[The sudden voice catches Christina off guard. She glances around until her gaze falls upon the tiny source. A child.
She doesn't recognize him off hand. The voice seems slightly familiar, but only just. Perhaps the youthful tone is similar to other children, or maybe she's heard him in passing at the school. Either way, Christina certainly couldn't put a name to his face.
However, that will hardly stop her from treating Conan any different from her regular students. She smiles gently.]
The fishes' swimming patterns. Look how they move in harmony with each other.
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She doesn't recognize him off hand. The voice seems slightly familiar, but only just. Perhaps the youthful tone is similar to other children, or maybe she's heard him in passing at the school. Either way, Christina certainly couldn't put a name to his face.
However, that will hardly stop her from treating Conan any different from her regular students. She smiles gently.]
The fishes' swimming patterns. Look how they move in harmony with each other.
Isn't it fascinating?