I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 86

 

[CH.86] Re:Zero – Starting Life in Another World

 

After the heavy rain in the morning, the air was quite fresh. In a daze, I was awakened from my sleep by the alarm, listening to various crisp bird calls outside the window. For a moment, I thought I had entered a different world.

 

“Mmm…,” I muttered.

 

With a messy mane of long hair, I sat up and glanced at the hazy sky outside the window. It felt so comfortable. I wasn’t sure if it was the excellent self-regulating ability of my body after turning into a loli, or if the good air and beautiful natural scenery in this old neighborhood had a positive effect on my body. This night, I slept unusually sweetly.

 

Moreover, it seemed that I dreamt of many scenes where the past heroes and the Miss Grim Reaper were together—although I mostly didn’t remember them.

 

In the dream, the hero of the otherworld was an ordinary human whose parents, relatives, friends, siblings, and even the entire village were destroyed by the “Demon King.” During the wandering process, he encountered a little demon who had also lost its homeland to the destruction of the Demon King, shivering in the ruins. The two of them began to wander together.

 

The Demon King, who possessed some unknown power, was very powerful, and his mentality was like that of a wild beast, causing destruction everywhere. Every time the hero and the adopted little demon found a place to rest after a long journey, nearby, a demon army would emerge and turn the place into hell.

 

Fortunately, the hero and his little demon companion were relatively lucky, repeatedly escaping the pursuit of the Demon King.

 

The hero wasn’t initially called a hero, he traveled to many places with the little demon, visited many countries, and saved many people before the title of “hero” spread. Many people at the time firmly believed that this person could save the world and defeat the Demon King.

 

The story gave me a somewhat cliché feeling, overall quite plain, belonging to the type of plot that would be heavily criticized on any contemporary online literature platform.

 

There is no… grand and elaborate setting like most online novels, anime, or movies. The hero is just an ordinary person, skilled in ordinary magic and sword techniques. There are no extraordinary encounters, no divine artifacts, and no “system” that starts with a “ding” and makes the protagonist unbeatable. Of course, perhaps this is because I lack related memories.

 

Currently, I can only occasionally dream of scenes from other worlds at night. Moreover, memories related to these dreams are often deleted by my brain upon waking up, leaving me with only the author’s instincts about the story – a plot that would likely flop if written as a book.

 

Ah… right, today I also have to get up early to work at the café. After staring blankly on the small bed for a few minutes, reminiscing about last night’s dreams, I stretched lazily, turned off the alarm clock next to me, and checked the time.

 

Exactly seven o’clock.

 

Yesterday, when I came back in the newly built car of the ex-owner of Yae-do, I quietly remembered the route. The distance from the map’s “Take a car to the Starry Garden Community from the Upcoming Cat Cafe” is 2 kilometers, but if walking ignoring the terrain, the straight-line distance is not that far.

 

The straight-line distance is about the same as when I usually walk from the previous apartment to the opposite side of the road, pass through the urban village, and then enter the commercial street to find the supermarket. For an adult, it would take about twenty minutes, but now I am a little girl, so with a discount, maybe half an hour.

 

Waking up at seven, leaving twenty minutes for breakfast, ten minutes to eat breakfast, half an hour would be enough.

 

This is the calculation for walking to work. Anyway, walking won’t get stuck in traffic, and the bus won’t be delayed. If it were a few years ago when I had to take the bus to work, a half-hour journey, I would definitely not dare to leave only half an hour in advance. Buses, as a means of transportation, can be delayed.

 

There might be traffic, and it’s also possible that if a few tourist groups arrive in the city, even if the vehicles are at the station, you might not be able to get on the bus. So, if I take the bus, I would at least double the time for the commute. For example, if it takes thirty minutes to get to the company by bus, I would go to the station one hour in advance.

 

The company has a full attendance system, usually with a reward of three hundred or five hundred yuan. If you are late for a day, even if you were present every other day, you lose the five hundred yuan for the month.

 

But then again, is starting work at 8 a.m. a bit early?

 

Other people’s unscrupulous bosses start work at 9 a.m.!

 

“They are both still asleep…”

 

After a hazy breakfast, folding the blanket neatly and arranging the mosquito net, I walked out of the small room. I glanced at the tightly closed door of the Miss Grim Reaper, Yin Xiamo, across from me, and then looked at the stairs leading to the second floor not far away.

