YM778.TV Chapter 91: 037 Longsword Incident (Update at noon tomorrow)_1
Chapter 91: 037 Longsword Incident (Update at noon tomorrow)_1
He embraced the longsword and involuntarily took a step back.
“Why are you running?” The girl beside Chen Wei kicked him.
The boy’s hand shook, and the longsword he was holding almost fell.
Chen Wei raised her hand and simply passed her hand over the sword he was embracing: “Let me hold it for you.”
“Th-thank you…” The boy’s hand trembled as he handed the longsword to Chen Wei.
Chen Wei took the longsword, drew it out to look at it, and made a few gestures with it, snorting coldly, “He likes this sort of thing?”
Her voice was chilly.
“What are you still looking at? Don’t you hurry up and leave?” the tall and strong girl by her side kicked him once more.
The boy staggered away as if fleeing.
“What’s wrong?” Xun Qian looked at his flustered appearance, surprised.
“No, nothing.” The boy shook his head frantically.
Xun Qian narrowed her eyes at his retreating figure, finding it strange.
Outside, Pu Xiaohan handed two tickets to Bai Lian.
This time, it was said that there would be sponsors present, and the school, fearing any mishaps at the event, had limited the number of outsiders in the auditorium.
Bai Lian was to take the number 12 bus to the next stop’s library, and Pu Xiaohan accompanied her to the bus stop.
While passing the street corner, Zhang Shize’s mother suddenly peered out from the flower shop, “Xiaohan, Yang Lin isn’t with you today?”
“She’s at the milk tea shop.” Pu Xiaohan and Bai Lian stopped.
“Then, could you give her this flower for me? That boy, Zhang Shize, said he seemed to have caused her trouble today,” Zhang Shize’s mother hastily came out with a fresh lily, closing the door to the flower shop, “The flowerbed people are rushing me. I can’t wait for her to finish work today!”
“Of course, Auntie.” Pu Xiaohan took the lily.
Yang Lin always came here to buy a lily on Fridays.
Zhang Shize’s mother knew she liked lilies and had specially reserved the most beautiful one for her today.
“You go ahead,” Pu Xiaohan touched her nose and handed the flower to Bai Lian, “I’m afraid classmate Yang Lin might not accept it.”
Other than from Bai Lian, Pu Xiaohan hadn’t seen Yang Lin accept anything from anyone else.
Bai Lian glanced at the elegant lily in Pu Xiaohan’s hand. The flower was snow-white and uniquely shaped like a trumpet, with fresh droplets rolling down, and the green stems stood tall and graceful.
It was pure, beautiful, and refined.
“Okay.” She reached out to take it.
It was now the peak time after school, and the milk tea shop was still quite crowded.
“I heard the milk tea shop changed owners, and both the milk tea and pastries here are superb. Many people come here for them,” commented Pu Xiaohan.
Bai Lian:
Yang Lin, dressed in the milk tea shop’s yellow jacket and wearing a mask, was making milk tea for someone.
Just as she handed a cup of milk tea to a customer, a lily was stuffed into her hand.
“Why are you looking at me?” Bai Lian slowly drew out her earphones, put them on, and raised an eyebrow, “It’s from Zhang Shize’s mother for you.”
Pu Xiaohan was amazed.
As they were about to leave, she suddenly heard Yang Lin say softly, “Wait a minute.”
Yang Lin rarely spoke. Her voice was both faint and light, and Pu Xiaohan almost thought she had imagined it.
About five minutes later.
Yang Lin handed them two cups of milk tea, bowing her head and whispering, “The owner here doubled my salary, and the cost of the milk tea will be deducted from it.”
Moreover, the pastry chef at the milk tea shop would give Yang Lin some pastries that hadn’t sold each day to take home.
Yang Lin turned and went back to continue working.
With several employees hired by the owner, her three-hour part-time job every day wasn’t hectic; she even had time to study vocabulary.
“I want a rainbow mousse cake…” The middle-aged woman listed off a string of names.
Yang Lin went to the back to get the cake.
The pastry chef had already taken a break; he removed the cap from his head, glanced at Yang Lin, and waved his hand: “Tell them the cakes are sold out.”
After saying that, he turned neatly, packed the two remaining cakes on the back counter into plastic bags, tied them up, and casually tossed them onto the workbench, “These are waste; remember to take them home when you close, or toss them in the trash if you don’t eat them.”
Hanging up his white coat, he took his phone and left through the back door.
Yang Lin also heard him muttering under his breath, “Damn, where did I offend him to be dispatched here making cakes for five hours a day? I don’t like making cakes anymore, I hate making cakes…”
Two tickets, one for Jiang He and one that Bai Lian would take home to Ji Heng.
By the time she arrived at the library by bus,
Ming Dongheng and Chief Chen were there with Jiang He at the entrance to the library.
When Bai Lian arrived, Chief Chen, while smoking, complained to Ming Dongheng, “I finally managed to arrange to meet him yesterday, but his subordinate tells me he’s fixing an old lady’s gate? Tell me, how ridiculous is that?”