"Why is the salary 27,000 yen? Did the store manager send it by mistake? I should only have 26,250 yen." The girl who opened the envelope, counted the amount, looked at Aikawa Yusheng with confusion, and tried to figure it out.
He found the answer here.
Straight and smooth black hair, clear and doubtful big eyes, lips that are just the right size, a beautiful face, and a faint fragrance.
"You calculated it based on the hourly salary of 1,750 yen. That is the regular route, and you were recommended by me personally, so the salary is the same as mine, 1,800 yen per hour, twenty-seven thousand, that's right."
Matsuura Ryuji was not on the first floor. Aikawa Yusheng also opened the envelope and showed the amount of money in his hand to the girl to verify his statement.
"Oh~ I see."
Bai Xianzhuo carefully put the money back into the envelope, folded it and put it into the pocket on the inside of her skirt. Bai Xianzhuo picked up the broom in the gift shop and started cleaning.
"Bai Xian, why don't you get off work yet?" The time on the clock already showed 6:07, Aikawa Yusheng asked, "You are not active after get off work, and you have a problem with your thinking."
The girl didn't seem to hear, and was busy cleaning the floor.
"Baixian?" Aikawa Yusheng raised his head and asked again.
"Ah? Um, oh." The girl suddenly raised her head, and three modal particles came out from her lips, "I'll finish cleaning first."
"Is there anything else you can help me with?" the girl asked after the ground became clean and she and Yusei Aikawa greeted a few guests.
"No, go back and rest early. The store manager doesn't give overtime pay for this kind of overtime work, and I can handle it on my own." Aikawa Yusheng shook his head.
The time is already close to 6:20.
"Then I'll leave first?"
"See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
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I am not active after get off work and have problems with my thinking.
At six fifty-nine, Aikawa Yusheng stood at the door of the locker room, and his dark and bright eyes were staring at the door of the gift shop.
Don't let anyone come, don't come, people can come, come after seven o'clock!
Aikawa Yusheng activates the 'jutsu' - the prayers of ordinary people.
"bell--"
The wind chimes played Aikawa Yusheng's heartbreaking music, fifty-nine minutes and thirty seconds. This guest really knew how to choose the time. He sighed, put on a gentle smile, and Aikawa Yusheng walked towards the door.
"Welcome to grandmoto gift shop, what type of gifts do you plan to choose, and do you have any needs?
Eh? Bai Xianzhuo? Why are you back? Did you leave anything behind?"
What appeared at the door was not any other guest, but the girl who had left more than half an hour ago.
The breeze blowing in from the door gently lifted her hair, and the warm yellow light in the store illuminated the girl's side face softly and slightly red.
A beautiful and delicate little flower.
"Are you off work, Aikawa?"
Aikawa Yusheng raised his head and glanced at the clock. It was seven thirty-two seconds, okay, it’s time to get off work!
"get off work."
The girl walked straight towards him, with an inexplicable aura of burning the boat.
At that moment, Aikawa Yusheng seriously thought about whether he had offended her in some way.
Is there a bomb buried in the strawberry basket she is carrying?
Do you want to run away?
The distance between the two people was not too far, so while she was thinking, the girl walked up to Aikawa Yusheng, bringing with her a pleasant fragrance.
Bai Xianzhuo reached out and grabbed the apron Aikawa Yusheng was wearing and pulled him to the dressing room.
"So what's going on?" asked Aikawa Yusheng who didn't know what was going on. However, the girl didn't answer and just dragged herself to the locker room. Aikawa Yusheng had no choice but to restrain his subconscious strength and follow behind.
Frame, click.
The locker room door was locked.
The girl was facing the door, with her back to Aikawa Yusheng, and the only sound of the girl's slightly heavy breathing circulated in the quiet dressing room.
Just looking at the straight back, Aikawa Yusheng could feel the rise and fall of the girl's chest due to her breathing.
"...So, what happened?"
Aikawa Yusheng, who had no idea what was happening, asked weakly.
The girl turned her head, glanced at him like a dragonfly, and quickly dodged away. Unexpectedly, her face was covered with clouds, and her small and exquisite ears were even more colorful, as if she was lightly touching her fingers.
It will also be dyed red.
The girl remained silent, sitting on the sofa in the dressing room, and gently pulled up her school uniform skirt.
The sound of friction between skirt and thigh was particularly clear in the small dressing room.
Aikawa Yusheng rubbed his eyebrows, he finally knew what happened.
The ankles are slender, the calves are long and delicate, and the thighs are plump and round.
Under the skirt, the originally smooth and well-proportioned legs were covered with a layer of light black at some point, tightly binding the round nephrite.
Knees that are brought together form a graceful curve.
As the skirt continued to be pulled up, the black color finally spread to the middle of the thigh and stopped.
Here, the rich light and white form a dividing line, and under the action of pressure, a slightly raised arc is drawn at the junction.
This will only make the girl's legs look plump.
Because the long skirt itself had no ankles, she must not have worn safety pants. Therefore, after the girl pulled it up to this part, she kept holding the hem of the skirt tightly with her hands, and her originally white thighs turned a little white again.
With the other hand, he picked up a strawberry that seemed to have had its leaves picked outside. Likewise, the fingers holding the stem turned white with force.
I'm worried that my hands may be slippery and I'll crush the strawberries.
First, the breath sound when speaking slowly sounded, and then the girl struggled to say the words that were not very clear:
"Lie down... lie down, Bunny... Bunny girl really can't do this. This is already the limit of the limit."
The sound is very low, except for the first one which is slightly louder. In such a quiet environment, the following content is almost inaudible.
The girl's eyes were slightly closed, she turned her face to look at the wall, her lips were pursed tightly, and her expression clearly revealed her nervousness.
If a photo was taken at this time, everyone would think that Aikawa Yusheng was coercing this poor and beautiful girl into doing something bad.
Aikawa Yusheng pinched his eyebrows nervously.
I forgot that this girl is a girl who would force herself to put on makeup if she said, "Girls shouldn't be bare-faced."
Bai Xianzhuo obviously took his ridicule seriously.
"Bai Xian-san, is it possible? I mean it's possible. I was joking with you just now." Aikawa Yusheng thought about the words.
"Bai Xian-san?" Since there was no response, Aikawa Yusheng called the girl's name again.
"Ah?" The girl looked up in confusion.
Looking at Bai Xianzhuo's expression, Aikawa Yusheng probably knew that she didn't hear a word of what he just said because of her nervousness, so he had to repeat it again.
"I'm not that gangster." Yusei Aikawa said, pinching the bridge of his nose to express his helplessness.
"Ah?" Bai Xianzhuo was still stunned for a while, and then his brain began to work hard to digest the information.
"Don't be so stupid next time," Aikawa Yusheng smiled and shook his head, "It seems that I have to pay attention to the wording when I talk to you in the future.
Let’s go, let’s go to the subway station together after get off work. The basket of strawberries is quite heavy, so I’ll help you carry it.”
Hanging the apron on the wall, Aikawa Yusheng asked.
Although Aikawa Yusheng did not need to go to the subway station himself, since they left the gift shop together, it was just a matter of effort to send the girl to the subway station.
In addition, Aikawa Yusheng also wants to know how she changed into black stockings.
"Then...do you want to lie down?"
He stretched out his hand to open the locked door when a girl asked from behind.