Chapter 1 The King of Youthful Foot Washing Will Not Meet the Cello Girl
The boy in front of him, who looked like a high school student, had been sizing him up for half an hour.
Even though he ordered the luxurious package of "Recalling Youthful Memories - High School Uniform Gold Medal Massage" for 699, the woman was still a little frightened by the burning gaze.
However, this guy is obviously a high school student, why did he spend so much money to see the uniforms? Didn't he see enough at school? The 24-year-old female teacher No. 7 was originally quite confident in pretending to be a high school girl, but now that she has met a real high school student, she suddenly feels that her career has been challenged as never before.
Judging from the other person's face, there is a high probability that he has played with a real girl.
I won't have to do math problems for myself later, will I? I only went to vocational high school, which is not that high.
“Why do this?”
"ah?"
"You look pretty, why do you want to do this?" the boy asked.
“My father became addicted to gambling when I was very young”
The woman spoke skillfully.
"Pi addiction is not okay."
The boy didn't buy her trick and interrupted her.
"Won't it affect your grades?"
"I'm not a high school student, I'm a cosplayer. I don't have grades, only achievements."
"But there will be people gossiping about you, right? If I take you back, I will not only have to explain it to my relatives and friends, but I will also have to consider how to eliminate the negative impact of this dark history."
The woman was sweating profusely after hearing this.
What he said was very clear. Could this guy be going to marry him? At such a young age, he already had a heart of redemption.
However, judging from his appearance, it's not impossible.
"Will it be difficult to pursue other careers in the future? For example, if you become famous after your debut, and someone finds out that you used to clean feet, they will definitely leave comments saying things like 'A geisha left over by a businessman, but you treat her like a treasure'."
The boy analyzed it seriously, "If I have to say the benefits, it is that people will pay more money to wash their feet with you in the future, but if I have that money, why wouldn't I go for it?"
"Fuck, you are fucking sick!"
The woman's defense was broken.
She felt like she was being made fun of. It was embarrassing enough to wear the school uniform, and now she was being humiliated by a high school student.
"I'm not doing it anymore! Your mother should stop washing your feet than you, go wash your fucking brain!"
The woman stood up angrily and was about to leave.
"Then return my 699."
"It's a 70-minute project, and I washed you for 40 minutes. You still want to withdraw?"
"Then refund me 400 and give me a 399 coupon. I know there is one. I just saw it at the front desk." The boy said seriously.
“.”
Holding the coupon, Lin Tian walked out of the SPA.
It had just rained heavily and there was still water on the street.
Looking at the [Almighty Producer] system in front of him, he sighed.
In the end, there is still no suitable candidate.
Lin Tian, who had been traveling through a parallel world for 18 years and had planned to live a simple life, was bound to a system called Almighty Producer last week.
This system cannot be used by oneself, and must be bound to a female [partner] to activate it.
By training his partner to become an "idol" admired by the world, Lin Tian can improve his own attributes and obtain various rewards from his previous life works - novels, music, comics, scripts and the like.
However, although Lin Tian has a face that countless men envy, he has almost no luck with the opposite sex due to his frugal campus life.
Right now, it’s not that easy to find a girl to bind yourself to.
As a last resort, Lin Tiancai thought of trying the foot massage parlor.
After all, a foot massage parlor is a place where all men can have direct access to beautiful women at a relatively low cost.
But unfortunately, a foot washer is just a foot washer after all.
Even if she were to wear her idol's clothes, she would probably just rack her brains to come up with a foot massage package with a "handshake meeting ends with a plot-oriented pal-stage costume gold-medal massage."
It turns out that this matter cannot be rushed.
If he accidentally tied himself to the wrong partner, Lin Tian would have to spend the rest of his life as a lobby manager.
What manager are you asking about? Of course, it is the lobby manager of Jinzu Impression, the mentor of many gold medal beauty technicians, Mr. Lin Tian, known as the "King of Foot Washing". Although he has the system, he still chooses to shine in the foot washing business. After his death, he is worthy of being enshrined in the Taimiao and enjoying the incense for a thousand years.
Unfortunately, Lin Tian, who is now a senior high school student, has no interest in washing feet.
After coming out of the foot massage parlor, it was already dark and Lin Tian took the subway home.
Lin Tian lives alone in a cheap rental house in an old neighborhood. Although the environment is a bit shabby, the location is not bad.
