Conan: The Iron Age

After a long time, the two of them were still in a mess.

When Xing returned home, he saw that the light in Yinlang's room was still on. He was probably still playing games.

When Xiaolan arrived there, Yinlang ran away, so no one except Xing knew that Yinlang had been there. Yinlang just ran away and went home to play games.

"I'm so angry"

Xing went to take a shower after returning home. After a thorough study of his body, he lay on the bed and couldn't sleep for a while.

At this moment, Xing suddenly remembered that the remaining tickets had not been drawn yet.

First, he took out the pass and made a ten-draw combo of a four-star character.

Then the train appeared with a purple light. As the purple light faded, the person who came also appeared.

With short pink hair and light blue eyes, she looks adorable.

Her overall outfit is mainly pink, with white as a supplement. She has a blue camera pinned on her blue dress and a glove on her right hand.

She looks very optimistic and cheerful, but a little silly.

That's right, it's our March 7 (Starry Sky Train Edition).

"Xing, long time no see, let's take a photo." March 7 pulled Xing over as soon as he arrived, then raised the camera with his left hand, put his right arm around Xing's neck, and made a "yeah" gesture, taking the first photo of Conan's world.

Xing was pulled by March 7 to take many photos before stopping.

"Okay, stop filming. It's almost three in the morning. Tomorrow is Wednesday. Wait a minute..." Xing suddenly got up and took out his phone. March 7 also came up curiously and asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Today is Saturday, tomorrow is Wednesday..." Xing looked at the phone and said speechlessly, "Then I have one less Sunday."

March 7 was also confused when he heard it, "Ah~ I really have one less Sunday."

"I miss the 'seven days off'. It would be great to have seven consecutive days off every week." Xing lay on the bed weakly.

March 7 also lay on the bed, "Me too."

At this time, Pam spoke up, "You two are not focusing on the right thing. And, Pioneer, how come your IQ has dropped after just a short time with March."

"Shut up." Xing and March 7 shouted together.

"Life is not easy-" Pam fell silent after saying that.

After a few minutes, Xing was the first to break the silence, "Okay, little Sanyue, go to bed."

Sanyueqi raised his head and said with a smile: "Okay, Xing, turn off the lights."

"Hey, aren't you going to sleep in another room?" Xing was a little confused.

"It's so late, and there's no time to clean up the room. Okay, just sleep like this, don't worry, I sleep very well." Sanyueqi said with a smile.

Just like this, the whole night...

"Ah, Pioneer, what are you doing!"

"Ah~ Not there!"

"Don't touch me!"

...

Sanyueqi thought he was a hunter, but he didn't expect to become the prey in the end.

In the morning, Xing woke up early and slept for only four hours.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and the class in Sakura Country was not until eight o'clock in the morning, so he was not panicked at all.

Like a scumbag who slept with an ignorant girl, he glanced at Sanyueqi who was still sleeping and smiled.

Then he checked Sanyueqi's identity information.

March Seven: A transfer student from Class B, the second year of Teitan High School.

Xing: “???” “That’s it?”

Pam: “Yes, that’s it.”

Xing: “Okay, okay, let’s play it this way, right?”

Pam: “Who told you that March’s identity hasn’t been announced yet?”

Xing: “6”

Xing and Pam’s conversation woke up March Seven, who was still sleeping, “What’s wrong, Xing, why are you so noisy?”

Xing looked at March Seven, whose hair was a little frizzy, touched March Seven’s head, and said with a smile: “Get up, March, it’s time to go to school.”

“Ah?” March Seven got up in a daze, pointed at himself, and said in disbelief, “I still have to go to school?”

“Yes, didn’t you see your identity in this world?” Xing continued to touch March Seven’s head, “You are a sophomore student.”

March Seven fell down again after hearing this, not caring whether Xing was touching his hair or not.

He was still whispering in his mouth, “I still have to go to school…”

“No…”