Chapter 550: About the daily life of Panda Lori and Conan

The next morning, Monday, at eight o'clock, the Royal Elementary School.
The class time has not yet arrived. The classroom in the first class a class is noisy, and the little kids are together, talking or playing.
In the middle of the classroom, Conan slammed on the table and wrote about the weekend work.
Step by step, Mei Tai, and Guang Yan, who are surrounded by Conan, are all aside:
"Really, Conan, you learned badly, and obviously put two days off, you don't even know how to write homework!"
"Yes, that is, really a bad boy! You know, you don't know, you will seriously affect the reputation of our young detectives!"
"You don't even do your homework. Others' evaluation of our juvenile detectives will be reduced, and we will not have any commissions!"
"..."
A few little devils were surrounded by Conan, and a burst of magic sounds smashed the brain, causing Conan to be depressed for a while.
Mommy! The reputation of the special detective group of God, the detective group formed by these little children, has a reputation of wool.
In other words, he did not expect that there would be a case yesterday and the day before yesterday, and they all came home very late and had no time to do their homework...
Conan’s heart spit out, and suddenly he heard a yawn sound from the side, and then the voice of Stephan came:
Mr. Gray, good morning... Your spirit looks very bad!

"Good morning, Yoshida." Gray was screaming coldly and responded, then took the stool and sat down and continued. "...I didn't rest well last night, thank you for your concern..."
"Hey, is it?" Stepmei Xiaoli smiled and smiled, and the gray plains that were not allowed to enter the country could not speak.
Conan turned his head and glanced at the gray, and gave a slight smile. He asked with a smile: "The gray, what's going on with you, the dark circles are so heavy, it looks like a panda."
"Oh." Panda Lolita turned her head and glanced at Conan with a dangerous breath in her eyes.
Conan snorted and then laughed and continued to write down his homework.
A few seconds later, Conan suddenly felt a pain in his head, could not help but scream out, screaming at his head and looking at the gray sorrow, only to see his head in the hand of the gray sorrow .
Conan's mouth was pumped twice, and asked: "Gray! What are you doing!! Why do you want to pull my head?!"
"Oh, sorry, I just have a white head on your head, so I can help you unplug it." Lolly explained, took out a notebook and spread the head inside the handle on the notebook.
"Whitehead?" Conan's brain is black.
Nima! You lie to me!
Doesn't it mean that you have a "panda eye", as for this revenge? !
If you really want to be a whitehead, where can you pull it out? Laozi is the head, not a weed~
In Conan’s heart, the panda’s loli has already finished the first root of the notebook, wrapped it in a medical paper, put it in a plastic bag, and wrote
hair
on the plastic bag. This noun.
Conan looked at the scene in front of him and looked awkward: "Hey, Gray, you, what are you doing?"
The panda ash sorrow turned to look at Conan, and the look of the little mouse: "...nothing, I am a little hobby..."
Hobby?
Conan’s face is
What are you special about?

Please! Who has this kind of hobby? ~
You are taking me as a mouse, right?
......
Royal High School, break time between classes.
Shu Yunwen stood in the aisle of the stairs, and talked with Sakamoto, yawning.
"Have you ever encountered a case yesterday?" Sakamoto said with a slight smile. "...The case that was recently born next to us is really awkward! It’s strange, there have been so many cases in the past..."
Shu Yunwen "hehe" laughed and crap! In the past, there was no Conan who died wherever he died...
"Right, Yun Wenjun, how have you been yawning, looking tired?" Sakamoto asked strangely.
Shu Yunwen shook his head and yawned again: "Don't mention, she had to study in the lab last night, Mingmei was very worried about her, so I stayed with him, I only slept at three o'clock..."
Sakamoto said with a smile: "Hey, then after school in the afternoon, you must go home and have a good rest."
"After the afternoon? It is estimated that there will be no rest in the afternoon." Shu Yunwen was a little helpless. "I saw the police officer call me this morning and asked me to go to the police station to do the relevant transcripts of the two murders yesterday... very troublesome..."
Shu Yunwen and Shumei said a few more words. Suddenly the bell rang in the class, and several Americans quickly waved their hands: "Yuan Wenjun, the class time is up, don't say it, let's see you at lunch time~"
"Okay, see you at lunch time."
......
At eleven o'clock in the morning, Didan Elementary School, the classroom of the first grade b class.
This class is a drawing class. The painting teacher rests on the bench of the podium after setting up the free work in the classroom.
In the classroom, a bunch of little children were graffiti on paper, and Conan quickly drew a pair of stick figures and boring on the table.
Lori stunned and glanced at Conan, her eyes on the exposed arm of Conan, her eyes slightly bright, and then silently took out a knife and made a stroke on Conan's arm.
Conan is again "嗷~", turning to look at the gray plains: "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Sorry, sorry, I am cutting a pencil and I accidentally scratched you..."
Gray Plains explained that the teacher on the podium had been alarmed and walked to Conan: "Conan, Gray, what happened?"
"Teacher, I accidentally scratched the arm of Edogawa when I scraped the pencil. But it doesn't matter. I have a cotton swab and ok stretch here. Let me help Edokawa to deal with it." Speaking, take out the cotton swab and ok stretch from the bag.
"what?"
Conan looked at the things in Loli's hand, and his face was arrogant. The teacher said with a wink and a smile: "Hey... Gray classmates are really too caring, then give it to you to deal with it~"
Gray originally nodded, and smeared the Conan's wound twice with a cotton swab. Then he took out two transparent stickers and stuck it on Conan's wound and squeezed it twice.
The transparent sticker quickly filled with blood, and the ash sorrow tore off the sticker, and then took out an ok stretch and posted it on Conan grass.
The teacher smiled and praised the departure. The gray principle put the two stickers into a small box, and then wrote the "blood" on the workman.
Conan looked at this scene, touched his head silently, and collapsed.
What the hell! What did he see? ! Where is this cargo to help him stick ok!
Is it really good to collect his blood? ! Otherwise, this guy's equipment is too close, right?
Also, the knife of this guy just was deliberate!
Conan is in a state of collapse. Lolly has already collected the box labeled "Blood", holding a small plastic bag in his left hand and two clean cotton swabs in his right hand. He looks at Conan: "...you can open it. Mouth?"
Conan’s mouth was pumped twice, and the brain was black.
Open your mouth? Zhang Maoxian! What is your eye?
I am really not a mouse in your lab. ~8