After filling up the motorcycle, Jiang Xia held a brief "pre-battle meeting" with Conan—one that looked necessary but was actually completely useless—to buy time for Uzo, who was rushing toward the "car accident" site.
Once he felt the timing was about right, he tossed Conan a spare helmet. The two climbed onto the motorcycle and headed for the venue where the mixer was being held.
The mixer was not actually scheduled to start this early.
But in Conan's opinion, it would be best if this so-called mixer simply did not happen at all. He silently prayed that he could find an excuse to stop Mouri Ran outside.
By this time, the morning rush hour had already passed. There were not many people on the road.
"Cough, it's not like I want to stop her from making friends normally..." Conan mentally reviewed the plan. Once he felt it was about right, he finally remembered to save face, cleared his throat, and tried to justify himself.
Jiang Xia had always ridden motorcycles fast.
Conan tightened his helmet and chatted guiltily over the wind rushing at them. "Going to a mixer doesn't necessarily mean she wants to find a boyfriend. Making some new friends is actually nice. The problem is that the guy at the mixer who has his eye on her is way too unreliable. If he were even a little more normal..."
Halfway through his sentence, a figure suddenly flashed into view ahead. It was a man with naturally curly hair, dressed entirely in black. He seemed to be in a hurry, stepping out quickly from behind a car parked by the roadside. His path happened to intersect with Jiang Xia's motorcycle.
Focused on listening to Conan, Jiang Xia reacted half a beat too slowly. Besides, this kind of classic