 

At this moment, the sky outside was only “slightly bright.” Besides the crisp and pleasant birdcalls from all directions, the entire neighborhood was exceptionally quiet.

 

Only the lamp on the ceiling, covered with star decorations in the living room, was lit. The morning light slanted in from the balcony outside, and the vast world was filled with the scent of dew and green leaves.

 

You could smell a faint fragrance of jasmine and unknown small flowers.

 

Do demons in other worlds like flowers?

 

With this question in mind, I entered the kitchen and pulled out the reserve food box I brought over last night from under the cabinet.

 

Hmm… there’s no corn, but there are some taro and sweet potatoes. Eggs are also sufficient. Breakfast with these should be fine.

 

I took out four eggs from the refrigerator, washed them, and retrieved four small taros and four sweet potatoes from the reserve food box. After cleaning them all, I turned on the gas stove, placed a pot filled with water on it, set up the stand, and added taro, sweet potatoes, and eggs.

 

Currently, three people are living in this house, all girls. Taro and sweet potatoes can provide ample starch and dietary fiber. These two foods are the easiest to increase satiety, and for girls, one taro and one large sweet potato are enough to feel full. Eggs can provide almost all the nutritional proteins and calories a grown adult needs for half a day. Therefore, theoretically, these foods are more than enough.

 

Of course, I can’t just cook for three people just because there are three in the house, I have to follow the “N+1” theory. What if Ai Luodi, the foodie, eats more? What if Yin Xiamo, as a Grim Reaper, has a big appetite?

 

The same goes for the café. I’ve read their plan. They’re planning to have 52 cats on the first floor and 53 cat litter boxes, which is correct.

 

I once saw related information online. If a person has more than one cat at home, it’s best to follow the N+1 theory for litter boxes. For example, if you have two cats, you should have three litter boxes; if you have five cats, you should have six litter boxes, leaving enough space to avoid stress and fights among the cats due to litter box issues.

 

“It’s now five past seven. It should be cooked by seven twenty.”

 

After arranging the ingredients and covering the pot, I adjusted the flame size and glanced at the phone screen before walking out of the kitchen.

 

Cooking first after waking up and utilizing the time while waiting for the ingredients to steam has been a time-saving habit I’ve developed over the years.

 

I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and carefully arranged the long hair on my back. Looking at the various strange bottles and jars on the shelf, I took out my phone and quickly searched for relevant knowledge.

 

“Skincare steps… makeup removal, exfoliation, essence, face mask, toner, eye cream, face cream, sunscreen…”

 

“Toner is used after washing your face, and you should pat your face dry before applying…”

 

“Ugh… it’s so complicated…”

 

Although it seems a bit overwhelming, considering that I am now a girl, I have to learn all these things eventually. I can only carefully follow the information I found online and take care of my face, neck, shoulders, and the parts of my arms and hands that will be exposed.

 

The body lotion I applied after last night’s shower still has a faint fragrance on my body. Paired with these skincare products that look expensive based on their packaging, after spending more than ten minutes hurriedly applying various “creams,” I feel like a delicious cream cake—fragrant, sweet, and delicate.

 

Is this… good enough?

 

Finally, looking at my snow-white and tender self in the mirror, I breathed a sigh of relief, went to the balcony, and took down the T-shirt and shorts I bought earlier, changing out of my nightgown.

 

There are still three minutes, I can do a bit of warm-up exercise.

 

Ai Luodi’s living room in the rented house is larger. In the middle of the living room, there is a square cushion that looks like it’s meant for children to play on. It happens to be suitable for me to exercise.

 

Bouncing around, stretching ligaments, exercising the abdomen and thigh muscles…

 

Done!

 

Bathing in the aroma of taro and sweet potatoes wafting from the kitchen, I put on special gloves, turned off the stove, and took my portion of breakfast out of the pot. I rinsed it quickly with cold water to cool it down and carried it to the living room.

 

Miss Grim Reaper and Ai Luodi probably won’t get up until around eight. With the lid on, the food inside should stay warm for at least half an hour, if not an hour. I just need to remind them to eat.

 

I went to my room, grabbed a pen and paper, and wrote “There’s food in the kitchen” in the most handsome handwriting I could muster. Then, I returned to the living room, placed the note in a conspicuous spot, and started to munch on my breakfast.

 

When I go out later, I might check nearby places to see what food is available. For breakfast, when I’m alone, I can cook eggs and sweet potatoes or make various porridges. I can also prepare soy milk and fried dough sticks, but anything too complex might not suit the preferences of the other two in the house.

