250 The past of Sakura Class

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"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Slightly surprised, Gao Yuan couldn't help but said:

"In the eyes of outsiders, haven't you two been childhood sweethearts who have been very good friends since childhood? Why do you say you hate them?"

"Because, from the first time I met him, when we were in kindergarten, he always liked to pretend to be an adult. I always felt that he regarded other children as fools, and that look was very annoying, so ...At that time, I wanted to hit him back..."

A little nostalgic, Xiaolan said this, and her thoughts gradually recalled the original scene again.

"Really?"

Hearing this, Gao Yuan said slowly:

"Can you tell me?"

In response, Xiaolan nodded and said with a smile:

"Okay, let Mr. Akechi know what Shinichi is like. He has had an annoying face since he was a child..."

Saying this, Xiaolan started to talk about the past.

At this time, Conan, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but pricked up his ears, wanting to hear why in Xiaolan's eyes, she hated herself from the first time she saw her?

At this point, Xiaolan started to talk about her memories at that time while thinking about it——

"In total, it should have been thirteen years ago. That day was my first day in Sakura class, but my dad simply mistook my name tag, thinking that I still used the name tag from last year's Tulip class. And she also trampled on the name tag of my Sakura class. So, my mother had to make a name tag in the shape of a cherry blossom for me out of paper for me to take with me...

"The result is this. On the first day I went to Sakura class, because I didn't have a name tag, what happened next..."

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