Volume 2 Chapter 87: Mandarin Ducks at Night

  I... I lowered my head in frustration and glanced at the young man under me, who was now looking around at the increasing number of onlookers with red eyes, his thin lips weakly uttering a few words: "Guest, even if you really like me, please come into our Rose Club first, okay? This is the main street, it's not good to be seen by people..."

  Lips... lips twitching... eyebrows... eyelashes trembling! What a mess, was it you who attacked me first? Now I'm the bad guy and you're the innocent lamb?!

  I originally wanted to just beat up those guys who can't tell fact from fiction and then walk away with a clean slate, but I suddenly remembered that Mingyue told me to use the conflict with these thugs as an opportunity to sneak in, now there's no need to deliberately provoke them, since there's already a conflict, might as well just take advantage of it.

  Thinking of this, those thugs had already walked up and separated me from the young man earlier, pulling me into the corner's Rose Club.

  Noble sofa, exquisite armoire, soft transparent curtains... I was pressed onto the carpet on the other side of those beautiful scenes by that group of people. On the opposite side were a row of handsome young men wearing uniform black suits. The leader was none other than the "wronged little lamb" from earlier, who was now squatting in front of me with a smile: "I thought your kung fu was quite good, but it seems it's nothing special after all."

  "Wow, your skin is so fair and lovely! You'd be perfect for our Rose Club. Are you interested in joining us? The pay is really high, you know."

  I originally wanted to throw those few white-eyed guys who had no martial arts foundation out the window, but thinking about it, I have to cooperate with Mingyue, so I can only swallow my anger and not speak, at most just give that young man a few white eyes.

  That boy was quite interesting, he stretched out his hand and pinched my face: "Hmm, your skin is so smooth and soft, it's not like a boy's skin at all. If you hadn't shown such strong killing intent during the fight earlier, and now looking at that flat chest of yours, I would have thought you were a girl."

  Frying pan——！！ I……my chest may be a bit smaller, but it's not a frying pan!!!

  He shot a resentful and somewhat reproachful glance at the young man: "What exactly are you going to do?"

  "I want you to stay and work for our Hawthorn Club." The young man said with a sense of strong compulsion.

  "Alright." I readily agreed, originally planning to blend in anyway, no need to drag things out.

  Young man: "...... How come you agreed so quickly?"

  "I get things done quickly."

  “…………”

  Since I've decided to stay and work here, I need to come up with a name for myself in the club. Luckily, it's not like in Huanhua where you have to wear something to prove your identity, or else if that thing gets stuck, I'd be worried for half a day. Originally, they wanted to call me Xiao Bai, although I studied at Huanhua for so long, but I'm still very clueless about entertaining guests, so I explained to them how similar the name Xiao Bai is to the dog in Crayon Shin-chan's house, and they finally gave up on that name. Originally, I wanted to tell them my real name, but I was afraid they'd find out I'm a girl from the academy, so I only told them that my name has the character "Cha" in it, and then those people started calling me Acha. I got frustrated because this Acha sounds just like Ahcai, they said let's change it to Baitie... I broke out in sweat, can't we just stick with Acha? What if Baitie is written poorly and becomes Baicai?!

  On the first day of work, those guys gave me very strict training, such as how to pose when laughing, how to buffer when putting down the tray, and how to make tea with a specific technique.

  In short, I've heard so much but didn't hear anything about conquering the universe or harming the world. (This is nonsense, I think it's just that guy Mingyue having a fevered imagination thinking everyone has such naive and boring thoughts)

  Listening to those people's chatter, finally when it was time to get up and try, a young man suddenly rushed in from outside and said to Mizuiro (the kid who threw the hidden tool at me earlier and then tried to trick me into joining their club): "Mizuiro-sama, there is a girl outside who is calling for Acha."

  The water-colored brow furrowed slightly: "Ah Cha's placard was just hung up today, according to the situation, it shouldn't be that someone would point him out so quickly..."

  I stood behind him with an innocent shrug: "Can't help it, who made me irresistibly charming."

  Blue: “…………”

  "Acha, remember what we told you earlier. Go and serve that girl well, if you do a good job there will be a reward." Since the customer has specifically asked for me, I naturally have to go, after all, the customer is God.

  I leisurely carried the beautiful teacup and teapot to the front hall, where many lovely girls were smiling and chatting with different people. Of course, there was a member of the Rose Club by their side. I walked up to the table where my guest was seated, casually put down the teacup, and without clearly seeing his face, smiled and said: "Mingyue, you actually know my name, I thought they called me Acha and you wouldn't recognize me."

  The moment that girl lifted her head and smiled at me, I was immediately stunned... Ah? ! Isn't it Mingyue? ! Where did Mingyue go? !

  "Do you recognize me?" The girl was very interested in what I had just said: "Or did you mistake me for the Mingyue in your mouth?"

  I awkwardly smiled: "Ah, sorry about that. I thought you were my friend. Your hairstyle looks very similar (although Mingyue's is a wig). Heh... heh-heh, heh-heh-heh..."

  "^___^ My name is Yuanyang Ye, you have to remember my name, Ah Cha." The girl smiled faintly.

  My goosebumps suddenly popped up, although... the name Acha is something I've already accepted, but when this girl says it out loud, how can it make people feel... unbearable. It's clearly not winter, yet it gives me a feeling of a cold and piercing wind blowing by.