Nearby, Suzuki Sonoko failed to notice a certain Fake Elementary School Student slandering her.
—Mouri Ran had recently won a free voucher for a Chinese restaurant, and they were happily on their way there.
Jiang Xia raised a hand and hailed a taxi. The group got in, and as soon as they settled down, Mouri Ran pulled a thick history book from her bag.
Suzuki Sonoko, who had been about to chat with her: "..."
Covering her eyes, she painfully tore her gaze away from knowledge. "Stop reading, stop reading. Even if you study it, it might not be on the test. And even if it is, you might not remember it. You might as well rub some of Jiang Xia's test luck and gamble on getting questions you happen to know—Jiang Xia never attends class, yet he scores so well every time. What does that mean? It means grades have nothing to do with whether you work hard!"
Conan silently rolled his eyes. What kind of twisted logic is that? Jiang Xia does well because he's lucky. It's one thing for you to be lazy yourself, but you're actually trying to drag Ran aboard your pirate ship too.
Mouri Ran clearly knew that as well. She sighed. "I'm not doing anything else anyway. I'll keep reading—what if I happen to see something that'll be on tomorrow's test?"
Suzuki Sonoko glanced down at the book in her hands and rubbed her eyes again. "But don't you get carsick reading in a car?"
Mouri Ran laughed. At the mention of that, she immediately grew confident. "Don't worry, my Semicircular Canals are as sturdy as my muscles! I definitely won't get carsick."
The taxi driver glanced back through the Rearview Mirror, vaguely feeling that his driving skills had been insulted. He silently