After a part-time job at Ke Xue World went wrong

In front of Chen Fang's dazzling shelves, Naoya stretched out his fingers to count the new products in front of him.

"Hello, where is the XXL number?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

A bunch of purple lightning flashed in the dark, Zhi Ye's face froze instantly, he turned his head hesitantly, and looked at the person who asked.

In front of the shelf, the boy was wearing a white hat, holding a wooden tennis racket, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised. He seemed to be looking down at people with disdain. Maybe his natural personality was so rebellious.

"It's available at the front desk, and there are all kinds of flavors." Zhi Ye upholds the service attitude of an excellent employee, and is eager to provide customers with the best service experience. He especially emphasized the word "taste" so that the young man might not notice it.

"Front desk?" Hearing Naoya's words, the young man's face changed instantly, and immediately redness rose from his neck to his cheeks, and a steam beep sounded from the top of his head. He was not yet stupid, so he naturally knew what was on the front desk, not to mention There is also light and thin written there...

The boy stared at Naoya in front of him with glaring eyes, a cluster of burning flames burst out from the cat's eyes, the racket that was about to break subconsciously increased strength in his hand, and a crack spread from both sides of the handle.

pat!

The racket handle fell off.

"?" Zhi Ye turned his head to the side, and followed the sound, the boy was holding the racket and hadn't left yet, it seemed that an invisible oppressive atmosphere was engulfing his head.

"...It's really far away."

The cat-eyed boy sighed, picked up the handle of the racket on the ground, raised his head to look at Naoya who was arranging things, and did not speak for a long time.

For a long time, I have forgotten that there is still a person, and there is no voice to speak during this period.

Zhi also sorted out the last two new products. These are the orphan products left over from the sale in the morning. They have to be set aside for the evening and then displayed to make up for the types of food that the white-collar workers come to forage for after get off work.

The counting board in his hand finally recorded the last hook, and he climbed down the ladder, intending to ask the form to be handed over to the warehouse, and then wait for the person on the evening shift to complete the work ahead of time. During the remaining two hours, just wait Just touch the fish at the front desk.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the person who hadn't left yet. With one hand on the front desk, the cat-eyed boy posed in an elegant but boring pose. The racket in his hand was very flexible, with his fingers against the top of the racket and twisted. Moving, the racket spun round and round rapidly.

Naoya held the form in his hand and walked straight towards the front desk. He put the form on the front desk, as if the cat-eyed boy's behavior was not unusual in a convenience store.

Of course, unless you meet a customer wearing black silk, or the convenience store encounters a previously unknown catastrophe.

"You haven't left yet?" Naoya's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The cat-eyed boy's eyes flashed, and he raised the racket in his hand, as if he was going to pass the racket to Naoya.

"Can you fix it?"

Naoya frowned, thinking that the boy was betting on a big adventure with his friends, so he immediately refused.

"I don't know how to repair this kind of thing, why don't you find a sports equipment supermarket?"

Naoya recommended: "Turn right outside the door, there is a small racket room two streets away, and there are people who specialize in racket repairs."

He couldn't help praising himself for his kindness. This month, he couldn't delay the customer's affairs and deduct the employee's points once more, otherwise the next month's perfect attendance award would be useless.

The cat-eyed boy lowered the brim of his hat, stretched out his hand to put the racket on the front desk, and ran out of the door quickly.

"Hey! Guest! Your racket!??"

The cat-eyed boy's back gradually turned into black dots, and quickly disappeared in Naoya's eyes, like a wind came and then left, rolling up a field of residual leaves, as if leaving useless traces in time.

On the front desk, there was an extra tattered wooden racket.

It's time to get off work, and when my colleagues see this racket, they can't help but say, "Zaoye, I really can't see that you can play tennis!"

Recently, tennis has rolled up a wave of honey around here, and countless people are crazy about it and cheered all night.

When leaving the store, his colleague was holding a tattered racket and told him not to give up his dream, but Zhi Ye was stunned, so he had to take the racket and take on the honeydew dream, hesitating whether he should walk towards the trash can.

But when he turned around, his colleague paused when he was pumping up the air in the transparent glass window. He was supposed to walk towards the door of the store where the sorting trash cans were placed, but finally he turned in the opposite direction.

When I see that cat-eyed boy again, return this racket to him.

The reason why tennis became popular, Naoya was confused for a moment, holding the racket and walking home.

Standing in front of the door of the house, Zhi Ye held the key and remained motionless, daring to open the door for a long time.

"Crack!"

The door opened by itself.

A voice came from the door: "Come in quickly, have you stood outside the door for so long, have you forgotten how to open it?"

Zhi Ye took a deep breath, pushed open the door, his eyes froze for a moment, the decoration inside the door changed again... If there is any change, it can only be said that it is closer to Hefeng. There are three doors, and each door has a different ornate pattern.

A person was lying on the inside of the door, with one hand lowered on his forehead, seaweed-like hair slanted down, and he was wearing a black-purple kimono.

Renjian Yindao raised his eyes, and saw that Zhi standing in front of the door was also motionless. He squinted and smiled and said, "What's wrong with you? Do you like this style very much? I even changed your bed."

When he got up in the morning, Naoya could no longer kick him out of bed.

Naoya snapped back to his senses, quickly took off his shoes in front of the entrance, and immediately walked towards the only bed. Sure enough, the original small wooden bed was replaced by two sleeping beds next to each other.

The small wooden bed, the landlord specifically stated that he would damage the furniture at will without knowing it.

Tears welled up in the corners of Naoya's eyes, and Zhizhi slid and knelt down in front of the two sleeping bunks, supporting himself with his hands on the ground. The whole person would not be defeated by fate, but could still hold on with a strong consciousness!

"Oh, it looks like you like this style very much. I will throw away the refrigerator tomorrow to save space."

Renjian Yindao nodded, and looked at the home he had worked so hard to arrange with great satisfaction. After all, if the two of them want to live together in the future, at least they should feel like home!

As soon as he heard the word 'refrigerator', Zhi Ye quickly got up from the ground, and he grabbed Ren Jianyin Dao's front.

"Bastard! That's the landlord's house. You're dead, you bastard. Where did you throw the bed?"

The rent will be collected tomorrow, and before the landlord comes to inspect the home, I have to find a way to get the lost bed back, otherwise who knows if the money will be deducted! !

When I need money the most, I can't wait to kill this bastard, and I also understand the meaning of the word "adding frost". Although I haven't studied for a few years, I can understand the meaning through actual experience. Words, in the cold winter season, the few fabrics left will be soaked by cold frost, and wrapped in wet clothes in the cold season, it is too miserable!

"To, to be..." Renjian Yindao made a weak voice.

Naoya glared: "Bastard! Stop pretending!"

The author has something to say:

It's very cold tonight.

Tears fell, I didn't write very well!

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