"What? You said I was cheated? That person is not Mingmei's friend at all?"
Hirota Masami repeated the words that had just been heard on the phone in disbelief, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a deep sip.
"That's right, that person just made an excuse to defraud those disks away." Dr. Ali said into the microphone with a solemn expression.
"But...it's just a few ordinary disks, so what?"
Hirota Masami was puzzled. He didn't know what magic power those disks had that made people miss them so much.
"Uh... I may not have been able to explain clearly on the phone. Professor Hirota, do you still have this kind of disk? Is it convenient for us to pay you a visit?"
Dr. A Li said at Conan's signal.
After finally catching the clue, he would not be willing to go to that place to confirm it for himself.
What if there is a disk that the organization did not take away?
"Okay. But I have two or three guests coming to my place later, so it's better for you to come later." Professor Hirota responded.
"Then I will visit you in three hours!" Dr. Ali immediately discussed the time with Professor Hirota.
After finalizing the decision for three hours, he headed to Professor Hirota's residence. Conan immediately called the Mori Detective Agency.
"What? Are you staying at the doctor's house tonight?"
Xiaolan shouted dissatisfied: "What are you doing? I've prepared dinner! Also, what will you do when you go to school tomorrow?"
Conan made up an excuse casually: "But the doctor has made a super fun game, and I want to play with him!"
"I will go back before tomorrow morning. I'm sorry, Sister Xiaolan!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone before Xiaolan could speak.
The three of them quickly got into Dr. Ari's Beetle and drove towards Professor Hirota's residence.
…
Yuan Huaiyu yawned boredly.
While waiting, he had already counted how many leaves there were on a certain branch of a tree in front of Professor Hirota's house.
During this period, a middle-aged man came to Professor Guangtian's house carrying large and small bags of gifts, but he soon walked out angrily.
This person is not the person Yuanhuaiyu wants to wait for.
He is a student of Professor Hirota. Because his daughter has reached college age and wants to apply to Nanyang University, he came here specifically to ask Professor Hirota to write a letter of recommendation.
It was a pity that the alcoholic Hirota Masami was already drunk and talking nonsense when he came, so he could only choose to come back next time.
Time passed slowly, and just when Yuan Huaiyu was about to finish counting the leaves on another branch, a handsome man wearing a jacket walked up to Guangtian's house and was about to ring the doorbell.
.
Yuan Huaiyu's eyes lit up, the wait was finally here!
"Hey! Hello, buddy!" He greeted the man eagerly.
"Huh? Who are you?" The handsome man Bai Cangyang looked warily at the man dressed like a crow in front of him, and looked both ways in a panic.
There was no one on the street, and Yuanhuaiyu didn't seem like a good person in Bai Cangyang's eyes at this time.
[It’s not like you ran into some gangsters who were robbing people on the road, right...]
Bai Cangyang thought this way and said to Yuan Huaiyu in a warning tone: "What do you want to do?"
"It's nothing, it's just that when I saw your face, I felt familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it before, so I just wanted to come over and say hello..."
Yuan Huaiyu looked at Bai Cangyang pretending to be embarrassed.
"...That's it." Bai Cangyang breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a little happy in his heart, "I am a model, I think you may have seen me in some magazine, right?"
"Oh! I seem to remember it! You seem to be the one named...what is it...Bai Cang? I remember that you seem to be a very good newcomer who has recently emerged?"
Yuanhuaiyu looks like it’s suddenly clear.
"Yes! Bai Cangyang! I'm so honored to receive such praise from you!"
Bai Cangyang felt like fireworks were exploding in his heart - he was flattered that a passerby could recognize his little model.
For example, when a little-known writer goes out to collect materials, he discovers that a passerby he met during the trip is a fan of his works and praises his works...
That's probably what it feels like.
"It's really you! You look younger in real life than in the photos!"
Yuan Huaiyu pretended to be casual and asked: "What is Mr. Bai Cang doing here?"
Under Yuan Huaiyu's compliment, Bai Cangyang was already feeling a little overwhelmed: "I'm here to see Professor Guangtian."
He pointed to the door number of [Guangtian] next to him: "Professor Guangtian is an old professor at Nanyang University and also my teacher. I asked him to pick up some things."
"That's it! Then I won't disturb Mr. Shirakura's visit to the teacher. I wish you a prosperous career!"
Yuan Huaiyu was about to say goodbye to Bai Cangyang, but suddenly he seemed to remember something. He covered his mouth with his hands and asked in a low voice:
"By the way, I have another question that I don't know how to ask...Mr. Bai Cang, have you ever had plastic surgery? I always feel that your handsomeness is not so natural..."
Bai Cangyang's breathing was stagnant, his face turned pale, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Seeing Bai Cangyang's panic, Yuan Huaiyu "hurriedly" comforted him: "It's okay, I can understand. Models are like this. If you don't make yourself look good, you can't get ahead."
"Besides, there are so many good-looking models. It's not easy to get ahead just by relying on your skin... Which of the most famous models doesn't have some real skills?"
Bai Cangyang's disordered breathing calmed down a little.
"Mr. Bai Cang, you graduated from Nanyang University. You are higher than others from the starting point, aren't you?"
Hearing this, Bai Cangyang nodded in agreement and had calmed down from the panic just now.
"So, Mr. Bai Cang, you really don't have to worry too much about having plastic surgery. What's important is what's on the inside."
Yuan Huaiyu looked at Bai Cangyang, who was a little stunned, and waved to him: "Sorry, I couldn't help saying so much. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Mr. Bai Cang..."
"Let me give you one last word..."
"Impulse is the devil."
After saying these words, Yuan Huaiyu nodded slightly to Bai Cangyang and turned to leave.
Bai Cangyang stared blankly at Yuanhuaiyu's retreating figure, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He has always felt inferior and repelled by his past appearance, and has a sense of escape.
But after listening to what this unknown passerby said today, he felt a little relieved.