police of the Metropolitan Police Department, while the one with the ponytail was Shinya Takizawa, the son of the Tokyo councilor.

The remaining two are, one is Akira Emori of a banker, and the other is Seiichiro Kikukawa, the son of a Kikukawa family performer.

The fact that he could recognize several people was due not only to his memories from his previous life, but also to the memories of Fujino from this world.

After all, he had met these brats before he fell from grace, and even a long time ago, when the original owner was taken to a banquet by his parents, he had given them a good scolding.

Ran was also somewhat dissatisfied with these guys, and called out to Mori Kogoro behind her, "Dad, stop drinking, come over and teach them a lesson!"

"Ahem!"

Mori Kogoro coughed lightly, adopting an adult demeanor. "Listen up, boys, life isn't that simple. A life that seems to go smoothly might encounter unexpected twists and turns. You'll understand these things when you grow up."

"Oh, like when your wife runs away or something?"

Hideki Morohoshi said with a look of disdain, "I know you, old man, the Sleeping Kogoro. I guess that's because your wife ran away from home while you were sleeping, that's why you got that nickname, right?"

"You little brats!"

Mori Kogoro was instantly enraged, his fists clenched tightly.

"Mouri-niisan, just bear with it."

Fujino patted Mori Kogoro on the shoulder, suppressing the man's rage.

If Uncle Mori were to make a move, he would probably be targeted and killed...

No matter what, the other party is someone from the upper class.

"You little devils, still the same as ever..."

Fujino took a deep breath and looked at the group of smug-looking kids with great interest. "A bunch of brats, one dressed like neither a boy nor a girl, one as fat as a ball, and the other two with arrogant and domineering attitudes."

"Fuji... Fujino?!"

The group of mischievous children looked up and were immediately surprised.

"Ah, it's me."

Fujino crouched down, his dark eyes fixed on the group, and chuckled, "How about it? Surprised? Excited?"

"But you guys really don't learn your lesson."

Fujino lightly touched his chin with his finger, looking at him meaningfully, and said, "Haven't seen you for a while, is someone itching for a beating again?"

"Hmm..."

The mischievous kids immediately lost their temper.

Seiichiro Kikukawa crossed his arms and trembled all over.

Shinya Takizawa took two steps back, his face pale.

Akira Emori, the chubby boy among them, rubbed his buttocks, feeling a pang of pain.

"Let's go!"

Hideki Morohoshi frowned, his expression strange, and slammed the soccer ball hard onto the ground before kicking it away and quickly fleeing the scene.