 

“Ah—”

 

Around seven-thirty, Miss Grim Reaper, Yin Xiamo pushed open her room door, with disheveled hair, and walked into the living room.

 

“Little cutie, up so early…”

 

Yawning, she glanced at me in the corridor and then at the kitchen. “Is there anything to eat?”

 

“Simple boiled eggs and fish head sweet potatoes.”

 

Just finishing my food, I quickly tidied up the trash. “And I’m not a little cutie!”

 

“Then, little pet…”

 

“Is there any difference?”

 

Putting last night’s garbage together, I reattached a trash bag to the living room trash can. After a final check of my belongings—phone, wallet, keys, and the rabbit backpack containing various small props and daily essentials—I waved to Miss Grim Reaper.

 

“I’m off to work.”

 

Yin Xiamo seemed a bit reluctant. “Will you be back by midnight?”

 

“Theoretically, yes.”

 

I picked up the trash near the door. “If there’s any leftover food in the shop, I’ll bring some back for you.”

 

One advantage of working in a food store, fast-food restaurant, or fruit shop is that when it’s time to finish work, the items that didn’t sell, leftovers, or those nearing their expiration date are usually given to or allowed to be taken home by the employees.

 

The more formal the establishment, the greater the “benefits.”

 

For example, places like KFC and McDonald’s.

 

I once worked part-time at a KFC in the city center. Anything unsold on the day had to be discarded. Even fried chicken and fries past their optimal consumption time had to be placed in the recycling area and not sold anymore. When finishing work at night, employees either took them home to eat or just threw them away.

 

I still remember that when the KFC where I worked first opened, the boss was initially soft-hearted. Leftover items were placed outside the store for passersby for free. However, after a month of doing this, there was a noticeable decline in revenue. Regular customers felt it was unfair that what they paid for was given away for free, so they stopped coming. New customers heard about the free food at night and were reluctant to spend money. Everyone waited for the evening to grab free fried chicken.

 

The most outrageous thing was an elderly person who came every day to grab leftover fried chicken. One day, whether it was because the chicken had an issue or he already had health problems, he ended up being sent to the hospital on the same day. His family came and caused a scene, resulting in the boss being ordered to pay a hefty sum. Since then, any remaining fried chicken in the shop was either thrown away or left for the staff to deal with.

 

“I’m already asleep by midnight.”

 

Watching me leave the house, the Miss Grim Reaper’s expression was somewhat complicated. “Do you really have to work until so late?”

 

“The pay is high.”

 

To this, I just smiled. “Poverty is scary.”

 

That statement was indeed true.

 

In many jobs nowadays, regular ones don’t allow overtime, and for those bosses daring enough to force employees to work overtime, there’s usually no overtime pay. Ordinary workers, even if they work hard and put in extra hours, can’t earn much because many small businesses “assume” that employees must work overtime. In such situations, if you want to earn more money, you have to have a side hustle, just like I did in the past—writing novels, self-learning software like Photoshop, helping others with graphic design, etc.

 

Now that I finally got a job in a good company, the boss allows overtime, and there’s additional pay for it. As long as I work hard, I can get positive feedback and rewards. I certainly wouldn’t want to give up this opportunity.

 

Many experts and scholars nowadays say that young people are unwilling to endure hardship, but it’s not really the case. Everyone is willing to work hard, they just don’t want to endure meaningless hardship. It’s like playing a game. If I go online every day to do daily tasks, earn more by doing more, get money after completing tasks, buy new equipment, increase my level, and enhance my combat power, progressing a little bit every day, then I believe everyone would be willing to endure any amount of hardship and go online every day.

 

Rather than going online day after day to do daily tasks, working hard for eight hours, coming out, finding the blacksmith to “clang” and repair equipment, losing all the money earned in eight hours, not increasing combat power at all, and occasionally wanting to buy a small item but having to owe a few dozen yuan, who would want to go online to work in such a game?

 

I am currently at the poorest stage. The café owner has signed me on and promised that the more I work, the more I’ll earn. Doing the work of two people alone will still earn me double the base salary. In that case, I definitely want to try and make an effort.

 

“Well… okay.”

 

Perhaps seeing my determined expression, the girl in the room nodded. “You can do it.”

 

“You too. Your injury hasn’t healed yet. Remember to eat on time.”

 

Pressing the switch on the elevator, I turned around. “I’m off.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

The elevator door slowly closed, descending smoothly with a steady “buzz” sound.

