In the music series, the male protagonist writes a self-help manual for the inner world

What caught my eye was a familiar man in a suit.

Liang raised his head and looked at the man with a look of confusion.

"Why are you the only boy wearing a butler uniform? The others are all girls."

“Because the gender ratio is so unbalanced.”

Chen Xinghua said as he walked inside, "Two guests, please take a seat over here."

"By the way, Liang, do you have any money? Just to let you know in advance, if you don't have any money, you can wash the dishes instead."

The blue-haired girl gave the man a thumbs-up towards his back.

"It's okay, I brought Hongxia with me."

Suddenly, the blue-haired girl felt a chill, as if a ferocious hungry beast was behind her, grabbing her shoulders with sharp claws.

"Liang, am I your Rainbow Summer Wallet?"

The demon's voice came from behind her.

"I will never borrow money from anyone again."

Even at this critical moment, Liang still maintained a calm expression.

"Then please take a seat."

Chen Xinghua dragged out two chairs and placed the exquisite hand-drawn menu on the table.

After Hongxia and Liang sat down, he took out a small notebook and a black ballpoint pen from his pocket.

"Excuse me, my two guests, what would you like to order?"

A slight sound of sliding doors came from outside, and a girl with heterochromic eyes came in.

It is well known that cats have the amazing ability to smell their owners and then find their presence.

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Chapter 223 Is there a Matcha Buffy?

Liang put down the menu, leaned on the table, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you have a heart-shaped omelet rice?"

"We have omurice."

Chen Xinghua glanced at Liang, then replied, "...you can draw a heart on it with ketchup."

This should be the heart-shaped omelet rice.

"Tsk, where's that omurice with the delicious spell inside? ...One for me, please."

The corners of Liang's mouth, which were already upturned, rose a little more, as if showing the ill intentions of its owner.

"This isn't a maid shop, so we only have standard omurice."

Chen Xinghua looked at Hong Xia helplessly.

Hong Xia's red pupils moved to the right, taking Chen Xinghua's entire body into her sight.

Come to think of it, it turns out he doesn't always wear that plain tracksuit... He occasionally wears other clothes.

"Don't wear the same outfit all the time. Dress up once in a while."

Hong Xia curled her lips and complained softly, "...and Pochi-chan too."

The same goes for Pochi-chan, who likes to wear the same clothes all the time just like him.

I can only say... they are truly childhood sweethearts.

Chen Xinghua immediately shifted his gaze away from Hong Xia.

Why did she have to divert herself? As if she had noticed something worth complaining about, Hong Xia's complaints swung as violently as the yellow triangle of ahoge on her head.

"The service industry must have a service spirit, and the customer is God."

The smirk on Liang's face grew even wider.

"No."

Chen Xinghua still insists on his own ideas.

After a moment of silence, Liang let out a helpless sigh.

"I see. Then two plates of ordinary omurice will be fine."

"Two plates of omurice... a total of 1,000 yen."

As Chen Xinghua spoke, he held the pen and prepared to write a few lines of small black words on the paper.

But a somewhat panicked young girl "shop assistant" next to him tugged at his clothes, interrupting his action.

"what happened?"

Chen Xinghua turned and looked at his classmates.

"Over there...that person wants to order matcha parfait...but we don't have matcha parfait."

The young "shop assistant" was a little at a loss.

Since most of the funds were spent on clothing, Class 2, Grade 1 did not prepare too many dishes.

Matcha parfait is undoubtedly on the list of unprepared dishes.

"I'll go and have a look."

Chen Xinghua handed the small notebook in his hand to the young "shop assistant".

"Take this backstage first."

After taking the small notebook handed over by Chen Xinghua, the young girl "shop assistant" ran to the backstage almost at a jog.

After blinking hard and perking himself up, Chen Xinghua looked in the direction the young "shopkeeper" had just left.

What caught my eye was a familiar-looking white-haired girl, sitting upright on a chair, shaking her legs with some dissatisfaction.

However, her attire didn't match her height or the childishness of her face; instead, it looked somewhat mature. Looking up, she saw a black shirt with a few holes in it.

Looking down, there is a pair of high-top Martin boots paired with one high and one short black fishnet stockings. But in today's hot climate, one can't help but wonder how much girlish flavor this suffocating combination will add to the black fishnet stockings.

"Matcha Buffy."

