Tangze's New Script

"Um, excuse me, miss, are you a tourist here for the fireworks festival?"

"Ah? Uh, is there something you need?"

"No, no, you just looked a little familiar. We might be heading the same way, so I wanted to ask if you needed a ride..."

Tang Ze, who had been looking down at the ice cream selection, sighed inwardly. As Conan tugged harder and harder at his pant leg, he straightened up and looked at the man who had spoken. "Sorry, we're going to look around a while longer before we leave. Thank you for the offer."

The man sized up Tang Ze's face and the two girls standing close to him, chuckled awkwardly, and left on his own.

Ran Mouri let out a breath of relief and quickly moved behind Sonoko Suzuki, hiding deeper within the stall to avoid any further attempts at being hit on.

Sonoko Suzuki gloomily watched the two men's retreating backs, then looked at Tang Ze, who had lowered his head again to choose a flavor. Silently, she raised the camera in her hand and snapped two pictures of a couple sitting nearby eating shaved ice.

"Sure enough, my strategy was completely pointless." As she took pictures, she complained resentfully, "Once I'm standing in a crowd, nobody notices me at all. How annoying."

"Huh? Because Tang Ze is here?" Ran Mouri, utterly unaware, studied Tang Ze's profile. "When you have such a well-qualified guy traveling with you, it makes sense that no one would dare come talk to you."

Yeah, without Tang Ze around, the people coming to talk to Ran would probably be endless...

Sonoko Suzuki indignantly accepted the shaved ice Tang Ze handed her, bit down on her spoon, and said nothing.

"Why not try a different look, like last time? That red-haired