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Chapter 805: The number one on the leaderboard is having trouble sleeping again tonight (7)

But as soon as she took a step, the man froze and half-squatted down, only to find that he could still only see the top of her head. He paused, then squatted down a little more before he could barely see her face. His gaze was fixed, like that of a dazed man: "Are you calling me?"

Each word was drawn out very long.

Song Zhishu: "..."

For the first time, she felt the power of the word "helpless".

Wait, what's the purpose of this shop?

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and calmly said, "I want to see your shop owner."

The girl helped the man up, then sweetly took his arm, winked at Song Zhishu, and said, "We are husband and wife, just like you, pfft!"

Song Zhishu: "..."

I feel like fainting, but there's no bed available.

Song Zhishu closed her eyes again, took a few deep breaths, and then turned her head to the edge of the room where someone was staring blankly into space. She said arrogantly, "You, yes, you, how many cups do you have left to make? I want as many as you make."

Bian Yan blinked slowly, then switched from machine to human, facing the two shop owners, and said in a deep voice, "Shop owners, we have a few cups of ingredients left, and one customer wants a few cups..."

Upon hearing Bian Yan speak, Song Zhishu almost burst into tears.

Aside from her tone of voice being a bit unpleasant, she felt that Bian Yan's words were truly refreshing!

The girl clenched her fist, waved it upwards, and smiled brightly: "Received!"

Although the two of them looked and sounded strange, they were very decisive in their actions. They never spoke, and after enjoying a moment of peace, Song Zhishu started to get restless again, frequently asking, "What's your name?"

Bian Yan ignored her.

After being tormented by the two people who couldn't communicate for a while, Song Zhishu was quite satisfied with Bian Yan no matter how she looked at him, so she didn't hold it against him: "You're still keeping your mystery? Oh my."

"Let me tell you first, don't ask my name. I want to interact with you as an ordinary person."

She spoke meaningfully.

Bian Yan's lips twitched.

He didn't even want to look at her. She was adorned with jewels, her wavy hair was beautiful and elegant, and every gesture she made was proof of her good upbringing and family background. The carefree attitude she showed when spending money suggested that she must be a rich heiress.

And who gave her the confidence to think he would ask her name?

Now things are just ordinary and mundane, what are we doing here? Bian Yan still didn't reply, his head was down, and Song Zhishu was afraid his head would break.

Song Zhishu finished making the remaining ten cups of milk tea. She stretched and didn't want to play the talkative and mute redemption story with Bian Yan anymore. She walked to the counter to pay the bill, took out her phone, and lazily asked how much it cost.

Bian Yan said quietly, "Wait a moment."

He paused, then, as if remembering something, corrected himself: "Please wait a moment."

Song Zhishu: Politeness lasts so late

Then, she watched as Bian Yan took out a calculator and began to awkwardly match the prices of the milk tea and the menu, then awkwardly typed them into the calculator one by one.

Song Zhishu waited helplessly; she was no longer surprised by anything this shop produced.

"Hello, that'll be 57 yuan in total... How shall I pay?" [Ding! Target's favorability +2, current favorability -2.5]

I'm so touched, he finally got a share.

Song Zhishu waved her phone, a bright smile on her fair and delicate face: "What do you think?"

Bian Yan kept his head down, operating the device step by step. Song Zhishu felt that even her grandfather was better at it than him.

She waved her phone listlessly, a hint of gloom creeping onto her face—a look she only ever showed when she was bored.

Bian Yan finally finished the operation, scanned her payment code, put everything away, and then lowered his head without saying a word, switching from human to machine.

Song Zhishu had no choice but to pick up all the milk teas in her hands. Bian Yan suddenly raised his head, looked straight at her, and said in a cold tone, "Thank you for coming. Welcome to come again next time."

Song Zhishu was speechless: "Is your politeness running out? It's there one minute and gone the next." This time, Bian Yan didn't ignore her and switch to a human. Perhaps he felt a little guilty. He scratched his head and said in a deep voice, "I... I keep forgetting."

"You must be like this because you rarely interact with people."

Song Zhishu casually said something.

However, a sliver of light appeared in Bian Yan's lifeless eyes: "You... how did you know?"

Song Zhishu: "..."

With your outfit, it's hard not to recognize you.

She smiled, her eyes shining brightly: "I am a little fairy."

Perhaps because it was the first time someone had talked to him about his personality, he was willing to elaborate. Although he doesn't like communicating with people, it doesn't mean he struggles to communicate when he wants to. Because of his circumstances, he rarely has the opportunity to communicate with others, let alone develop his communication skills.

He said somewhat sincerely, "My position... can provide a good opportunity for... development." Song Zhishu glanced at the deserted shop and said, "Well, although it doesn't seem like there are many opportunities for development."

A cheerful voice came from inside the kitchen: "Oh dear! That's so hurtful, senior!"

Song Zhishu ignored him, instead lifting her milk tea like an athlete, then frowned and said, "It's so heavy."

She put the milk tea down again and called Xiaoyu: "I bought a bit too much stuff, have the driver come pick me up."

Bian Yan stared silently at the cups of milk tea, then glanced at the flamboyant and dazzling girl, before quickly lowering his head and remaining silent.

Song Zhishu hummed a little tune and opened a cup of milk tea while waiting. It was so delicious that she felt like she could fly, and her heart finally brightened up.

She thought that even if the minor villain wasn't here, she would still be happy to patronize the shop. Only five minutes had passed when the silver Maserati landed in front of the small store.

The driver got out of the car and carefully carried the "heavy" milk tea into the car. Song Zhishu suddenly seemed to remember something and naturally waved to the kitchen staff: "I want to buy this shop and hand it over to you to run. You should think about it first."

After saying that, without giving anyone time to think, she got into the car gracefully, holding a parasol.

The two people in the kitchen:………

"Honey, are the Watashis trying to latch onto Sensei's coattails?!"

"……Um--."

Meanwhile, the gloomy boy standing at the cashier stared sadly at the door: Couldn't someone else come and give him a little more practice?