Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 8 8. "Regular holidays·Opinions"

The next day, early in the morning.

The soft spring light shone into the room through the gaps in the blinds, casting a dazzling ray of light on Masumi's face.

"Well……"

Masumi opened his eyes lazily, the light halo flickered through the swaying curtains, he fell asleep on the folding table, the open laptop reflected in his sleepy eyes - this was the one he borrowed from Mami last night.

"You are absolutely not allowed to open the folder containing painting study materials."

Asami reminded him repeatedly when lending it to him.

Masumi straightened his upper body and stretched. Perhaps due to lack of exercise, he could hear the "clicking" sound of joints being pulled.

I feel tired all over. I spent too much energy looking up information and I didn’t get enough sleep.

knock knock.

There was a knock on the door. Masumi ruffled his hair and got up to open the door.

"It's Miss Jiuyuan, good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Masumi. Sister Rinone asked me to call you for dinner."

The girl with brown hair looked a little nervous. She looked at Masumi who was yawning and asked timidly.

"Mr. Masumi, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Well, I looked up information too late last night... Haah~" Masumi said and yawned again.

"material?"

Jiuyuan Mirai seemed a little curious, but because she was not familiar with him, she was too embarrassed to ask.

Masumi nodded, "It's about the cafe. I also hope to contribute to the operation."

"I see."

"Mr. Masumi works so hard, I believe Sister Rinone will definitely recognize you." Kuon Mirai said seriously.

"Thank you."

Masumi smiled at her.

"Then I'll go first."

Jiuyuan Weiwei performed the formalities, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

Masumi walked downstairs carrying his laptop, stifling a yawn every few steps.

Rin was washing dishes at the sink. Seeing that her hands were covered in foam and she couldn't turn on the faucet, Masumi put the computer on the table, walked over and turned it on for her.

"Thank you."

"I have something I want to tell you."

"what's up?"

Linyin continued to scrub the dishes indifferently, without even looking up.

Her eyelashes were very long, and when her eyelids were drooped they looked like a dense little fan, making her look delicate and pretty. Her snow-white ears could be seen through the gaps in her black hair.

"I have some suggestions regarding the management of Fanxing."

Those delicate white hands froze at that, and Lin Yin frowned, like a cat whose territory had been invaded, and glared at him coldly, "You're already giving me orders right after you get back?"

The black-haired girl stared at Masumi sternly, but her expression quickly changed, and her slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Your face..."

"I?"

"Nothing." Lin Yin lowered her head as if nothing had happened, her tone still cold, but it had lost that thorny feeling.

"Since this is about the stars, let's call everyone out to discuss it. I still have a few dishes to wash, so please go call Mami-san."

"it is good."

Masumi responded and went up to the second floor. Asami's room was diagonally across from Rinone.

He knocked on the door.

"Seno? Wake up, I need to discuss something with you."

No one responded.

Are you sleeping so deeply?

Masumi pushed the door of the room carelessly, and it opened with the sound of wooden hinges rubbing against each other.

Eh? The door's not closed?
The obstacle leading to the room disappeared, but Masumi could not enter without permission. He stood at the door and listened attentively to the movements inside the room.

There seemed to be some sound, "click-click", which seemed to be the sound of mechanical buttons.

It sounds like you're awake, so you should be dressed.

"Seno? I'm coming in."

Masumi raised his voice to announce his presence while slowly pushing the door open.

He didn't want to be in the same situation as last time when he entered Rin's room.

The door was pushed one-third of the way open when it was blocked by something.

Masumi lowered his head and saw a black shoulder bag.

Under the shoulder bag was a wrinkled skirt, and under the skirt was a blue T-shirt.

Spreading from under your feet, the room was littered with clothes, underwear, light novels and comics, making it difficult to move.

It was like being swept by a tornado.

Masumi was stunned.

Was he robbed? This was Masumi's first thought.

He relaxed a little, walked into the room, and finally saw the familiar figure, and his vigilance and tension relaxed a little.

Mami was seen sitting on the carpet in a duck-like posture, wearing a white tank top supported by suspenders. Her delicate back was gleaming with a white glow, shining through the straps of the top.

The black casual shorts only cover half of the thighs, revealing a round and fleshy thigh curve, and a straight and slender calf curve, like a wine glass.

The slender white hand was holding a game controller with a white shell.

His fingertips lightly pushed the joystick, rotating on the four buttons △○×□. A flash of sword light flashed across the screen. The ferocious-looking black dragon let out an unwilling roar, its body swayed, and finally fell among the flying blood.

Breaking away from the intense focus of the boss fight, Mami noticed the gazes around her and took off her headphones. She smoothed her hair a little.

