All the people who like me are other people’s girlfriends! ?

*

Working part-time is not as easy as I thought...

After coming out of the stuffy kitchen, Xiaoju, with beads of sweat on her forehead, sighed softly, but this sigh was only fleeting. Feeling that time was running out, she just wanted to finish the work in her hands quickly.

The petite and beautiful girl, carrying a tray of food, came to the front hall at a pace that was almost jogging. Then, she froze in place, her waist and legs weak - people, so many people, all kinds of people were laughing and chatting. Maybe it was her illusion, she just felt that these people were always looking at her.

So scary... When she thought about crossing this road and enduring other people's strange looks, she couldn't help but take a step back. She didn't dare to face people, so she chose the more tiring job in the kitchen.

But now is not the time to think about that.

And isn't she the one who needs to change?

"Table seven, table seven... just go to table seven..."

Xiaoju gritted her teeth and walked into the aisle with trembling hands and feet, her eyes fixed on the front, taking each step with difficulty.

When she came to her senses, she had finally finished this long journey.

The guest is looking at his face.

Strange...why do I feel like I can't see their faces clearly?

Xiaoju put the plate on the table and said intermittently while biting her tongue, "Please, please enjoy your meal."

OK! Done!

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of happiness at having survived a disaster.

But just then——

"Hmm, I think we ordered the curry pork set meal, not this miso soup and fried chicken?"

The slightly disturbing sound rang in my ears like a huge bell.

Eh?

So... I was wrong?

At this moment, Xiaoju felt dizzy and almost couldn't support her body.

It turns out that "blackness" is not an adjective, but a real feeling.

Such inexplicable thoughts were still emerging in her mind.

"terribly sorry."

She only remembered leaving behind this line, and then ran back in embarrassment with the food tray in her hand.

Xiaoju returned to the corridor of the staff area. The kitchen was not far ahead, but she did not have the courage to tell her seniors who were working hard.

I...screwed it...

What to do? What to do? What to do……

Her hands kept shaking, and at one point, the objects in her hands lost balance. The sound of ceramic breaking was very crisp, and the fragments of dishes scattered on the ground were as fine as her trembling eyelashes. The stains of miso soup stained her uniform and socks, but she did not feel any pain.

When Qingye lowered the oil temperature of the fried shrimp tempura to about 175 degrees for the second time, he suddenly noticed that he hadn't seen Xiaoju for a while. At this time, a subtle sound came from the distance. He frowned, took out the tempura, took off the oil-proof mask, and walked out.

What caught my eye was a girl squatting down and hurriedly cleaning up the debris. Her shoulders looked unusually thin.

"Yes, sorry, Senior... I remembered the curry pork set meal for table seven as fried chicken nuggets..."

She lowered her head tightly, and the toes of her socks, soaked in soup, curled up in her shoes.

Qingye glanced at her. At this time, she was still worried that it was the food that was wrong instead of her thigh that was splashed with soup... Should she be said to be too serious and responsible, or a fool?

"Let me see the receipt," he said.

She handed her the receipt, her fingernails slightly white.

"It's just a small problem. The customer at table seven is a regular and has a child with him. Fried chicken happens to be a child's favorite. I can just give the fried chicken set meal to the boy as compensation and make another one and send it to him."

Qingye smiled. He knew that what was more important than comforting the girl now was to tell her that "this matter can be easily resolved" so that she would not have to worry about guilt anymore.

He went to the kitchen and added a "special golden fried chicken with secret ketchup" to the receipt, and drew a crying chicken wearing a chef's hat in the remarks column.

Xiaoju just followed him subconsciously, staring blankly at him as he kept operating.

When Qingye walked to the seventh table with the tray, Xiaoju behind him began to sweat lightly on her back.

She saw Qingye's unusually gentle smile under the light: "Your additional fried chicken set is ready."

Amid the cheers of the children and the bewildered gazes of the adults, he continued to explain, "This is the restaurant's rule. Dishes that are delivered incorrectly will be remade by the chef and given a free set meal. The crying chicken is the chef's anti-counterfeiting watermark."

"So that's it..."

The man in a suit glanced at the boy beside him who had already lowered his head to eat and smiled, "Thank you so much for troubling you."

Is the matter...resolved just like that?

Xiaoju followed Qingye back to the kitchen in a daze, feeling like her steps were floating.

Qingye looked at her and shook his head helplessly. Newbies are like this. They feel like the sky is falling when they make the slightest mistake...and this is where the responsibility of the seniors comes into play.

"It's break time now, take it."

Qingye took out the ointment from the store's medical box, then took out two ice cubes from the refrigerator and threw them to the girl.

Xiaoju subconsciously reached out to catch it, and the cold touch gave her a shock.

"You got burned by the miso soup just now. If you don't take care of it properly, it will leave a scar."

After leaving these words quietly, Qingye walked out of the lounge.

The two of them are not familiar with each other yet, and the girl will definitely feel uncomfortable in his presence.

Xiaoju lowered her eyes and bit her lip.

Senior Kiyono...

The name was imprinted in her mind.

...

ps: Three thousand words, keep writing, there is still one chapter.

...

035.Lemon's personal line

On Saturday, the morning mist soaked the early morning, dark clouds blocked the sunlight, and the morning breeze before the plum rain season rustled the newspaper in the front basket of the bicycle.

“It’s going to rain more often these days.”

Qingye looked up at the weather and felt a little depressed. He didn't like rainy days because it would be very troublesome to ride a bike and deliver newspapers.

