I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

The clerk was stunned by the operation. He could only turn aside to get out of the way, stretched out his hand and said, "Everyone, please come in."

I have to say that this store is indeed more upscale than Mr. Terai's store.

Surrounded by intoxicating classical music, the lavender ambient lights under the bar seem to relax the tired spirit.

Kuroba Kaito took the lead and sat down, pretending to say to the bartender who was wearing a small suit and a bow tie: "Please bring me a piece of chocolate ice cream, double balls."

"Master, Master." Mr. Terai looked helpless and whispered in Kuroba Kaito's ear, "If you order something like this, people will find out that you are not a child."

"I just love eating this. What can I do?" Kuroba Kaito glanced at Mr. Terai, then stuck out his tongue and licked a mouthful of ice cream.

Nakamori Aoko glanced at it and said, "I want Chocolate Parkway."

Subconsciously, he followed Kaito in making his choice.

"Miss Aoko," Terai walked around Kuroba Kaito's back and said to Aoko, "Would you like a cocktail that is more like an adult's drink at this time?"

"Cocktail? Do you want a drink? Is that okay?" Nakamori Aoko asked curiously.

"Put it on Terai." He straightened his body and whispered to the bartender: "Bring me a martini."

“The non-alcoholic kind,” he added.

"Oh..." Hiroshi Otoi felt numb after seeing their operations and sat down, "I want a glass of white sangria."

Sangria is a Spanish sparkling wine. It is suitable for drinking frozen and has a slightly sweet taste. It plays a refreshing role in the hot summer.

"Margarita. Thank you." Koizumi Anko, who was sitting next to Otoi Hiroshi, tucked the hanging hair behind her ears.

The movements are elegant, proud and beautiful.

Otoi Hiroshi was stunned for a moment. He remembered that Margarita was a drink created by Jane Duresa in memory of his wife.

The sour taste of lemon juice is used to represent the sadness in the heart, and the salt and frost are used to represent the tears of nostalgia.

And his wife Margaret is a peerless beauty, especially her eyes, which are like the clearest lake water in the world.

He turned around and glanced at Koizumi Hongzi beside him.

Taste matches temperament.

The light from the ambient light dyed her side face, and paired with the lavender dress, she was as beautiful as a fairy appearing in the forest at night.

My sister said purple is very charming...

"What are you looking at?" Hongzi turned away, his eyes flashing with intoxicating light.

"Look at the leprechaun."

"Boring man." Koizumi Hongzi took the cocktail handed by the bartender.

He held the stem of the cup to his flaming lips and took a sip.

The last thing she made was Aoko's non-alcoholic martini. After drinking it, she smiled like a little girl.

"This is delicious."

Youthful, childish and cute, but it is far different from the atmosphere here.

"Come on, come on... Fortunately, Master Otoi and Miss Anko still look the same." Terai sighed, stroking his forehead.

"Hey, where is that guy named Renluo?" Kuroba Kaito looked at the bartender.

The bartender raised his head and thought for a moment before replying: "I think Mr. Lian Luo is playing billiards in the secret box right now."

"What secret box..." Kuroba Kaito muttered.

"I'm sorry, even if this guest is just for viewing, we will charge 50,000 yuan at our discretion."

"three."

"two."

"one."

Kuroba Kaito lifted off the white cloth that had just been placed on Mr. Terai's head, and a pure white dove appeared out of nothing.

Under the weird gaze of the bartender, he explained: "We are the people of 'Magic Sunday Weekly', and we want to publish an interview in next week's special edition with the title [Like a magician, the superb skills of a super-class billiards master] Report.”

"It turns out it's an interview..." The bartender was bypassed by him, "Then please follow me."

Otoi Hiroshi shrugged. Should he praise Kuroba Kaito for being smart or the bartender for being slow? It can only be said that this is the setting.

Then he stood up and looked at Anko and Aoko.

"You two just stay here, okay?" Otoi Hiroshi whispered.

Then followed.

"These two guys are so annoying, they actually left us hanging here." Nakamori Aoko drank the martini in the glass angrily.

"Men are always like this." Koizumi Hongzi took a sip of the wine in the glass, then raised her head and looked at the other bartender, "Please give her another martini, the same as before."

It's just that the bartender didn't seem to know the situation. The martini prepared for Nakamori Aoko contained alcohol...

Following the bartender into the box, a game was being played on the table at the moment.

The surrounding area was crowded with onlookers.

Otoi Hiroshi noticed that the man playing basketball was an old man wearing a black suit. He had his white hair styled into a slicked back, giving him a mature and handsome look.

He leaned elegantly on the table, holding the stick in his right hand and holding the stick with his left thumb, "Ball No. 9 went into the bottom pocket."

The club head hits the white ball, which spins at a very gentle speed and hits the side of the nine-color ball that is close to the bank.

The No. 9 ball rolls toward the hole along with the force of the white ball and falls into the bag.

The hand that takes out the club is very steady and has just the right amount of force.

There was warm applause all around.

Mr. Terai nodded, "As expected of Toujiro."

Suddenly a voice echoed throughout the box.

"What? You're so inferior!" Kuroba Kaito mocked.

He put one hand in his pocket, his eyes were full of confidence, and he was not afraid of the looks of the audience around him.

"Master..." Mr. Terai was a little worried.

"Your kind of skills will make the legendary club cry." Kuroba Kaito continued.

At this time, the bartender who had just brought them over also whispered to the owner of the tavern what happened.

"What about Terai? He still dares to come here now!"

I saw the tavern owner, the boss of that gang back then, with a burning cigar in his mouth and a sneer wearing a pair of inappropriate sunglasses on his face.

"Shouldn't we explore the truth first?" Otoi Hiroshi glanced at Kuroba Kaito.

"That kind of thing is too troublesome for me. Anyway, I just need to take it back." Kuroba Kaito shrugged.

"He's from the magazine, right?" The tavern owner, surrounded by his men, walked up to the three of them, "If it's convenient, would you like to compete with Toujiro?"

"Just what I wanted." Kuroba Kaito said.

While Kuroba Kaito was hesitating about which club to choose, Toujiro Renra walked up to Mr. Terai with the club in hand.

"Long time no see, Terai."

"Tōjiro."

"Terai, is that boy a billiards expert?" Toujiro Renra asked.

"I don't know." Mr. Terai said solemnly.

Master Kaito's strength is really indescribable...

[Question: Which of the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy does not belong to the sense of taste? 】