 

“Meow—”

 

As the elevator door opened, I saw a black and white figure quickly run out from under the stairs. A cat? Or a cow-patterned cat?

 

I took out the key, opened the main door on the first floor, and threw the garbage into the large trash bin outside. Glancing at the still-new “recyclable” blue trash bins on both sides, a sense of déjà vu crossed my mind.

 

Could there be a sniper-wielding girl in white stockings hiding in one of these bins?

 

“Puchi…”

 

Amused by my own strange thoughts, I turned around and walked along the shaded path towards the entrance of the residential area.

 

The weather forecast predicted a temperature between 25 and 30 degrees today, and it was an incredibly sunny day. Considering that I would be working all day at the café, I didn’t think too much when leaving. I wore the classic outfit I bought when I first became a girl—a T-shirt, shorts, and a duckbill cap.

 

The exit of the residential area is on this side, and there’s a rice noodle shop next to it, with a breakfast shop nearby selling soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, and various kinds of buns and rolls.

 

There are two small breakfast shops with carts here, seemingly selling a variety of items.

 

Hmm, I should make a note of all these. As I picked up a pen and paper to record the types and approximate locations of various nearby shops, I walked towards the “Shangjing Cat Café” marked on the phone map.

 

The atmosphere here is completely different from the urban village near the previous apartment. In the urban village, I often saw various intoxicated troublemakers or young men and women returning only after a night of clubbing. Occasionally, there were people dressed in peculiar ways wandering around, making me instinctively alert. However, in the Nanqi District near Ai Luodi’s house, perhaps due to the proximity to the police station, I didn’t see a single troublemaker or unemployed wanderer.

 

Moreover, the roads here are very wide, with shops and convenience stores on both sides. As long as these stores don’t close, it shouldn’t be a problem for me to return alone at midnight.

 

In this way, while recording the surrounding environment and the location of the major shops with pen and paper, I ran towards the direction of the café. Around 7:50, I arrived at the mushroom house near the unfinished commercial street near the Shenzhen River and Shenzhen South Sea.

 

The sky was already completely bright at this time. Through the glass door, I could see Ouyang Xue inside the shop, busy with another male employee.

 

“Sister Ouyang.”

 

Pushing open the door and entering the shop, I walked straight toward Ouyang Xue, who seemed to be counting items at the first-floor counter, and straightforwardly asked, “Didn’t we say our official opening was scheduled for May 20th?”

 

“When we couldn’t find a suitable maid, yes. We chose a more auspicious day for the official opening.”

 

Hearing my voice, Ouyang Xue looked up. “But you came anyway.”

 

I was a bit puzzled. “How is this related to me?”

 

The Café officially opened on May 10th, and even the otaku in my reader group knew about it. Since my novel has always been of the lukewarm type, the readers in the group have low turnover, and those who are still here without leaving are mostly older readers. Everyone pretty much assumes that I, as the author, am an “uncle.”

 

The thought of facing those readers who have been following my books for several years made me want to find a hole to bury my head in.

 

“I feel… Is it better to prepare for a few more days?”

 

According to Ouyang Xue’s requirements, the maids at this café must be beautiful with good figures. Typically, girls like this come from well-off families, have had good food and skincare habits since childhood, and are generally in good shape. Girls who are naturally beautiful and have good figures, even if they come from ordinary families, would usually have boyfriends after four years of university. They wouldn’t seek jobs like this.

 

So, the only people they might recruit are those who have a special longing for jobs related to “maids” or “otaku” or those who love cats, are not in need of money, and just want a job where they can play with cats during work. Finding girls who are both beautiful and without boyfriends in this category is quite challenging.

 

“Didn’t you say we could handle the workload of two people this month? That way, we could start early.”

 

Ouyang Xue bent down and placed a box on the table. “The headquarters is starting to have opinions about us. Money keeps pouring in, but our daily income is not even enough for rent and utilities.”

 

Well, okay. You’re the manager, so you have the final say. I might need to communicate with the readers in the group a little bit in these next few days.

 

Try to persuade some of them to stay away! Don’t come!

 

“These are your clothes. After they finished making them last night, I took them to dry clean once. There’s hardly any odor now. You can just put them on.”

 

Opening the box, Ouyang Xue began taking out the items one by one.