The charming black hair shook and returned to its original shape.

"So you're already up."

"No, because today is a regular holiday, I didn't sleep at all."

Mami's beautiful brown eyes were slightly bloodshot. Perhaps because she had just fought a fierce battle, she was still very excited.

Turning her head, her eyes stopped at Masumi's face, and she said in surprise, "Wow, Masumi-kun, why do you look so miserable? Did you not sleep all night too?"

"more or less."

"Could it be that you were the Bayonetta who beat me up in the brawl last night... No, the one who fought me so hard was you?"

""ベヨネッタ"... what is it? "

Masumi was not fully awake yet, and he mumbled the foreign-sounding name over and over again.

"It's a game character, but it's not important. What do you want from me?"

"There is something I want to discuss. Please go downstairs first."

"Okay. I'll clean up and go down right away."

Putting down the handle, Mami stretched lazily.

"But Masumi-kun, you'd better look in the mirror first."

Is it so exaggerated?

Masumi went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Oh, his complexion was really bad.

My eyes were already lifeless, and now there were thick dark circles around them.

His face was pale and his mouth was open.

Due to lack of sleep, I feel weak all over and my movements are light-headed.

Just like zombies.

No wonder the three of them reacted that way to me.

Masumi washed his face with cold water and his mind finally cleared up a little.

Patting his cheek, he walked downstairs.

The three girls sat around a table eating breakfast and waiting for him.

Breakfast was still traditional Japanese cuisine: white rice, pickles, and a piece of grilled salmon. Today's miso soup was topped with fried tofu, which had a soft and sweet texture. Comforted by the food, Masumi regained some energy and offered his opinion to the three of them.

"Atmosphere?"

After hearing his words, Asami looked confused.

"What do you mean? Is the atmosphere in the store bad? There's nothing wrong with our customer service attitude, and we have three beautiful waitresses."

"Sister Mami, don't talk about being a pretty waitress, aren't you shy..." Kuon Mirai retorted with a blushing face.

Linyin didn't rush to speak, but waited patiently for him to say the next word.

Masumi drank the miso soup leisurely and explained slowly.

"I'm not referring to you, but the atmosphere of the entire store is too depressing."

"The lighting isn't bright enough, and the shop is too quiet, which makes it difficult to calm down. After all, this isn't a study cafe, so some white noise should be provided."

"I looked up the information. There are over 70,000 coffee shops in the country, 20,000 more than the number of convenience stores. There are small, individually owned coffee shops like Fanxing, as well as large chains like Starbucks and Doutor."

"If you just want a cup of coffee, there's no need to go to a coffee shop. Vending machines sell canned coffee, and convenience stores also have fully automatic coffee machines that provide customers with freshly ground coffee."

Masumi cited the data and information he had found and spoke eloquently.

"Under these circumstances, those who still come to the shop to drink coffee are either those who pursue high-quality coffee or those who enjoy the unique atmosphere of the coffee shop. For example, Mr. Ida comes here to relax after work. Some come here to spend time with friends, and some come here for business talks."

Seeing that none of the three of them objected and looked thoughtful, Masumi continued.

"I don't think there's anything to complain about with the food at the moment. In comparison, the atmosphere is more important."

"No matter what, the atmosphere in the store can't make people feel too serious. Given the current environment, I don't think the environment here can be called comfortable."

"How do you feel?" Masumi asked.

Mami: "I mostly stayed in the kitchen and the lounge, so I didn't feel anything."

Long Future: "As for me, I think the atmosphere in the store is quiet, which is perfect for studying alone."

Linyin: "I like it here very much."

Ok.

Masumi felt that he had asked the wrong person. These three people all had their own filters for the stars, and they were prejudiced and confused by the situation.

As for his father, Ken Miyazawa, he was a rather stubborn and eccentric man. His philosophy was simply that "the flavor of coffee is king, there is no need to let other things take over."

Masumi couldn't help but sigh, his throat moving as he gulped down the miso soup in the bowl.

"I understand what you mean. You want to change the atmosphere in the store."

Putting her finger on her chin and pondering for a moment, Rinone looked at Masumi and said, "But if we want to make changes, we'll have to renovate a large area..."

"Not to mention that the store doesn't have the budget to squander, the renovations will also delay it by at least a month, and this store can't afford such a disruption."

"And the most important thing is that you have to come up with a reliable design plan. I'm sorry, I can't believe it just by talking."

Those amethyst eyes stared at him. Although she didn't ask any questions, the questioning in her eyes was about to overflow.

