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"Look, look! Isn't that Yoko Yukinoshita from the second year?"
"Yukinoshita-senpai is always called the 'Tokyo University Goddess' on our school forums."
"Wow, a short-haired beauty! I've never been into short-haired women—I thought only long hair could be attractive—but I'd definitely make an exception for Yukinoshita-senpai!"
"…"
The arrival of Yoko Yukinoshita didn't exactly cause a commotion, but it certainly stirred excitement among the group of freshmen sitting with Fujiwara Che.
Forget all those stereotypes about Tokyo University women being too pragmatic or uninterested in romance. In the face of beauty and charm like hers, such notions became utterly irrelevant.
If you're beautiful enough, whether you're Tokyo University's "Goddess" or just a girl from an ordinary school, men will still flock to you. And when you're stunningly gorgeous, even the name "Tokyo University" becomes a bonus—it adds to your aura of sophistication!
Yoko Yukinoshita was undeniably famous at Tokyo University.
Most beautiful women might attract male admirers while facing jealousy or exclusion from other females. But Yoko was different—completely unlike her younger sister. Whether dealing with men or women, she navigated relationships effortlessly.
As a result, a group of girls always surrounded her, following her lead and laughing along with her.
Though the university cafeteria was bustling with students, Yoko spotted Fujiwara Che immediately amidst the crowd.
After a brief moment of thought, she stepped forward gracefully, approaching Fujiwara with a radiant smile. "Fujiwara-kun, don't forget we have karate club activities today!"
Seeing Yoko Yukinoshita personally approach Fujiwara to chat left the other boys at the table staring at him with curious and suggestive glances.
Fujiwara remained unfazed by their attention and chuckled lightly. "For something like this, Senpai could've just sent me a message on Line. You didn't need to come over in person."
Yoko smiled warmly, exuding the demeanor of an approachable older sister. "Well, I happened to see you here, and since I personally recruited you into the club, I figured I should check in!"
Fujiwara shrugged helplessly. "I'll have to apologize, Senpai. I'm actually busy today, so I won't be able to make it to the club activity."
"I'll definitely attend next time, though."
Yoko blinked, surprised that he was already asking for leave right off the bat. She laughed softly, feigning resignation. "Skipping on your first session? That's not good."
"There's nothing I can do—it's an unexpected emergency."
"In that case, focus on your own matters, Fujiwara-kun. Club activities are optional anyway; personal priorities come first."
Yoko's understanding attitude was impressive—she didn't press him further or show any resentment.
"I'm really sorry, Senpai. Next time, I promise I'll treat you to some bubble tea as an apology."
Fujiwara offered an apologetic smile.
"Oh? Bubble tea?"
Yoko tilted her head, studying him carefully. He didn't seem like he was trying to flatter her—it genuinely felt like a sincere apology. Smiling, she said, "...Then I'll thank you in advance for the drink."
"By the way, I like lemon tea—no sugar, please. A bit sour is fine too."
Far from coming across as demanding, Yoko's casual mention of her preferences gave the impression of familiarity between them.
This woman truly excelled in navigating social nuances.
Fujiwara pulled out his phone and jotted down her request. "Got it. I won't get it wrong."
Seeing his earnest gesture, Yoko giggled softly. Waving goodbye, she said, "Alright, I'll go grab dinner now. Let's talk again soon!"
As soon as Yoko walked away, the freshmen at the table erupted in excitement. "Fujiwara, how did you manage to hook up with Yukinoshita-senpai?!"
"What do you mean 'hook up'? Don't phrase it like that—it sounds gross. I simply joined Yukinoshita-senpai's club."
"A club? Oh yeah, joining clubs is a great idea! Fujiwara, is it too late for us to join one?"
"It shouldn't be a problem, but honestly, pursuing Yukinoshita-senpai isn't easy. So many people are already after her, and practicing karate isn't exactly a walk in the park either."
The others nodded, finding Fujiwara's reasoning sound.
"Yeah, it's tough competing against so many guys for Yukinoshita-senpai. As for other Tokyo University girls… nah, I'm not interested. Might as well use the time to chase girls at other schools instead."
Watching the conversation inevitably circle back to women, Fujiwara couldn't help but shake his head with amusement.
It wasn't that these freshmen were desperate or anything—they were just hormonal teenagers finally stepping into the prime years of youth. University life was all about celebrating youth and exploring romance, especially for students who had spent their high school days buried in books without much chance to date.
Now, with opportunities aplenty, they were naturally eager. Still, Fujiwara appreciated this lively, youthful energy—it felt far more refreshing than wandering through the shadows of his covert world.
Who wouldn't yearn for sunlight, and who wouldn't detest darkness?
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*Miwako District, Tokyo – Mori Detective Agency*
"I'm home!"
Slung backpack over his shoulder, Shinichi Kudo—or rather, Conan Edogawa—forced a fake smile as he announced his return. Another exhausting day of elementary school behind him.
Since shrinking into a child's body, he'd mostly lived at Dr. Agasa's house. However, to utilize the detective agency's network for gathering information, he often visited the Mori Detective Agency.
"Conan, you're here to play again? Did you tell Dr. Agasa?"
"Yes, I told him. I said I really admire Uncle Mori and want to learn more detective skills from him."
Conan spoke in a cutesy kid voice that even made him cringe.
On the table lay scattered beer bottles, and Mori Kogoro, intoxicated and reeking of alcohol, burst into self-satisfied laughter. "Kid, you're always welcome here! Uncle Mori will teach you everything I know!"
"Uh-huh…" Conan forced a strained grin.
If I really learned everything from you, I'd be ruined!
"Dad, try drinking less when there are kids around," Rachel scolded gently.
"Yeah, yeah, got it."
But Kogoro clearly didn't care.
In front of the mirror, Rachel held up several pretty jackets, trying them on one by one. She wasn't vain—though she liked fashionable clothes, she kept her wardrobe minimal. Picking outfits required a certain sense of style.
Noticing this scene, Conan's curiosity piqued. Putting on his innocent child act, he asked, "Rachel-nee, what are you getting dressed up for?"
From the looks of it, she seemed ready to go on a date!
At this thought, Conan panicked inwardly.
"My mom called me at lunch and asked me to go out for dinner with her tonight."
Oh, so it's Ms. Eri Kisaki taking Rachel out to eat? What a relief—of course Rachel wouldn't go on a date with anyone else.
Conan sighed internally, silently mocking himself.
He knew Rachel's parents had been divorced for years, and she rarely saw her mother. Every meeting was precious to her, filling her with joy.
However, Rachel's next words shattered Conan's fragile composure.
"Mom also mentioned introducing me to a really excellent guy tonight. She told me to dress nicely."
That single sentence hit Conan like a ton of bricks, leaving him utterly devastated!