 

“There are a total of three sets of clothes, plus three pairs of shoes and three pairs of socks. The three sets of clothes are the same and can be worn interchangeably. With your work hours from morning to night, you’ll probably end up sweating a lot. When you go back at night, you can wash the clothes directly.”

 

After neatly categorizing the items, Ouyang Xue patted my shoulder like an older sister. “Although the contract states that the evening shift is from 4:00 PM to 12:00 AM, I’m not that heartless of a boss. I won’t make you work until that late. Currently, our store doesn’t operate overnight, so if there’s nothing special, you can go back around ten, and you’ll still receive your regular salary.”

 

So considerate?!

 

I took the three sets of clothes in front of me and gave them a brief inspection.

 

Hmm… how do I put it? It feels a bit like the outfit Rem wears in “Re: Zero – Starting Life in Another World.” It’s predominantly black and white, with what seems to be sleeve covers. Moreover, the socks are… garter socks.

 

White garter socks.

 

Is this how maid outfits are supposed to be?

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

Seeing my hesitation, Ouyang Xue leaned in. “Haven’t you worn these kinds of socks before?”

 

I honestly replied, “Um.”

 

“It’s similar to regular knee-high socks. You put on the garter belt first and then the socks. Connect the straps, so the socks won’t slip down when you move around.”

 

Ouyang Xue seemed quite adept. “Also, remember to take off your underwear when you put them on later. Wear these first and then put on your underwear.”

 

“Huh?”

 

In this completely novice area, I blurted out, “Why?”

 

“If you put on underwear first and then the garter socks, the strap will be on top, and it will keep swinging when you walk. Also, it’s very inconvenient when going to the bathroom. Do you understand what I mean?”

 

Ouyang Xue pointed to the socks. “If you put on the garter socks first, and then put on your underwear, it can help secure this strap. When you go to the bathroom and take off your underwear, it will easily come off without any trouble.”

 

There’s such attention to detail.

 

Why do I feel like… “Yesterday I wore a little skirt, and today I’m starting to learn advanced cross-dressing”?

 

Maid outfits with garter socks are not at the level of a simple skirt, this is a clothing choice that thoroughly showcases one’s feminine charm!

 

“Go on, I showed you yesterday, the girls’ rooms on the second floor.”

 

Ignoring my flushed face, Ouyang Xue stuffed clothes, accessories, socks, and shoes into my arms. “Leave the other two sets here for now, you can take them back tonight.”

 

“Okay… sure.”

 

Unable to escape, I reluctantly placed my bunny backpack in a corner of the worktable and went upstairs.

 

Entering the girls’ room that Ouyang Xue introduced yesterday, I closed and locked the door. I assessed the small room with bunk beds similar to the university dorms I used to stay in. Sitting on one of the small beds, I unpacked the bag of clothes.

 

Sure enough, just as I thought, this maid outfit took inspiration from the clothing worn by Rem and Ram.

 

A black and white waisted dress with two satin ribbons at the back, complemented by matching sleeves. However, upon closer inspection, this maid outfit has some differences from Rem and Ram’s sets. At least in the chest area, there’s no design for a bra that reveals half of the breasts, instead, it features patterns more suitable for a flat chest or, one could say, fitting for a naive and romantic young girl.

 

Since I have to put on garter socks first, then I can only…

 

Taking out each item from the bag and arranging them, I took off my T-shirt, shorts, and children’s underwear.

 

“Cough, cough…”

 

Although I’ve already gotten used to having a girl’s body these days, every time this happens, especially when I lower my head, I feel particularly shy.

 

The strap first, the strap first…

 

Finding the strap used to secure the garter socks, I stretched out my legs, tied the white lace-edged strap around my waist, and compared the front and back. After confirming the direction and the position of the lower securing strap, I fastened the buckle of the strap to secure it in place.

 

Oh, this is the structure.

 

With the waist secured, I then connected the two front and back straps hanging down with the long stockings, making sure the stockings wouldn’t slide down…

 

Understanding the principle, I took one of the long stockings, lifted one small foot, and tried to pull it up.

 

No, this stocking is a bit thick, I can’t pull it up forcibly.

 

Should I roll up these kinds of long stockings first?

 

I rolled up the white thick stockings in my hand little by little, following the appearance of various beautiful girls in manga and anime from memory. I kept rolling until it formed a small ball, then I slipped my small foot in and pulled it up.

 

Suddenly, this foot felt the comfortable sensation covered by the soft silk fabric.

 

This makes putting them on much easier.