It's understandable. If it were Masumi herself, a person who once abandoned the store, and she came back the next day and talked big about the business in front of him, his first reaction would also be questioning.

However, Masumi was well prepared and after tidying up his words, he answered calmly without showing any fear.

"There's no need for a major renovation; just a few design changes can transform the atmosphere, so it doesn't require a huge budget and won't affect operations for too long."

He opened his laptop and showed his design to the three people.

"For example, floral design uses flowers to create a warm atmosphere, and sound design plays some soothing and pleasant jazz music..."

“…The most important thing is the lighting design of the store. This has a huge impact. The appropriate use of lights and light strips can create an attractive atmosphere and attract customers’ attention to the coffee…”

Masumi spoke eloquently about some designs, none of which were major overhauls that required drastic changes.

These are the basics of the basics. They may seem insignificant at ordinary times, but like the bass part in a band, they are the background color that constitutes the atmosphere.

"Also, if possible, I hope to enrich the menu."

Fanxing's menu was originally the most traditional one, a specialty store that only sold coffee and tea drinks. It was only after Rin and Mami arrived that they gradually added omelet rice, sandwiches, pasta and simple baked goods.

The coffee shop market has developed to the point where its business scope is no longer limited to drinks. In order to enhance competitiveness, most coffee shops sell desserts and baked goods to attract more non-coffee lovers, which helps to bring in additional economic benefits.

At the same time, the combination of desserts and coffee can also enhance sensory enjoyment. For example, bitter tea and deep-roasted coffee can neutralize the greasy feeling of desserts and complement each other.

“Guests who come together and order different dishes can also share with each other.”

"Sharing dessert with friends... I've heard of that."

Putting a finger to her lips, Linyin pondered.

Masumi looked at her curiously. She had heard Chiai say before that Kamishiro was a loner, and now she could see that.

"...Anyway, that's it. How about it?" Masumi asked.

Although it is his design, most of it is actually based on the mature plans of the store where he used to work and the Internet. After all, he is not a professional designer.

“That’s about the budget.”

He gave a series of estimated numbers.

He immediately looked at the reactions of the three people in front of him.

"Well... I feel good." Asami was the first to express her opinion.

"But I have a suggestion."

"Please say."

“Can you play my playlist on the speakers?”

"Do you like jazz?"

Kobe is the birthplace of jazz music in the island nation, and has given rise to the unique jazz culture scene of "jazz cafes" in the island nation.

Writer Haruki Murakami was active in jazz cafes in Kobe during high school, and later opened a cafe called Peter-cat in Kokubunji, Tokyo.

"No," Asami answered honestly, "My playlist is full of anime songs. I think they will definitely be popular."

Masumi dismissed it without a second thought.

"The role of background music is to blend into the environment and set the mood. The music in animation has a very strong presence."

"Eh~~ How boring."

Seno Asami rested her chin on the table and lowered her eyebrows in frustration.

Her depressed tone reminded people of a puppy abandoned on a rainy day. After a slight hesitation, Masumi spoke.

"You can choose some soothing music. If I've listened to them and they're fine, you can play them in the store."

Asami's face lit up and she told him happily.

"Masumi-kun, so gentle."

He met those brown eyes, and Masumi wondered where the gentleness was, before looking at the other two.

"What do you think?"

"I think it's good too, but..."

The distant future hesitated to speak, as if he had some concerns.

"It's okay. This plan is still a bit rough. Feel free to raise any comments you have."

Encouraged by Masumi, the girl hesitated for a moment. She nodded as if she had made up her mind, and finally managed to squeeze out a voice:
"The colors of the curtains here seem a bit too bright. I might feel uncomfortable staying here for too long, as I often study at the seats in the store..."

Jiuyuan Future spoke very quickly, as if he would lose the courage to continue speaking if he slowed down.

“…And there…”

Masumi was making notes on the plan while listening to her. After the girl finished speaking, he nodded slightly with approval in his eyes.

"Ms. Jiuyuan, your advice is very valuable."

"As long as I can help Fanxing and Mr. Masumi."

Kuon Mirai breathed a sigh of relief, a slight blush on her cheeks.

Finally, Masumi turned his gaze to Kamishiro Rinone.

Meeting his gaze, the cold girl with black hair and purple eyes slowly narrowed her eyes and fell into deep thought.

She looked straight at Masumi, and her clear voice rolled in her throat under his snow-white neck.

"……I have no opinion."

Her words were short and clear, and Masumi curled his lips slightly, successful.

"but……"

Linyin suddenly changed the subject.

"I can't decide this matter alone. I need to consult Mr. Jing Jian."

(End of this chapter)