Conan’s Unscientific Detective Chapter 014

Class 2-B.

On a clear afternoon, a gentle breeze carried away a hint of warmth.

Fujino, dressed in his school uniform, sat by the window, clutching a math textbook.

His eyes rapidly scanned the words, which, like flowing light, streamed into his mind.

At the same time, his student proficiency was increasing at a visible rate.

“The ‘Innate Scholar’ skill is truly terrifying.”

During a brief pause, Fujino glanced at his student profession proficiency.

In just half a day, he had already accumulated seventy-five points of proficiency.

That’s right, the reason he was sitting there reading was entirely to raise his student proficiency.

Innate Scholar was a skill that enhanced learning ability.

In just one day, he had already learned most of the content in the math textbook he held.

As he acquired knowledge, his student proficiency also steadily increased.

As long as his proficiency reached two hundred, he could raise his student level.

With the increase in student level, the student discount could also be upgraded.

In other words, he wasn’t reading books, but money!

“Within books, there are houses of gold.” The ancients truly didn’t deceive me!

“Ran, Fujino-senpai seems to have been sitting here all day, just holding a math book and reading. Is something wrong?”

Not far away, Sonoko observed Fujino sitting by the window reading and asked Ran.

“It seems so…”

Ran’s gaze fixed on Fujino, “He didn’t even eat lunch.”

“This won’t do…”

Sonoko murmured, “If Senpai turns into a bespectacled bookworm, it’ll be over!”

“Sonoko!”

Ran gave Sonoko a reproachful look, then turned her attention to Fujino.

She frowned, utterly puzzled by Fujino’s behavior.

Did he drink too much with her dad yesterday and damage his brain?

She couldn’t help but wonder, then nodded, “Sonoko, you’re right, this really won’t do. With Senpai’s physique, if he keeps this up, he’ll definitely collapse like before!”

“Then what should we do?”

“Let’s find Teacher Hiratsuka!”

A moment later.

Fujino put down his book, stretched languidly, and yawned.

He subconsciously pulled out a cigarette, just about to light it, when he saw Shizuka Hiratsuka standing beside him, her eyes fixed on him.

“Teacher Hiratsuka… what a coincidence,”

Fujino laughed awkwardly, then offered her a cigarette, “Want one too?”

“Want one your head!”

Shizuka Hiratsuka’s mouth twitched imperceptibly at his words, then she snatched Fujino’s cigarette pack, stuffed it into her pocket, and said in a deep voice, “You should remember that smoking is not allowed in school, right…”

“I forgot… I won’t smoke.”

“By the way, can I have my cigarettes back?”

“Fujino-kun.”

With that, she smiled meaningfully, “If you’re caught smoking while wearing this school uniform, even I won’t be able to protect you!”

“So that’s the intention…”

Fujino frowned, looked down at the school uniform he was wearing, and instantly realized he had fallen into this woman’s trap!

This was bad, this hateful violent beauty.

Although she seemed carefree, in reality, her schemes ran deep!

“So, you’ve been sitting here reading all day?”

At this, Shizuka Hiratsuka glanced at the math book on Fujino’s desk, “What’s this all about?”

“Can’t I review, Teacher!”

Fujino emphasized the last two words heavily.

“You… come with me to the faculty office!”

With that, Shizuka Hiratsuka dragged Fujino out of the classroom.

However, she didn’t take him to the faculty office; instead, she used a key to open the door to the rooftop.

Originally, Fujino thought this woman was going to commit some act of violence.

He only relaxed when she handed him a cigarette.

Fujino hesitantly took the cigarette, looking at her in confusion, “Giving me a cigarette, is that really okay?”

“You won’t be discovered smoking here, don’t worry.”

She lit the cigarette in her mouth, nodded, and said empathetically, “As a fellow smoker, I know that feeling.”

Then she asked, “By the way, when did you start smoking?”

Fujino slowly lit his cigarette as well, taking a deep drag.

After a moment of thought, he replied, “About a year ago, when I first became a detective.”

“By the way, there really aren’t any shops that sell you cigarettes, are there?”

“At first, clients gave them to me, but later I bought them myself.”

“That’s right, looking at you, if you were wearing a suit, one might think you just entered the workforce as a corporate slave.”

As she spoke, Shizuka Hiratsuka observed Fujino’s maturity, which was uncommon for his age, and her mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

It must be hard for him living alone, right?

All the pressure of life weighing on one person, his thin body, and his body full of scars… he must be in a lot of pain right now.

Perhaps smoking was just to alleviate that pain.

Thinking of this, Shizuka Hiratsuka sighed, gently patted Fujino’s shoulder, and comforted him, “You must be feeling very down…”

“Cough cough…”

“Smoke less, you’re coughing at such a young age.”

The school day passed like this.

After a day of effort, Fujino’s student profession proficiency reached one hundred.

This was already quite astonishing, considering that he only got fifty points a day when he slacked off in school before.

The proficiency points he gained in one day now were almost double what he got before!

However, in the end, Fujino’s box of cigarettes was not returned.

It seemed he would have to buy another box.

But before that, he still had six hundred thousand in commission fees that hadn’t been collected.

That woman, Yuko Ikezawa, really needed a good lesson.

Otherwise, Fujino himself wouldn’t feel right.

Who hires a detective for an investigation and then breaks into the target’s house themselves?

This was purely a lack of trust in him!

…

Late night, Fujino’s home.

“So, after you took my case, you accepted Yoko Okino’s case?!”

Yuko Ikezawa sat on the sofa, shouting indignantly at Fujino, “I say, you’re really an unprofessional detective! To actually accept a case from the investigation target!”

“You’re the one who breached the contract first, aren’t you!”

Fujino frowned, not indulging Yuko Ikezawa, and shouted back directly, “Do you know that if it weren’t for me, you’d already be embroiled in a scandal right now!”

“What do you mean?”

“You should know what I mean.”

With that, Fujino pulled an earring from his pocket and asked back, “This earring should be yours, right? I saw you wearing it when you came to commission me before.”

Seeing the earring in Fujino’s hand, Yuko Ikezawa couldn’t help but be startled.

How did the earring she lost yesterday end up with him…?

Could it be?