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After soaking in Iced Black Tea's killing intent for a while, Jiang Xia suddenly remembered something. He called Mouri Ran over, pointed at the pilot's seat, and asked softly, "Do you want to fly?"
Mouri Ran jumped in fright and guessed at the reason for his nonsense. "...Are you hurt? Can't you hold the control stick?"
"No. I just think opportunities to personally take control of your own fate like this might only come a few times in a lifetime. It's a rare experience. And you're strong too—you could keep the plane very steady."
Mouri Ran understood—Jiang Xia was probably having a lot of fun flying the plane and thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so he wanted to share it with her.
She was touched, but also terrified. "No, no, no! I don't want to fly at all! I trust you, so you do it!"
As she spoke, she pressed down hard on Jiang Xia's shoulder, firmly pinning him to the seat, afraid he might get up to give her his place.
Jiang Xia had originally wanted to make a token show of insisting, but when he moved, he realized that without cheating, he could not stand up at all.
Feeling the tremendous force on his shoulder, he fell silent for a moment. "I was only making a suggestion. I wasn't definitely making you fly. Don't be nervous."
Mouri Ran breathed a sigh of relief and finally let him go, smiling sweetly. "You scared me to death."
Once her hand moved away, Jiang Xia quietly flexed his arm. "..." It hurt so much.
A miscalculation. He should have made Irish sit here earlier—hand-squeezed thick smoke sounded rather distinctive.
A few meters away, at the cockpit door.
Kaito Kuroba secretly observed the situation in the cabin and nodded