Conan: O Nascimento do Demônio
Na vida passada, fui um pintor medíocre; nesta, sou o herdeiro de um império financeiro. Achei que era uma história de renascimento, mas acabou sendo uma história de sistema. Quero depender de mim mes
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Beika City, Tokyo, an island nation
Teitan Elementary School, First Grade, Class B
Outside the window, the sun shone brightly. A gentle breeze stirred the branches and leaves, filling the world with vitality.
A little boy in a blue short-sleeved shirt, his black hair cut short, rested his chin on his small hand and stared boredly at a bird perched on a branch outside, preening its feathers.
The beautiful teacher giving the lesson noticed that the boy had once again drifted off into his usual daydreaming. A trace of helplessness flashed through her lovely eyes as she asked, “Haruaki Suzuki, what is seven times nine plus six?”
“Sixty-nine,” the boy answered without even turning his head.
Wow...
The children in the class all gazed at him with admiration, as though they were witnessing the reincarnation of a legendary genius.
Although this scene played out every day, it still left the children bubbling with excitement.
Haruaki spent every lesson shirking his proper duties and would even occasionally sleep in class, yet he somehow managed to score full marks in every subject. It was difficult not to envy and admire him.
“That’s correct.”
Hearing the boy give the right answer instantly, Sumiko Kobayashi felt another wave of helplessness and forced a smile onto her face.
Honestly! Couldn’t Suzuki get one answer wrong just once? Being his teacher is so utterly unrewarding... sob...
Seeing that Haruaki Suzuki had returned to staring blankly out the window even after answering correctly,