Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The recent weather is really good, not only suitable for spring outings, but also suitable for flying kites.

Lancer was holding the kite listlessly and standing in the venue where the kite competition was held, having no idea what he was doing.

Yes, there are many children here, but that doesn't mean that a mature adult like him has to come here to compete with others in flying kites because he has shrunk into the same figure as Conan due to system punishment, right?

Lancer looked at Gin who had disguised himself, and said angrily with drooped eyelids: "Has the organization finally closed down? Do we have to participate in this kind of kite competition to win prizes and make a living?"

Gin, who was sitting on the grass, was assembling the kite skeleton and said to Lancer: "Isn't this a good experience? In this kite competition, a children's team must be registered to participate. I think this is a good match for It must be a very novel experience for people who come here from another world.”

After Lancer paused, he lowered the big eagle kite to the ground and squatted down in front of Gin.

"Are you trying to compensate me? Although our childhood experiences were equally miserable. You were trying to survive and I was trying to survive, but I don't feel any regrets. Some things don't have to be experienced once in life. "

Gin raised her eyes to look at him, her elegant lenses reflecting in the sun, her narrow eyes slightly half-closed, with an inexplicable warmth inside them.

"It's not all for you, it's mainly for the mission of this organization."

Lancer: "...Okay."

After all, it was wrong.

He was very puzzled. He sat down with his knees crossed and arranged the kite string, and asked Gin: "Who in the organization will assign tasks to you now? I think you should assign tasks to others. I haven't heard of it." Which boss always does it himself?"

"Precisely because too many tasks are assigned to the hands of organization members, it is inevitable that there will be people who mess up. We came out this time to deal with the aftermath."

Sitting on the grass was quite comfortable. Lancer yawned slowly and watched Gin connect the kite string in his hand to the eagle kite. He couldn't help but have a sudden thought.

"With such a short tail, can the eagle maintain balance? Do we need to add two whiskers at the back?"

Lancer made a gesture and said funnyly: "Just like an octopus!"

"It's superfluous." Gin said lightly, making Lancer look like a big fool.

[System: Little fool, you have become shorter now. 】

Lancer gets angry when he talks about this.

He crossed his arms and snorted, "I didn't expect Edogawa Conan's perspective to be so low. I always feel like I'm the chassis of a car. My neck hurts when I look at people!"

Not only that, when the Belmod woman came back, she treated him like a child and even rubbed his head hard.

"Don't you know that touching someone's head will make you grow taller? This is the most taboo thing for men!"

While Lancer was grinding his teeth, he suddenly heard Gin say: "Open your mouth."

"what--"

A stick of dried meat was stuffed inside.

Lancer blinked and bit down a few times with his teeth, but couldn't bite anymore. But when you grind it slowly and eat it, you will feel the taste.

"Yeah! Delicious!"

Gin handed him the kite and said, "The target has appeared. I will replace the things on him. You just stay here."

As it is now, it shouldn't be of much help.

Gin left directly, making Lancer depressed.

"What do you mean you can't help? Don't underestimate me." He smacked his lips a few times and felt that the dried meat was really difficult to grind, so he took out the snack bag packaging from the big satchel that Gin brought. , I want to see what this is.

After taking a closer look, it read: Teething stick.

Gan!

It's outrageous!

After about ten minutes, Gin came back as if nothing had happened.

His hands and feet were always very nimble. Lancer looked up at him, and before he could ask any questions, he heard Gin say: "It's done. You can participate in the kite competition with peace of mind."

Lancer: "...Awesome."

Because of the help of various props in the system warehouse, some tasks that seemed difficult to do in the organization were now completely childish in front of Gin.

Since Lancer was in the punishment period, the system would no longer assign him tasks.

The person who assigned the task became Gin, the sharer.

Because his identity is just a sharer, the system tasks he can receive are relatively simple and seem a little outrageous.

Like now.

[System: The sharer triggers a temporary task—get first place in the kite competition. The mission reward is...]

You have to get first place compared to flying a kite. Is this system sick? Do you really like to pursue perfection in everything?

Lancer couldn't figure it out.

Maybe even Gin was shocked, so he stared at the eagle kite for a long time, and finally said: "How about adding two tails to the back of the kite?"

The two looked at each other, still feeling that this matter was outrageous.

In the end, I used a certain prop card to allow the kite to fly stably at high altitudes with the string at the head. It almost failed because the wind was too strong and the kite string was broken.

However, in the final selection, because their eagle shape was not favored, they were not rated first.

This incident was laughed at by Rai for a long time.

"You two went to a kite competition and came back second. You must be so frustrated."

For two perfectionists, this second place is really unsatisfactory.

But Lancer didn't care about this, because since the beginning of the punishment period, he found that he could see problems from another perspective and pay attention to things that he couldn't usually see.

For example, when Rai puts his hands in his trouser pockets, his fingers will touch something inside and slowly rub it.

After sitting down, Belmode would put his hands on his knees and gently tap his kneecaps with his fingers. Judging from the rhythm, she should be sending Morse code.

Of course, she didn't want to inform anyone, but she may have developed this communication habit, so after the code was translated, it was basically Belmode's inner complaints.

Vodka would put his hands behind his back and count on his fingers, not knowing exactly what he was counting.

It wasn't until Lancer saw him betting on horses and buying lottery tickets that he realized that this kid actually wanted to get rich overnight. how? Did the organization underpay him?

By chance, Camu also came to the safe house to report to Gin, and Lancer noticed his long legs and the shoes he was wearing.

"These seem to be the new shoes recently released by a luxury brand, right?" Lancer said with envy on his face: "So, do you have Bomore's salary card in your hand?"

Kamu: "..."

Is it okay to see through it without telling it off?