It is located on the second ring road of the city, six subway stations away from the school and only a few kilometers away from the city center. It is perfect for a day student like him.
The apartment building is next to the street, and on the first floor is a coffee shop with a very artistic decoration.
In order to save a few steps, Lin Tian usually goes straight through the coffee shop.
The shop owner is an elderly man named Gan. He has white hair but always looks energetic.
The old man knew that Lin Tian lived alone. Every time Lin Tian came home from school, he would greet him with a smile and ask about Lin Tian's life. During holidays, he would also give Lin Tian some cakes and homemade wine.
Lin Tian was very grateful for this.
Even though he has never had the habit of drinking coffee, he would often buy a cup when he got home in the evening, although most of the time the uncle would not charge him.
In the evening, when Lin Tian returned to the coffee shop, he unexpectedly found that the lights in the store were off and the door was closed.
It's only nine o'clock. You got off work so early today? Lin Tian was a little surprised.
On weekdays, the coffee shop closes at 11:30, but in reality, this time is never earlier than later. One time, Lin Tian came back at three in the morning and the shop was still open.
There must be something wrong.
Lin Tian didn't think much about it. He approached the glass door and took a look inside.
Just then, the door opened from the inside.
A girl carrying a cello came out and bumped into Lin Tian.
The girl had a plain face, wore the same high school uniform as herself, and had her hair tied in a neat ponytail.
But for some reason, his eyes were dead.
Seeing Lin Tian, the girl trembled her lips slightly: "What's the matter?"
"Where's Mr. Gan?"
"He's not here. I'm in charge of the store today."
"Who are you?"
"His granddaughter."
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"oh."
"Um."
After their brief conversation, the girl walked straight past Lin Tian, with the cello bag behind her rubbing against Lin Tian's shoulder.
The girl threw a bag of garbage into a trash can on the roadside, then turned back into the store and locked the door.
Looking at the girl's back, Lin Tian was a little confused.
How could he not know that Grandpa Gan had a granddaughter who went to the same high school as him? But to be honest, it was usually Grandpa who cared about his life, and he did not seem to care about Grandpa's family situation.
I was thinking of asking if I could borrow the road from the coffee shop.
But seeing the girl's cold expression, Lin Tian gave up.
I feel like communication will be difficult.
Walking into the community gate, Lin Tian went up to the apartment building. He lived in room 603.
The country has regulations that elevators must be installed above the sixth floor, so most of the buildings in these old communities are six stories high.
When he reached the 6th floor, he saw the figure again.
The girl was sitting on the railing wall in the corridor outside Room 603, carrying a heavy cello on her back.
The white legs have already flown into the air.
What is he doing, blowing the wind? Or looking for a lost kitten? He can't be committing suicide, right?
The girl turned her head and saw Lin Tian.
"Can you please not die in front of my house?"
Lin Tian asked.
"good."
The girl on the railing wall moved gently from 603 to the opposite side of 602.
"It makes no difference. How about you change to another floor?"
"If you fall down, you may not die."
"Head down is fine."
Lin Tian thought about it and realized that in this case, she would have to tie the cello to her head, but she definitely couldn’t do it alone, so she needed help.
Then when he goes home and looks in the mirror, he will see 1-0-0 on his head.
"On the rooftop?"
"The rooftop is locked and I don't have the key."
"The padlock opens when you pull it down. It's not locked."
"oh."
The girl suddenly realized.
She slowly turned around, then slowly put her feet down and jumped off the low wall.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Lin Tian nodded, took out the key and prepared to open the door.
At this moment, the girl seemed to remember something.
I just walked up a few steps and then walked down again.
"By the way, could you please keep this for me?"
The girl took off the cello bag from her back.
"I'm afraid that won't work. Sorry." Lin Tian refused.
"Okay." The girl said with some regret, "Good night then."
"You too, goodnight."
After saying that, the girl went upstairs to the rooftop, and Lin Tian also opened the door and returned to the inner room.
Lin Tian opened the refrigerator and took out the hand-brewed iced coffee that had been stored for who knows how many days. He lay on the sofa, turned on the computer, and planned to enjoy the leisurely time before taking a bath.
However, a minute passed.
Lin Tian gradually felt that something seemed to be wrong.
Wait, is she really dead?
(End of this chapter)