Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

The Shinkansen from Tokyo to Shin-Osaka Station has always been crowded. In addition, today is Sunday, and the flow of people is twice as high as usual.

Even though Qiuren dragged him back and forth among the crowd, his light gray eyes were stained with novelty, he rarely had the opportunity to get in touch with the outside world like this, let alone so many people at once.

Qiuren was waiting for the arrival of the car in front of the platform. There was still about 10 minutes before the car entered the station. He found that the boy next to him seemed to have not said a word since just now. He looked down at the boy beside him and just noticed him. The novelty in his eyes and the joy that even he himself may not have noticed.

Qiuren used to hear that children would have an inexplicable love for vehicles, but he didn't have any special feelings for vehicles when he was a child. Looking at it now, he might be an outlier when he was a child.

Qiu Ren adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, bent slightly and talked to the boy.

"It will take about two and a half hours by car later, do you want to have something to eat first?"

In order to catch up with this Shinkansen, the two of them came here directly after washing at night, without eating anything, and now there are seven or eight minutes before the car enters the station, Qiuren is considering whether to go to the convenience store near the platform to buy something first Fill your belly.

Before the boy could answer, a child's shout suddenly came from behind him.

"Stop that man in the hat! He's a thief!"

Then there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a hat and holding a bag in his arms suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and quickly ran towards Qiu Ren.

"Get out of here!"

The middle-aged man yelled at Qiu Ren with a ferocious face while running, and then he took out a small folding knife from his pocket, as if if Qiu Ren didn't get out of the way, he would take this knife The knife stabbed at him.

At this time, a group of uniformed people also rushed out of the crowd, probably the police officers of the train station. The arrival of these people made the nervous middle-aged man even more unstable, and he directly pointed a knife at Qiu Ren. Bian rushed over, as if he wanted to pull a backrest.

The boy narrating had never seen such a scene. When the middle-aged man rushed over, he froze for a moment, and then he was pushed aside by Qiu Ren, and watched helplessly as the man with the sharp knife in his hand moved towards Qiu Ren. rushed over.

The boy's light gray pupils shrank sharply.

The next second, with a bang, the middle-aged man wearing a hat was thrown over his shoulder by this thin-looking young man wearing glasses, and fell firmly to the ground. Then, a group of Police officers quickly surrounded him and handcuffed the middle-aged man.

Qiu Ren helped the glasses that were slipping from the bridge of his nose, walked to the side of the boy, and slowly squatted down, his handsome face took on a trace of seriousness.

"You promised me that I would not use my abilities in front of outsiders."

His hand covered the boy's right arm, and there was a cold touch from the palm, and there was still a thin layer of frost on the boy's right arm that had not yet melted away.

If it wasn't for his quick shot just now, it is estimated that the boy would have used that ability directly in front of the public.

"sorry."

The boy lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Qiuren was about to say something, when suddenly a girl's voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Qiuren?"

Qiuren turned his head and saw a girl with long black hair standing behind him, and beside him was a bespectacled boy about seven or eight years old.

"Miss Maury."

Akito immediately recognized her as the girl who went to "OTIKA" with Sonoko last time.

"Brother Qiuren, hello."

The little boy wearing glasses also greeted him quite obediently.

"Hello, Conan."

With a smile on the corner of Qiu Ren's mouth, he responded gently.

"Sure enough, it's Mr. Qiuren. I thought it was you just now. Ah, the thief stole my bag just now. Thank you for stopping me."

Xiaolan pointed to her bag and sincerely thanked Qiuren.

Qiuren glanced at it, and it was indeed the bag that the middle-aged man was carrying in his arms just now, so it should be Conan who just yelled that there was a thief.

Qiu Ren smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing, as long as you can get your bag back."

"But the shoulder throw just now was really beautiful! Did Mr. Qiuren also learn karate?"

Xiaolan asked curiously and expectantly.

Qiu Ren smiled and waved his hands, "I just have a friend who studies karate. He taught me a few moves. It's purely a coincidence that I can use them today."

As soon as Qiuren said that he didn't learn karate, Xiaolan let go of this topic and turned her attention to another matter that she cared about just now.

"Well, Mr. Qiu Ren, is this kid someone you know?"

Xiaolan looked curiously at the young man who had been silent since just now, and asked.

Conan's eyes were also on the boy, and he couldn't help but look at the boy's peculiar hair color several times.

"His name is Hong Jiaodong, and he is a child of an acquaintance of mine."

Qiu Ren just introduced a few words, but the boy still lowered his head and did not speak. Xiaolan and Conan thought he was afraid of strangers, so they didn't find anything to talk about him.

"Speaking of which, I heard Sonoko say that Mr. Qiuren, your family will hold a banquet tonight, so is Mr. Qiuren planning to return to Kyoto?"

Qiu Ren nodded, and then extended an invitation to the two, "If you don't mind, you can come over too."

Xiaolan shook her head and said that she had made an appointment with someone to go to Osaka, so she couldn't agree to Qiuren's invitation this time.

Just at this time, Qiuren and his car pulled into the station, and Xiaolan and Conan were going to take the next bus, so they bid farewell here and made an appointment to meet again next time.

On the business seat of the Shinkansen, Akito rested his chin on one hand and looked out the window. The snow-white peak of Mt. Fuji was reflected on the transparent lens. The young man suddenly remembered the fact that Xiao Lan had just mentioned that Conan went to Mihua Primary School.

After all, he is a student, and he is still a senior high school student who is facing the entrance examination. Although the entrance examination is not stressful for him, he still has to attend the daily classes as usual. After all, he still has the position of student council president.

When he goes to class, the boy can only stay at home or ask Yamada to take care of him, but since Yamada is really unreliable, this is ruled out.

But it's definitely not okay to let the teenager stay at home all the time. Staying in one place for a long time without going out will easily make people suffer.

The best way is to let the teenager go to school like him.

It is not difficult to get things like identity certificates and other materials needed to go to school. The key question is which school should the teenager be sent to study.

Although Bingdi also has a primary school, but the students who study in Bingdi Primary School are a group of sons and daughters with prominent family backgrounds. This kind of noble students who have their own social circle before going to school are quite exclusive, and it is not suitable for them. teenager.

As for other schools, he didn't know much about them. Qiuren took out his mobile phone and was about to send a message to Takahashi to sort out the basic information of the surrounding elementary schools for him. With his finger on the screen, he was about to type the first word , suddenly remembered one of the most critical things.

"Do you want to go to school?"

Qiu Ren looked at the boy who was quietly eating soba noodles, and asked.

The boy slowly raised his head from the soba noodles and gave him a blank look.

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This article is also known as "Qiu Ren's Father's Parenting Sutra"

On the road to nurturing, I will never return_(:з」∠)_