Suzuki Sonoko's face went pale when Jiang Xia mentioned those "rehearsals."
If she remembered correctly, for this stage play, she had specifically invited quite a few people with theater experience and found a suitable stage for rehearsals. And all her efforts had indeed paid off in the end—yielding countless experiences with murder cases and corpses.
As for their acting skills?
...They had made great strides in fear and screaming, but in every other regard, they might as well have made no progress at all.
Painful memories flashed through her mind. Suzuki Sonoko clutched her head and slumped onto the table. "Is our class's stage play cursed?"
Jiang Xia took a sip of coffee, his gaze falling on Conan beside him. "..." If they insisted on putting it that way, it wasn't impossible.
Conan was completely unaware of his classmate's stare. He popped a biscuit into his mouth and chewed as he said, "The world is scientific. There's no such vague, intangible thing as a curse. Instead of that, you should reflect on your standards for making friends—next time, just find people with simple minds, people who neither hold grudges against others nor are resented by them."
Before he had even finished speaking, there was a thump on his head.
After punching him, Suzuki Sonoko happily withdrew her hand. Then she confiscated Conan's biscuits and dragged them in front of Jiang Xia. "Little brat, who do you think you are telling what to do?"
Conan: "...#"
The angry elementary school student wanted to argue, but when he saw Mouri Ran sitting beside him, he didn't dare make a sound.
And compared to what had already happened, there was something else Conan cared about more right now.
He took a sip of juice and asked casually, "So what exactly has your stage