 

After grasping the trick, I quickly pulled the stocking to the middle of my thighs on both sides. Letting go, with a “snap,” the edge of the stocking quickly squeezed the soft flesh of my thighs, causing a slight indentation.

 

After this, it’s time to secure it again with the waistband, right? I pulled down the securing band connected to my waistband and connected it to the stocking on this foot.

 

Indeed, this is how it is worn, and the same goes for the back. After finishing one leg, I repeated the process, taking another pair of white thigh-high stockings, putting them on, and securing them.

 

Girls’ clothing is really complicated… While marveling on the small bed, I tried moving my small feet wrapped in the stockings.

 

In this slightly translucent stocking, my small foot vaguely revealed the shape of five toes, moving agilely under my control.

 

The legs, already very beautiful in shape, looked particularly enticing with the added layer of white stockings.

 

Speaking of which, what is the denier of these semi-transparent stockings? I haven’t looked into these details.

 

With the stockings on, I stepped onto the small bed, stood up, and put on the children’s underwear that I had taken off just now.

 

Next is the maid outfit.

 

This is very simple, similar to a one-piece dress. Just slip it on, put both hands through, and it’s OK. At most, you may need to adjust the position of the waist a bit, as this outfit seems to have a waist-cinching structure, which can be a bit tight in the middle.

 

As for the sleeves… is it tied like this? Just secure it around the soft flesh below the shoulder; unlike stockings, it’s not so easy for them to slip down when worn on the hands.

 

Done! With the clothes on, I tried bouncing on the small bed.

 

Hmm, no problem! The skirt can completely ensure no wardrobe malfunction, and the garters on the stockings are very secure.

 

After confirming that the clothes were fine, I opened the shoebox and took out a pair of maid round-toe shoes.

 

Phew… thankfully, they are flat shoes. If you gave me a pair of high heels, it would be uncomfortable.

 

Looking at the cute little black shoes in the shoebox, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Most maids, from my impression, wear high heels. Even if not high heels, they are shoes with heels. I have never worn such shoes when going out. If the matching shoes for the maids in this café are that type, I might really have to have a discussion with the manager—

 

We work here all day, busy with customer service and cooking. Wearing shoes with heels will tire our feet out! Most of the time, high heels are worn for aesthetics. The higher the heels, the greater the damage to the feet. They are suitable for catwalks and photoshoots but not for walking. So personally… I don’t really like considering such shoes as everyday wear.

 

“They’re quite cute.”

 

If I remember correctly, these shoes should be called “Mary Jane shoes.”

 

Black in color, flat-bottomed, with a single strap in the middle. To wear it normally, you just need to undo the strap, slip your foot in, and fasten the strap.

 

Based on the feel in my hands, I can infer that these shoes are not the cheap ones you’d find on the street or at a roadside stall. They are crafted well, and the inside is very soft. It feels like even if worn all day, they shouldn’t cause any discomfort.

 

Slipping my feet, encased in white stockings, into the little shoes, fastening the strap, I stood up and walked a few steps around the room, completely dressed in this outfit. Hmm… besides the slightly unfamiliar sensation of the legs wrapped in stockings, everything seems fine?

 

Then there’s my long hair, which doesn’t seem to go very well with this maid outfit. Oh no, didn’t consider the issue of hair… Normally, when I go out, I just tidy up my hair a bit and put on a hat to get by. Now, if I’m going to be a maid here… long hair is definitely inconvenient, especially for someone like me with exceptionally long hair. What to do? Maybe seek help from the manager?

 

After spending quite a while in the room without figuring out how to solve the hair issue, I had to return to the first floor, holding the bag with the clothes and the empty shoebox.

 

“Hmm?”

 

Ouyang Xue, who was organizing items at the workbench, quickly noticed me in the newly changed clothes. “Quite cute, suits you well.”

 

“Well… this…”

 

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I gestured to the long hair behind me. “Um, Manager… I don’t know how to tie my hair. Can I work like this?”

 

“Really? You used to just wear a hat when you went out, right?”

 

“Yes…”

 

“It is a bit troublesome.”

 

Ouyang Xue thought for a moment, unzipped a pouch on the counter, searched inside, and took out two ribbons.

 

“I’ll help you tie a double ponytail.”

 

She walked over to me, took a chair, and signaled for me to sit down.

 

“Pay attention, I’ll only show you once.”

 

“The next time you go out, you’ll have to do it yourself. After all, as an adult, you can’t go around like a child, right?”

 

“……”

 

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