The room chief's sword doesn't want to go home today

Back on the field, Qingshou struggled through the densely packed Ice Empress support team, and looked at the scoreboard on the field.

The moment he saw the score between the two sides, Qingshou froze in place, right?

Currently it is the singles three match, the previous two doubles were won by Fudofeng, and judging from the current situation on the field, it is only a matter of time before the singles three is won by the opponent.

Aomori took a peek at Atobe's expression, even though the doubles were non-selected, but he lost so badly, I don't know what Atobe thinks now.

Unexpectedly, the King of the Ice Emperor was very calm. Did he expect this scene?

Qingshou was a little puzzled.

"Where did you sneak off during the game?"

Feeling the gaze on his face, Atobe could guess who it was without even turning his head.

"Huh? But Taki said that he can move around freely when he doesn't need to collect data."

Aomori sold Taki without hesitation.

Atobe: "..." So Taki suddenly disappeared because he was lazy?

"Birch ground."

"Usu."

Then Qingshou felt his collar suddenly tightened, and in a blink of an eye, Huadi had already led him into the player's bench by the collar.

"Eh?"

Atobe squinted at him, "Stay here honestly."

Is this guy a husky? He disappeared in a blink of an eye. In order to avoid having to search for people in the park after the game, Atobe felt that it would be better to keep people close to him.

Being carried by Huadi to sit on the bench, Qingshou put his hands neatly on his knees, "Hi~"

It seems that what Taki said about being able to move freely seems to be a wrong message.

The game in the arena is also coming to an end, the current score is 5 to 1, and Shishido, who is the main pick of the ice emperor, only scored one point.

"If this game is lost, will Shishido be disqualified from the main election?" Aomori asked.

"of course."

Qingshou nodded to show that he understood, and did not continue to say anything.

Rules are rules. Since it is the survival of the fittest system that has existed in tennis clubs for a long time, Qingshou will of course abide by it, so he will not say things like making a difference to Shido.

Atobe, who thought Aomori would intercede for Shishido, turned his head, and lightly nodded his brows with his index finger, "Ah, you are barely gorgeous."

The gorgeous Qingshou: "???"

What's up with this sudden recognition.

The match ended with Fudo Peak's victory without any suspense, and Atobe snorted coldly when he saw the group of people excitedly celebrating the victory.

"Let's go." Ignoring the distraught Shishido behind him, he turned around and took the stand of the Bingdi people, as if they were not the ones who lost this game.

Unexpectedly, he Atobe would one day advance through the resurgence of the defeated team. This kind of thing that does not conform to his Atobe aesthetics is really not gorgeous.

Qingshou looked at Shishido who was standing stiffly on the sidelines, sighed helplessly, stepped forward and patted Shido on the shoulder.

"Let's go." Without waiting for the other party's answer, Qingshou turned around and left, as if he was just reminding him not to fall behind.

Although the person who loses the game will be kicked out of the main draft team, but this does not mean that he can no longer become the main draft team.

However, these realizations still have to be experienced by Shishido himself.

Trotting to keep up with the pace of Atobe, Aomori grabbed a member next to him and asked in a low voice, "When will the resurgence match of the defeated team start?"

If it is scheduled until tomorrow, he will have to ask for leave, after all, he has to go to the pottery shop tomorrow.

Speaking of pottery shops, I will meet those enthusiastic little detectives again...

Qingshou secretly sighed, feeling that the artwork he had worked so hard to create would receive another wave of cruel evaluation.

"Probably after the morning game is over, the order of the game will be arranged. If it goes quickly, the promotion team will be selected in the afternoon."

"Okay, thank you."

As soon as the conversation was over, Aomori was scrutinized by Atobe as soon as he turned his head.

In words, it probably means that you guys are planning to sneak out and hang out again.

Qingshou immediately waved his hand and said that he would not do this, "I just ask, because I still have something to do tomorrow."

"Ah, are you underestimating my uncle's strength?"

Participating in the resurgence of the defeated team is already not gorgeous, how could Atobe allow this humiliating game to continue until the next day.

I saw the King of the Ice Emperor snapped his fingers crisply.

"Let them be intoxicated by my grandpa's gorgeous skills, ah ha ha ha ha."

"The winner is Atobe! The winner is Ice Emperor!"

Qingshou: "..." Why did it suddenly ignite.

In the afternoon, as Atobe said, the game was completely one-sided for Hidei, and at the same time as Seigaku and Fudo Peak next door were deciding the winner, Hidei defeated all opponents and became the last school to advance.

……

On the weekend, Aomori stayed at the resident in the morning to finish the homework assigned by the teacher, and then appeared in the image of the sword of Damocles when he was summoned by Munakata Reishi to arrest outsiders in the suburbs.

