The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Shipping couples is a skill.

This is definitely not as superficial as simply shouting "Get together" at two nice photos, absolutely not!

This is about aesthetics, about philosophy, about the most subtle insights into human nature.

As a seasoned enthusiast, what I, Chen San San, pursue is understated luxury and subtle, profound meaning.

Early in the morning, Chen San San rode a shared bicycle toward the corner tea house while silently reciting his "Kou Xue Bible" in his mind.

Shipping a couple requires a natural progression; you absolutely cannot ship them randomly or force yourself to ship them when there isn't one.

That's heresy, that's unorthodox, that's a desecration of the art of shipping couples.

Chen San San only ships natural, pure love, the kind that is perfectly natural, preferably one that even the people involved may not be aware of, a red thread called "fate".

And Corner Tea Talk is undoubtedly the biggest gold mine she has discovered so far in her academic career.

As for the methodology of shipping couples, Chen San San also has her own set of experiences summarized from so many years of shipping couples.

The first step is to lie in wait.

You have to do it secretly, quietly.

You absolutely cannot disturb your partner's original lifestyle because of your presence.

Learn to be invisible like air, and quiet like a shadow.

The best scenario is to make the couple completely forget your existence, so that you can shower them with the purest, most natural, and additive-free PDA when they are most relaxed.

She is confident that she can do it.

The second step is to create momentum.

To be a qualified researcher, one cannot just be an observer, but also a gardener.

The goal is to create the perfect atmosphere for the couple without them even realizing it.

My task is to pull out all the weeds that might spoil the aesthetics.

For example, those trolls who don't understand how to change their ways, or irrelevant bystanders who try to interfere, or supporting characters who try to ruin the couple's relationship—I keep them all out.

Even if it's tough and tiring, I want to make sure that the couple I ship is the purest and sweetest.

"This is my mission..."

Chen San San held the handlebars with one hand and pushed up his black-rimmed glasses with the other.

The sunlight reflected off her glasses, obscuring her eyes and leaving only a mysterious smile.

Because she was in such a hurry to ship the couple, she pedaled her bicycle very fast.

Last night, the store manager messaged her not to come too early, saying that the store was not open and she didn't have the key, so if she came too early she would have to stand there helplessly at the door.

Chen San San understood that the shop manager was worried about her working too hard.

But while she understands, as a seasoned shipper, she still really values ​​being the first to enjoy the morning interactions between the two characters.

So she opted for a compromise: arriving fifteen minutes early.

Actually, starting work at nine in the morning is quite late for this pedestrian street; all the surrounding businesses open much earlier.

Chen San San parked the shared bicycle at the parking spot and saw the sign for Corner Tea House in the distance.

However, unlike the previous two days, there wasn't a long queue at the door today. Only a small group of people were waiting at the door, so at least it wouldn't interfere with the business of the shops next door.

All of this is actually thanks to Zhi Qiu. Yesterday, when she was at work, Zhi Qiu said something in a tone that sounded like a kindergarten teacher coaxing a child:

"Let's come in after we open the door, otherwise you'll be waiting outside and it will get tiring for me."

Zhi Qiu's words magically made those customers behave like geese that had been stroked, and they actually obeyed and didn't come to queue up in advance.

Sister Zhi Qiu is truly an essential remedy for both home and travel, and for controlling the flow of customers in any store.

Chen San San arrived at the door and could see the situation inside at a glance through the glass door.

The store manager and the female employee have arrived, but they are currently standing behind the bar. It seems the male manager is... hugging the female employee!

Chen San San immediately became interested, and slipped to hide by the door, peeking inside.

The store manager held the female shop assistant in his arms, whispering something to her. The shop assistant nestled in his embrace, burying her face in his chest, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist…

Yes! It was worth it!

I witnessed this precious scene first thing in the morning. Was this a special gift from God, given to me after I rode a shared bike all the way?!

She stood at the doorway, clasped her hands together, and bowed devoutly to the sky above her head.

"Thank God, thank Buddha, thank all the gods for their blessings, allowing me, Chen San San, to be able to ship such a sweet couple so early in the morning."

The customers queuing by the door watched her acting crazy in the background, but Chen San San ignored them and quietly turned her head to look inside at the scene.

If this scene were written into her novel, what word would she use?

Gentle?

Too tacky.

Tender feelings?

That's too pretentious, and most people probably don't even know how to pronounce those two characters... It's better to just use plain language.

"I was held and comforted by my husband, the store manager, first thing in the morning."

Yes, plain language is still the most powerful!

The customers waiting in line for the store to open couldn't help but speak to the girl who was squatting suspiciously at the entrance, clasping her hands together and giggling foolishly.

"Hey, if you want to buy milk tea, go to the back of the line and don't block the entrance."

Chen San San squatted there, looked up at the customer, gave him a smug smile, held up a finger in front of his mouth, and whispered to the customer:

"Shh, keep your voice down, I'm doing something important."

After she finished speaking, she glanced back into the shop.

Just then, Ye Shu, who was in the shop, seemed to sense that someone was peeking at the door, so he turned his head towards the door.

The two of them just hit it off.

Damn it, I've been tricked.

Now that they've been discovered, there's no need to continue cosplaying as stone lions at the entrance.

Chen San San stood up, patted her pants, and then gave the customer who had just made her queue up a bright smile, seemingly pleased with herself for no apparent reason.

"Excuse me, I'm a shop assistant."

After saying that, she ignored the customer's bewildered expression, pushed open the glass door, and went inside.

The wind chimes jingled as Chen San San entered the shop, her eyes fixed on the two people embracing tightly.

Good morning, store manager!

She greeted Ye Shu, then called out to the older sister in his arms:

Good morning, shop assistant!

"Yes, good morning."

Ye Shu nodded at her, then lowered his head and soothed the head in his arms:

"Don't be afraid, look, she's here. It's alright, we're all on the same side."

What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me?

Chen San San looked at the person in Ye Shu's arms and thought to herself.

Then, she saw the shop assistant slowly turn her head, her eyes red, clearly she had just been crying.

The way she looked at herself was fearful, as if she had seen some fierce demon.

And after glancing at herself only once, she immediately turned back and buried herself back in the shop manager's arms.

Eh? !

What's going on? Just yesterday, this older sister was smiling and talking to me, she was still that mature and sophisticated woman.

Why do you act like Ziwei seeing Rong Momo the moment you see me today?

She was a little confused, and when she looked at Ye Shu, she also felt a little wronged.

Seeing her so dejected, Ye Shu felt a little helpless.

He freed one hand, pointed to the stool next to him, gesturing for Chen San San to sit down first, before explaining:

"I'm sorry, she's a little shy today."