The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 30 The mysterious area of the store

"Don't worry! No matter what, I won't joke about the most important college entrance examination in my life."

Zhang Wuyong said, "You are the one who should be careful. Don't do things like slapping people again. I endured it, so why couldn't you?"

Zhang Wuyong recalled that when they were returning to class, she held his hand, fearing that he would act impulsively.

Her hands are so soft and warm, like a spring breeze soothing the soul.

As a result, he returned to the classroom and had just sat down.

The hand was slapping someone hard next door.

When he arrived at Hongzhi Class, Jing Lei was crying with palm prints on both sides of her face.

It looks like he was beaten really hard.

When the bus arrived, he held his crutches under his arms.

When people around saw this, they didn't dare to squeeze with him.

As soon as the car door opened, he tucked his crutches under his armpits and rushed forward.

Others around: "..." So you are deliberately wearing a crutch to pretend to be disabled?

Zhang Wuyong grabbed two seats in the back row and gave one to Tongtong.

"Slow down!" Zhao Yutong looked at him, "At least wait until we get a checkup at the hospital before jumping up and down. You still have a splint on your foot!"

The two of them rode side by side all the way home.

The setting sun shone through the car window, moving back and forth across their faces.

We arrived at the bus stop near the community, walked into the community together and got into the elevator.

We only separated at the elevator door!

When Zhang Wuyong returned home, he was surprised to see that Zhang Tao was also at home.

"Son!" Zhang Tao was overjoyed when he saw him, and clasped his hands together. "Can you help me look after the store tonight? I have a reunion with old classmates there. I will definitely rush back to replace you before 12 o'clock."

"That's fine!" said Zhang Wuyong.

For him, it's just a matter of doing homework at home or in the store.

The store had been open for a long time, and since elementary school, he had often been taken to do his homework in the store.

Later, from time to time, Lao Deng would go out to play, leaving him alone to look after the store.

That is, he is in high school now, and his mother is afraid that it will affect his studies, so she goes less often.

"I just closed the shop. Here's the key!" Zhang Tao handed him the key. "Um, you don't need the crutches anymore?"

"No need!" Zhang Wuyong lifted his feet, "I think I can run now."

On the other side, my mother came out of the kitchen and said something similar to what Zhao Yutong said.

What I mean is that you should just hold on until the doctor confirms that you are okay.

Zhang Wuyong had dinner at home and went downstairs with the key.

The store was about a mile away from his community. He went to the firewood room and rode the electric bicycle that he hadn't ridden for a while.

This car was bought for him by his family when he was in the first year of high school. It was for the convenience of going to and from school. He only didn't touch it during the time when his foot was injured.

I rode my bike to the door of my store.

His shop is right at the corner of an alley and the main street.

There are at least two hotels nearby, and there are also a few informal small hotels and a few foot massage shops in the alley.

This is the main reason why his store's business has always been good.

The store was renovated two years ago!

Use the key to open the roll-up door and enter the store.

In fact, his shop does not only sell small umbrellas of various brands and models.

The shop was lined with several rows of cabinets. The counter was to the right of the door, beneath which were placed various products such as god oil and other medicines from reputable manufacturers. Inside, opposite the main entrance, were various sex toys and some unusual lingerie.

In addition, at the left end of the main entrance,
The shop itself is very formal.

Although the store was open, there was a curtain with an oil painting hanging at the door, and passers-by could not see inside at all when passing by the door.

Zhang Wuyong entered behind the counter.

The counter is quite high. The glass on the outside of the counter is actually one-way transparent, so when you sit under the counter, you can see into the store through the glass.

But generally speaking, customers can only see the head of the clerk behind the counter, so they don’t feel like they are being stared at.

There are no surveillance cameras in the store. Most of the time when someone comes in, there is no need to stand up to introduce the products, as that would only make people feel uncomfortable.

Some of the guests are experienced, so of course they don’t mind.

But there are also many who don’t like being watched when they are choosing various products.

There is a bench behind the counter that can be stretched out so people can lie down on it.

There is a compartment on the other side of the counter where quilts and other things are placed.

Zhang Wuyong took out his homework from the schoolbag he brought and started writing.

The store actually has wifi. When Lao Deng has nothing to do, he watches Douyin every day. Short videos are very popular now, and he watches "The Return of the Dragon King" all day long.

But this is better than my mom's. She has already started posting "The richest man's son fell in love with me, a post-menopausal cleaning lady."

Zhang Wuyong did not use a smart phone, mainly because he was not very confident in his self-control.

As it got dark, groups of people came to buy things and gradually appeared.

Basically, you choose by yourself, then go to the counter. Zhang Wuyong stands up, scans the code, and lets the other party pay.

Of course, there are also those who talk a lot.

At around eight o'clock, two women in their twenties with dyed red and blue hair came in. They both looked good, but they put on too much makeup.

They also bought a small umbrella. When they were paying, they saw that the clerk was a handsome young man, so they kept asking him if it was easy to use.

I also asked him what it felt like when used by men, which brand felt better, and whether he preferred the granular ones or others.

Zhang Wuyong didn't care at all. He just talked nonsense and joked with them for a while.

Although he really has never used it, it doesn't stop him from talking nonsense.

And strangely enough, if he accidentally talked about some less serious topics while chatting with Tongtong, he would blush and his heart would beat fast.

But when he had deeper and more intense conversations with these women, he felt nothing and didn't care much.

After the two women with red hair and blue hair left laughing.

He sat down and continued doing his homework.

This went on until after eleven thirty in the evening.

The colorful cloth curtain hanging at the door was lifted again.

Zhang Wuyong was sitting behind the counter. He raised his head and saw through the one-way transparent glass of the counter a black tube skirt with tightly wrapped flesh-colored stockings underneath.

The person who came was a woman. She stopped at the door for a moment, then slowly walked towards the pink semi-partition in the distance, diagonally opposite the counter.

Zhang Wuyong didn't care. After running this kind of store for a long time, he would realize that it was not just men who had needs, but many women also had needs.

He let the customers choose by themselves, and opened the math test paper distributed in the afternoon, and felt a headache.

Ever since he could easily understand classical Chinese and started to learn physics, he now puts physics and Chinese first when doing his homework.

After finishing these two, my interest was much less.

Especially after what happened, he became even less interested in his math homework.

But we can't not do it either. If we leave it blank, people will definitely find excuses to target us tomorrow.

Sigh... How can I improve my math grades?

(End of this chapter)