Jiang Xia watched the Lab Coat figure wrapped in Apple-Scented Killing Intent stride away, sending a Ghost after her as he sighed.
—Vermouth's attitude today didn't seem very friendly. If they had run into each other outside, she would have come over to chat, and might even have bought him a drink or two.
But thinking of yesterday's explosion and Mouri Ran at school today, Jiang Xia felt like he understood something.
Vermouth disappeared around the corner. Jiang Xia withdrew his gaze and looked toward the principal at the school gate.
Facing the cameras, the principal did not mention the Great Detective's usual attendance rate at all. Instead, he warmly showered the Detective with praise, especially Jiang Xia's academic grades, hinting that his school valued teaching methods and produced outstanding talents in abundance.
In the distance.
Vodka stared at today's live broadcast and viciously bit into his breakfast bread. "..." What kind of lousy principal was that? He would not say a single word of truth. Was it really so hard to say that this Detective never attended class and was nothing like the good student he looked like?!
And that photographer—why did he keep filming that old man? Go film Miss Yoko!... Just remember to crop Uzo out from beside her.
Even as his stomach ached at the thought that Uzo might appear on camera at any moment, he could not help wanting to watch Kinoshita Yoko's program—Miss Yoko did not often take on live broadcast work. These vivid moments where she interacted with viewers were precious; every glance was one less to have.
After agonizing over it for a long time, Vodka ultimately did not give up on the show: he would just treat it as monitoring Uzo's movements.
Beside him, Gin unusually did not sneer at his