Ai Haibara: Who Will Save the Poor Little Cook?

Fukuura had been after money, but after discovering that she was not rich, he chose to give her the cold shoulder.

He kept eating and drinking off her while freeloading and fooling around with her body.

After all, Tendo Haruka was fairly pretty.

Shirafuji Taimi was even more entertaining. Not only did she pretend not to understand despite knowing perfectly well, but she also mocked her from time to time.

That behavior could not merely be called twisted fun.

Calling it malicious would not be an exaggeration either.

Fukuura looked like a blond-haired punk, while Shirafuji had a sharp, mean-looking face.

Thinking that, Fujino felt for the first time just how accurate the saying about one's appearance reflecting one's heart could be.

After finishing the barbecue,

the kids and Professor Agasa got along well with the four people from the camper van.

When the camper van group heard that everyone planned to camp overnight and saw that Fujino was the only young man who looked capable of manual labor, they proactively helped set up the tents and took care of some miscellaneous chores.

"Miss Tendo, do you need any help?"

Fujino walked over to Tendo Haruka, who was staking down a tent, crouched beside her, and asked.

"No, it's fine."

Tendo Haruka gave a light laugh. "I can handle it myself."

"That's rather unexpected..."

Fujino glanced at her in puzzlement. "I thought children from wealthy families generally wouldn't do this kind of rough work."

"I just go camping with everyone pretty often."

Tendo Haruka smiled awkwardly. "After a while, I naturally picked up a few things."

"I see..."

Fujino looked into her eyes. "By the way, what kind of business does your family run, Miss Tendo? I don't think I've heard the surname Tendo before."

"It's just a small