"Suzuki-san, Mori-san, welcome."

"This. This. This. What's going on, Qianzhong!"

The beautiful girl named Takei Naoko, but after a while, she had already changed into a maid outfit.

At this time, I was soliciting customers at the entrance of Polo Cafe.

"This is the store manager's order." Azusa Enomoto poked her head out of the store, "'Everyone who comes to work in the store, regardless of gender, must wear maid uniforms.' This is the store manager's request."

"Wouldn't it be great if we only recruited female employees from the beginning?" Conan, who was already walking on the ground, rolled his eyes.

"We are a store without gender discrimination." Oyama Chige casually gave a reason, and the four of them went to a corner seat under the leadership of Naoko Takei.

"It turns out that Brother Qianzhong, you like the maid."

Conan, this little brat, really doesn’t give up on Gonghuo for a second.

"I like it."

Dashan Qianzhong has no quibbles and has nothing to quibble with.

After all, the maid uniforms in the store are not modern and revealing clothing, but the classical maid uniforms from the Taisho era that are so generous and suffocating.

"Wouldn't it be very hot if you don't stay in an air-conditioned room with this kind of clothes?"

Xiaolan curiously touched the hem of Naoko's thick skirt. The long skirt in the color of maple leaves reached her calves, and underneath were stockings of the same color.

"Yeah."

When I returned to the store, I didn't rush back to attract customers, but took a wet wipe to wipe the sweat on my face.

There is no dirt on the white paper towel, which proves that her beauty is natural and does not rely on makeup.

"Qianzhong, how can you let Naoko wear such thick clothes and go out to attract customers? It's so hot now."

"I didn't."

Xiaolan, you will only be so angry with Qian Zhong when you are doing it for others.

Therefore, Qian Zhong immediately raised his hands and surrendered.

"Me neither."

Azusa Enomoto also intervened from the side to defend herself.

"Student Maori, I'm going there myself!"

Naoko Takei hurriedly denied, "I wanted to start work right away, but being clumsy would only cause trouble for Enomoto-san, so I took it upon myself to recruit customers."

"Okay." Xiaolan felt relieved and said to Takei Naoko, "Naoko, you don't need to go. Anyway, the business of this store has never been good."

"Xiaolan is right." Chizhong agreed, "It is a good thing to work seriously, but instead of soliciting customers, it is better for you to learn more from Sister Enomoto in the store, so that you can take the lead alone in the future."

"Yeah." Naoko nodded, with a sweet smile on her lips.

She was not going to give up and decided to take care of both ends. The love from others made Naoko Takei feel warm.

Haha, Conan is holding a large glass of lemon drink and sipping it.

Only the shortest Conan could see that smile.

Although Kudo Shinichi is not good at falling in love, he can still tell that Takei Naoko has a good impression of Oyama Chie.

This feeling has just sprouted, but it is already deep-rooted.

He looked at Suzuki Sonoko, who had been silent for a long time. She had not joined the conversation, so she was probably aware of this feeling.

Xiaolan, Sonoko, and Takei-san. Just as Conan knows, there are already three people who like Oyama Chizoge.

This is not surprising, as he himself has had many female fans in the past. From childhood to adulthood, countless people have sent him letters of confession.

The way and attitude to deal with important things.

Conan admitted that it was idiotic to show off those confession letters, but he clearly rejected everyone.

He didn't believe that Oyama Qianzhong didn't notice these feelings. After all, they were working on the ability to recognize people together not long ago.

However, Oyama Chige did not express his refusal clearly despite having a girlfriend.

"Well...."

"What are you looking at! Kid!"

Yuanzi mistakenly thought that the pensive Conan was looking at her, and immediately questioned him.

Sonoko felt that she couldn't get along with this kid who looked exactly like Kudo Shinichi. Just like she and Kudo Shinichi often quarreled, she always subconsciously quarreled with him.

"I'm looking to see when Uncle Maori will come back."

"Hmph!"*2, both of them turned their heads away from each other.

Conan jumped off the sofa and pulled Naoko Takei's skirt.

Seeing this, Naoko knelt down and said, "Are you okay, little Conan?"

"Sister Naoko, I would like to order a couple's drink for Sister Xiaolan and Brother Qianzhong. It's the kind where a cup has two straws forming a heart."

"Couple..."

"Hey, sister Naoko, don't you know? Brother Qianzhong is already in love with sister Xiaolan. I even saw them kissing."

What Conan said made Naoko Takei turn pale. She nodded and quickly ran away to the front desk.

But in fact, Conan's own heart is bleeding.

He never gave up loving Xiaolan. There is a famous saying that Conan took as his creed, "Love her and make her happy."

If the person Xiaolan loves is not herself, she will secretly protect her love.

As long as Xiaolan feels happy.

"What's wrong, Naoko-san?" Xiaolan is even slower than Kudo Shinichi in some aspects.

"Who knows, maybe he ran away because of some kid."

Yuanzi sat by the window, dragging her chin and looking at the busy traffic outside.

Xiaolan looked at Qianzhong again, and Qianzhong shrugged, "Rather than this, let's discuss how to deal with Miss Hanai's matter."

On the table in front of Miyano Akemi, there is a neat row of heads.

These pale doll heads come from the same mold and are covered with the same wig.

However, after being trimmed by Miyano Akemi, these faces already have different temperaments.

Either too noble or too humble. Some are indifferent or cheerful. There are rational scholars and crazy fanatics.

"The hairdresser's secret lies here." Miyano Akemi looked confident.

She wears a pair of high ponytails and is so confident that even Gin cannot easily identify herself.

She watched the woman named Agnes walking past the long table, her slender fingers crossing the same faces, waiting for the other party's judgment.

Suddenly, she stopped in front of a dummy head.

Her hands hugged the doll's neck from both sides and lifted the head.

This is a head with long wavy hair, giving people a sense of grace and luxury.

Agnes took off its hair and handed it to Miyano Akemi.

"How do you feel?"

"What does it feel like?" Miyano Akemi was confused, "Rich? This is probably because the image of wearing a wig left an impression on my mind, so."

Agnes did not explain, but took off the wig next to her, "Where's this one."

"Ordinary, maybe I have realized it"

Before she could finish speaking, Agnes gently popped out her index finger, and a breeze blew all the wigs off.

Every human head is just an ordinary model.

Agnes raised the one in her hand again.

Miyano Akemi's eyes widened in disbelief. The exact same model still exuded a noble aura.
Chapter completed!