Yao Lenai swung her legs and spoke in a hurried tone.

Walking up to Yao Lenai, Chen Xinghua pointed outside and said, "They don't sell matcha parfaits here... but they do sell them outside. Come out this way, turn left, and you'll see a stall selling matcha parfaits."

"Two thousand yen each."

"So... no matcha parfait?"

Kaname lowered her head, and her cute little face fell.

"Ugh……"

Chen Xinghua sighed, "If you have patience, just sit here and wait. I'll be done soon, and it will only take another two...an hour and a half."

"If you're impatient, go straight out now, turn left, and you can buy the matcha parfait."

Upon hearing this, Yao Lenai stood up instantly like a cat that had sniffed catnip, staring straight at Chen Xinghua, as if asking him whether this was true or false?

Of course it’s true. Chen Xinghua nodded.

But speaking of it, why is it that Lenai can always touch me accurately?

Not only this time, but also last time.

Is her sense of smell as sharp as a dog's? But cats seem to have a keen sense of smell as well. Chen Xinghua narrowed his eyes and pondered this seemingly unimportant question.

Hong Xia was sitting comfortably on the chair, but due to the influence of physical theorems, she couldn't hear clearly what Chen Xinghua and Yao Lenai were talking about.

But seeing Rana lying quietly on the table, Hongxia couldn't help but shudder. It seemed that something extremely bad had happened here for Pochi-chan.

What if Pochi-chan was raped by the yellow-haired girl outside the band... Hongxia shook her head vigorously, throwing out the image of Pochi-chan hiding in the quilt and crying in a cowardly manner from her mind.

"Liang, does Xinghua know the girl with white hair over there?"

She turned her head to the side, waiting for her friend's response.

"Well...he attracts a lot of girls' attention."

Liang frowned, and he became serious for once. "Will he marry a rich woman in the future?"

In that case, he might become even richer.

"After all, rich women are very competitive in love."

"Don't think of love as something materialistic."

Hong Xia sarcastically complained, "It's not that whoever is richer is more likely to marry his beloved."

Pochi-chan, you have to work hard so that your childhood sweetheart won't be snatched away by a woman outside the band.

"Besides...childhood sweethearts don't necessarily become losers."

Are you talking about Pochi-chan? Based on the information he had, Ryo quickly narrowed down the scope of the screening.

After all, Hong Xia’s social circle only has a few people.

After entering the two keywords "childhood sweetheart" and "loser", it becomes easier to find out what Hong Xia is talking about.

"Where's Pochi-chan?"

Liang folded the hand-drawn menu and put it aside.

"Why haven't I seen her?"

Chen Xinghua walked over and pointed in the direction of the backstage, then said helplessly: "Be a kitchen helper in the backstage."

Because Goto Ichiri is really not suitable for doing front desk work that requires dealing with social issues.

"After all, as you all know, Ichiri's personality is a bit..."

Kaname Lenai held up her face and silently looked at Chen Xinghua who was talking to Liang.

There were traces of strange emotions flickering in her heterochromatic pupils, one blue on the left and one yellow on the right.

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Chapter 224: Isn’t it just a Shura field?

At this moment, outside the door, there was a staggering, energetic red-haired girl who hurriedly passed by the passers-by around her.

"Excuse me, please move aside, please move aside."

Because her own class also had to perform a program for the school festival, Kita Ikuyo had only just finished her class work and was able to take the time to go to Class 2, Grade 1.

I must not miss my senior's butler uniform. Kita Ikuyo kept an eye on the obstacles ahead, whether they had already appeared or were about to appear, while silently praying in her heart.

After all, she rarely saw her senior wearing anything other than that simple tracksuit.

In her haste, she inevitably brushed past a lady with purple hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you."

Feeling the power coming from his side, Yutenji Wakami looked at Kita Ikuyo with some curiosity.

This girl looks very anxious. Where is she going?

"It's ok."

"That's good."

Kita Ikuyo breathed a sigh of relief.

After seeing that Yutenji Wakami was safe and sound, Kita Ikuyo turned around and walked a few steps to the door of Class 2, Grade 1.

She pushed open the door and walked in quickly.

But what she didn't notice was that Yutenji Wakamai walked to the door she had opened with some curiosity and looked inside curiously.

The first people to enter Yutenji Ruomai's eyes were a group of girls wearing neutral butler uniforms.

She knew this, it was role-playing, right?