Recently, because the consciousness of the red sword temporarily resides in Qingshou's consciousness world, when he changed back to the sword of Damocles, the light wrapped around the green sword was faintly revealing a few faint red streaks.

Coupled with the departure of Chijian's consciousness, the frequency of disturbances by Chiwang Zhou Fangzun, whose power has become slightly controllable, has decreased slightly.

Chi Wang's Weitzman value, which has soared to the critical value many times, has gradually become normal. Generally speaking, everything is developing towards the good side.

After all outsiders were handcuffed to the car, and the surrounding environment was confirmed to be safe, the sword of Damocles hanging high in the sky slowly dissipated, and the atomized blue power circled and fell to Munakata Reiji, gradually condensing into a young man image of.

This was originally just an ordinary outsider wounding incident, but after the criminals were arrested and brought to justice, Fushimi followed the clues of their wounding all the way to investigate, and discovered that there was actually a hidden secret behind this. A mercenary regiment of thieves, and their latest deal was to escort a batch of smuggled goods to Yokohama.

It's Yokohama again.Munakata Reishi frowned slightly.

Sensing Munakata Reisi's displeasure, Aomori tugged on his sleeve.

Facing Qingshou's soothing gaze, Munakata Reisi was stunned, and reached out to rub Qingshou's head.

The intimate interaction between the father and son fell in the eyes of other people in the green group, and everyone who instantly turned into lemon essence looked at this person with envy.

Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah we have been working overtime for several days and want Qingshou's appeasement!

At this time, the only two awake Fushimi and Chijian: "Tsk."

. After having lunch with everyone in the green group, Qingshou put on the bear backpack and went out for a walk.

At the tram stop, I met up with the Boy Detectives, and Aomori took over the role of team leader for the time being, leading the children towards the pottery shop, and treated everyone to ice cream on the way.

After entering the store, Qingshou said the number of his last appointment. Under the guidance of the front desk, the six people sat down first, and then a small cart containing everyone's pottery was pushed to their table.

After handing out the children's pottery and paints one by one, the cart was pushed directly to Qingshou's side.

Ignoring the strange eyes of others, Qingshou silently took a cup and started to paint.

When the coloring is finished, these people will know just how advanced Master Qingshou's artistic accomplishment is!

When coloring, Ao Shou was completely absorbed in it, so that he completely forgot the passage of time, and he didn't even notice that the detective team next to him had completed their respective works.

Looking at Qingshou's half-finished work, the detective team all showed surprised expressions.

Not to mention the amazing hand speed, look at the color matching, the wanton collision of colors, the ingenious and unique design, and the artistic sense that perfectly blends with the body of the cup, this... this is simply amazing!

The five members of the detective team, including Conan Haibara, felt deeply guilty for their previous behavior of mocking Aomori's works.

After Qingshou finished painting all the cups, he unexpectedly gained five small fans.

Proudly raised his head, hmph, you know how powerful Master Qingshou is.

Afterwards, it is enough to wait for the paint to dry and then polish the rough corners. Qingshou raised his hand to indicate that his side has finished, and soon someone came to take away their work.

"These works will take about an hour to process. May I ask if the customer needs to leave their contact information and go out for a while before coming back to pick it up?"

Qingshou looked at the members of the detective team questioningly, and seeing that they didn't want to go out, he said that he just waited here.

In order to prevent them from getting bored, the front desk also brought some board games for them to play.

Drinking a drink, Qingshou looked at the other three who were played around by Conan and Haibara, and sighed sympathetically, but as a person who was eliminated in the first round, he didn't seem to have the qualifications to sympathize with others.

Withdrawing his gaze from the game, Qingshou noticed that the door of the VIP room opened suddenly, and Fujiwara Kazuto, who had taught him how to make pottery last time, walked out of the room accompanied by another middle-aged man with a big belly.

The two didn't seem to be having a pleasant chat. The middle-aged man looked at Kazuto Fujiwara with a sneer on his face. After he said a few words, he took out a stack of banknotes and slapped the former's face humiliatingly, then walked out of the store laughing. .

Before Kazuto Fujiwara noticed his gaze, Aomori turned his head back to the board game, and his eyes happened to meet Conan who also turned his head.

Seeing the curiosity and inquiry in the other person's eyes, Qingshou patted his clever little head, "You can't probe other people's privacy without permission."

Conan reluctantly replied "Yes", but whether he really listened to it remains to be seen.

The two returned their attention to the game. After playing a few rounds, the front desk pushed many beautifully decorated small boxes on a small trolley to several people.

"The works of the guests are already in here, and these boxes are all gifts." Handing over the gift boxes with names written on them to the detective team one by one, the last remaining twenty boxes were directly used by one Huge cardboard bags were packed.

Qingshou counted the number, and after confirming that it was correct, he picked up the paper bag and prepared to leave.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream from behind.

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