"Choosing Japan's number one high school detective? What a boring thing."
Watching Heiji Hattori and Kazuha Toyama suddenly show up asking to stay over, Mori Kogoro rolled his eyes without giving them the slightest face. "Even if you really reach a result and one of you wins, no one will acknowledge a number one with that many qualifiers attached to it."
Besides, for the sake of a better-sounding title and smoother program flow, this so-called "high school detective" selection had only chosen one qualified high school detective from each region, aside from the unresolved eastern representative. Both the selection and invitations had been handled by the TV station's production crew. That made it even more of a joke.
"You brats should start thinking things through too. If you really plan to become detectives after graduation, what use is caring about some title?" Mori Kogoro scoffed mercilessly. "If you ask me, the one who truly deserves to be called number one is Akechi Goro. He understands things better than you do. Fame is meaningless if it can't be converted into actual commercial value and social status. That kid's fees are higher than mine now."
Heiji Hattori, who had been fired up over the whole eastern, southern, western, and northern regional representative business, narrowed his eyes.
He did not want to hear anyone praising Akechi Goro.
How could a guy with a suspicious identity, no bottom line in his actions, and a reputation for chasing fame while acting pretentious possibly be compared to him? The more he thought about it, the more it felt like something was wrong with society!
"That sounds way too money-minded." Heiji Hattori made a fanning gesture and immediately shot back, "Only an old man your age could say something like that."
A vein bulged on Mori Kogoro's