At this moment, a sharp sound of sneakers rubbing against the ground suddenly came from the front. Qingye subconsciously braked the car. A girl was running towards him with the momentum of a 100-meter sprint, and shiny beads of sweat were flying from under the brim of her baseball cap.

"Move aside—the brakes aren't working!"

The girl shouted in warning, but the two still collided, falling off their horses. Of course, such a thing was impossible. Shaoyan Lemon stopped steadily beside him, glanced at the newspaper on the bicycle, and smiled:

"Hey, Qing, you're delivering newspapers so early in the morning? You're so hardworking. I like it!"

Her pretty face was flushed, and her careless words were very misleading.

But this is the truth. She is a hard-working girl who loves sports, so she will like people who work just as hard. It’s just that her "liking" is more like the public's "appreciation."

"Shaoyan, are you practicing running?" Qingye had no misunderstanding at all and spoke calmly.

"Well, I've been running for over an hour."

Lemon spoke in a relaxed tone. She looked at the newspapers in the basket again, silently counting the number in her mind. After confirming that it would not affect his part-time job, she patted his back and said excitedly:

"Ah Qing, let me help you deliver these newspapers. In return, after you finish delivering them, how about you come and play ball with me?"

Qingye instinctively wanted to refuse, but from Lemon's face, he vaguely sensed the girl's desire to have a heart-to-heart talk, so he agreed. Anyway, he had a lot of free time during this period.

"If you're not afraid of failing miserably."

"Hmph, you're so bold, A-Qing. Let me tell you in advance, the seniors in our school's basketball club rarely beat me."

"...Can I quit now?"

*

After riding the bike for five minutes, Qingye finished delivering the remaining newspapers, and then the two of them came to a nearby park.

"Ah Qing, warm up your body before exercising. Do you need me to help you stretch?"

The park was very quiet in the early morning. She stretched her body on the sparsely weeded playground and said with a smile that athletes attach great importance to every detail of their body because it is everything to them.

"I refuse." Qingye decisively rejected the opportunity for close contact and stretched casually - he felt so stiff. If he lived like this every day, he might have started to have back pain if he was not young enough.

She didn't care. She knelt on one knee and adjusted her ankle brace. Her calf muscles formed a beautiful arc, and the edge of her sports shorts revealed a clear tan line, exuding an inexplicable sexy aura.

Qingye subconsciously glanced at the dividing line between wheat color and white, then quickly looked away.

"Yo!" Lemon shouted, stood up, and began to stretch her leg muscles. After warming up, she moved from the lawn to the concrete floor and dribbled the ball.

"The court here is too small. Let's just play casually. Whoever scores ten goals first wins. How about that?"

She glanced around and gave Qingye a provocative smile.

"Okay." Qingye breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down and tied his shoelaces tighter. The rusty feeling on his body made him realize that he really needed to exercise.

Shaoyan Lemon handed him the basketball and said with a smile, "Since we're going to compete, let's add another bet. The winner has to agree to the loser's request and buy the loser breakfast and drinks. What do you think?"

Qingye didn't notice anything was wrong for a moment, and took the ball with a confident expression: "We will win!"

Lemon showed a smile that was both proud and excited, and lowered his center of gravity.

Qingye dribbled the ball nostalgically, trying to find his touch, and then took a step forward.

A crisp sound rang out in the stadium.

*

“I bought it.”

Shaoyan Lemon handed Qingye, who was sitting on the swing, a plastic bag containing meat buns, chicken nuggets, hot dogs, sports drinks and other things.

Qingye had a complicated expression. Although he had eaten the meal for free, he couldn't be happy at all... The score of ten to two was still too exaggerated!

The two times she finally won, she relied on the size difference between the men, which was not elegant at all.

This girl's athletic talent is really visible to the naked eye.

"A-Qing is unexpectedly good! It's already great that a newbie can succeed twice against me! As long as he exercises more, maybe he can beat me!" The girl rubbed salt into his wounds.

"Hmph... the only one you won was the weakest one among the countless clear junglers."

"Are you a clone!?"

Shaoyan Lemon put one hand on his waist, gulped down his drink, then sat on the swing on the other side, swinging intermittently.

"You can tell me what happened now." Qingye took a bite of the meat bun and said casually.

"I, I don't have anything particularly bothering me."

The girl tilted her head, and her lemon-shaped hair accessory swayed gently with the swing.

"I feel like... the tsundere one is not as good as Yanaijian." Qingye commented sharply.

"Really."

Hearing his tolerant words, the athletic girl's weak side couldn't help but reveal itself: "A Qing, do you think hard work is useful in love?"

Qingye was stunned. The word "hard work" is rarely associated with love. If you ask whether it is useful... it is definitely useful a little, but it is hard to say how much, because love depends too much on fate. The right time, place and people are all indispensable. Moreover, the scope covered by this word is really too broad.

Becoming the person the other person likes is considered effort; using tricks and schemes to make the other person like you is also considered effort.

The effort was so oversaturated that he couldn't think of a response.

Lemon seemed to see through his thoughts and sighed softly. Her face, which was always full of passion and vitality, also became a little sad.

She has been living in the world of sports since she was a child, and the rules of this world are simple - as long as you work hard enough, you can make progress and achieve success.

She has been living according to this set of rules until now, but now she finds that all her efforts in love may be in vain.

"When I realized this, I felt a little scared. I didn't like this feeling."

Her swing returned to its original position.

"These days, I've been trying to make an effort, but no matter what I do, it's like I'm moving forward in the dark. There's always a voice in my heart telling me to give up."