Hey, hey, this turn of questions and answers is too efficient and fast, isn't it?
By the way, why does Brother Gengyi not like to explain step by step after giving the answer...
Has he never felt that reasoning without the reasoning process is like wife cake without the wife, completely without a soul? Hey!
Conan roared inwardly.
"The college sent costumes, and Mr. Maoli and the four police officers went outside to help my father and the others."
Domoto Gen also smiled and walked down the steps and said: "I injured my arm a while ago and was unable to carry things. I just happened to stay to introduce this pipe organ to everyone."
Help move things? He probably wanted to check if there were any bombs inside.
Ye Gengyi said "hmm" and continued to maintain his identity as a spectator, without the slightest thought of going out to take a look.
"That... Geng Yi..."
Dr. A Li scratched his cheek with his index finger, "It's about the guessing game I just played. Do you want to explain it to the children?"
That's right! You're a guy who only cares about your own pleasure and doesn't consider other people's curiosity at all!
Conan swore that this was the first time in his life that he was looking forward to Dr. A Li's cold jokes.
"Doctor, I suggest it's better to keep it a bit mysterious, because if you tell them, they will definitely find it boring." Ye Gengyi said.
"Hey, hey..." Dr. A Li was ashamed.
"Then brother Gengyi, please give us some tips!" Mitsuhiko is very proactive, as if he doesn't want to miss every opportunity to improve himself.
"The answer has something to do with the English pronunciation of soprano, soprano." Ye Gengyi said.
"So...prano?" The trio of young detectives looked confused.
What people want to hear is your reasoning process!
It does not mean that the murderer is A, but it is explained that A killed someone with a weapon, so the audience can know the murderer's criminal methods!
Conan's half-moon eyes couldn't help but complain: "Brother Gengyi, your answer is no different from directly saying that the answer is soprano, right?"
"Conan, have you guessed it?" Ayumi asked curiously.
"Yes," Conan put one hand on his forehead and couldn't help but reason, "we have to start with the English word for surgery, which is operation..."
"Operation is usually called ope for short. Use opera to remove the ope of surgery, and you still have ra..."
In the first row of the auditorium, a certain talented soprano took over the topic and said:
"Grandpa's little pill can also be said to be 'Grandfather's Madoka'. Combining it with the word 'ra' just now, it's the English word for soprano...ha."
She chuckled softly: "Is it a Scrabble puzzle that combines Japanese romanization and English words? Just like what Mr. Ye said, it will become very boring if you explain the process of guessing."
Conan: "..."
Is it an illusion? Why do I feel like this female singer has the same personality as Brother Geng Yi and Hai Yuan...
"That is to say," the three little figures muttered around each other: "The doctor really doesn't look like a mature adult, and he actually uses such difficult English words to test a first-grade primary school student..."
"Hmm...why do you even say that?"
An inventor felt that his artistic cells had been hit like never before.
Qiuting Lianzi looked at the quarreling people, with a smile in her cold eyes unconsciously. Then she sighed again, picked up the thermos cup on one side and poured water to cover up her emotions.
"Sister, what are you drinking?" Yuantai took the lead and came over to ask.
"Drink tea."
Qiuting Lianzi took a sip, and her tone of voice once again returned to her usual way of rejecting others.
"Can you give me some to drink?" Yuantai rubbed his throat, "I'm a little thirsty."
"No." Qiuting Lianzi refused.
"Stingy..." Genta muttered.
"My sister is a very famous soprano," Mitsuhiko guessed, "Are the ingredients in that tea helpful for singing?"
"If it really helps, maybe we can win the chorus competition!" Bumi's face was full of excitement.
"Chorus competition?" Qiuting Lianzi seemed to be reminded of memories.
"Yeah! It's an activity organized by our school, by the way..."
Mitsuhiko said hopefully, "Can you please teach us how to sing?"
"Huh? Me?" Qiuting Lianzi asked in shock.
"Our class has agreed to go to the school's music classroom to practice at two o'clock this afternoon," Mitsuhiko explained. "Sister Xiaolan has agreed to help us play the piano accompaniment..."
"But..." Ayumi hesitated.
Yuantai added from the side: "The person who wants to teach us how to sing is a bit hard to explain."
"Hey, you little brats, you obviously couldn't find anyone to help, so I reluctantly agreed!"
Suzuki Sonoko stood on the stage with her hands on her hips and looked at the little heads, "And don't forget, I am the one who brings you to experience the atmosphere of the concert venue!"
"I'm sorry..." Yuantai gave in decisively.
"Sister Qiuting is definitely better than sister Yuanzi."
Mitsuhiko continued to plead: "Just help us, just like Brother Gengyi went to the backstage to help you just now."
"Yes, yes." Ayumi nodded enthusiastically, "Everyone should help each other!"
"this……"
Qiuting Lianzi was startled... By the way, can children nowadays be able to use the 'favor' technique so skillfully?
She sighed and said helplessly: "The chorus song shouldn't be 'Ninth', I hate that song the most."
"Eh? What is that? What a strange name," Yuantai was confused, "The song we are going to sing is the school song of Didan Elementary School."
"The ninth she said refers to Beethoven's Symphony No. 9, but..."
After Haihara Ai finished the popular science, he said to Qiuting Reiko: "That is a piece of music that requires very high skills from the orchestra and the musicians. For primary school students like us, it is more difficult to complete the piece than to guess it." The bad jokes the doctor tells are much crueler."
"Really? It seems that I was also affected by that cold joke," Qiuting Reiko shrugged, "Okay, I can teach you how to sing, since I am also a graduate of Didan Primary School."
What I'm talking about is obviously a guessing game... Dr. Ari burst into tears after being brutally insinuated.
"Yeah! That's great!" the three children cheered.
"Hey," Suzuki Sonoko pouted, "It just so happens that my shoulder still hurts because I played tennis with someone all afternoon, so I'll go later."
"Ahem... Yuanzi, I'm sorry..." Mao Lilan was embarrassed.
"No way, I'm kidding you." Suzuki Sonoko smiled, with a face full of teasing: "But you...when are you going to call Shinichi again?"
"I don't want it. That reasoning madman will only ruin the atmosphere of the concert!"
Mao Lilan squatted down angrily and said to Conan in an educational tone:
"Conan, you have to be obedient and don't become someone like Shinichi when you grow up!"
"Ah...um..."
Conan forced a smile, but felt tangled in his heart.
Xiaolan, what kind of mentality do you want me to have when listening to that concert...
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