I'm not unlucky at all

After tidying up, Song Xing walked out of the bathroom, her hair was still wet and dripping without drying.

The jeans were a little tight, and the system was still angry for no reason.

The female boss in front of the counter, who was shooting mosquitoes, squinted at him a few times, her eyes went straight down three times, and she licked the corners of her lips inexplicably, "Brother, you are quite a real guy."

Sticky teasing laughter sounded beside him, Song Xing walked out of the bathroom quickly without squinting.

030 jumped out and laughed at him resolutely, "Hey, are you a coward?"

Song Xing frowned and reminded it, "This body is still underage, so pay attention."

030 didn't care about that, and asked hehehe, "This body is a minor, not you. Song Xing, tell the truth, are you a chicken?"

Song Xing patted his forearm with a "slap", killing a mosquito, "I didn't hear what you just said, please say it again."

The system thought Song Xing was guilty, and was very proud.

Song Xing let it go crazy.

A few street lights outside the bathing hall were broken, and an uncovered sewer by the side of the road melted into the same color as the darkness.

Song Xing stood in front of the sewer entrance, slowly took back the half of his foot that he had stepped out, and walked around as if nothing had happened to continue on his own way.

030 was taken aback, "There are still manhole covers being stolen these days?"

"Maybe the construction forgot to cover it."

Song Xing walked under the bright street lights, and there happened to be a convenience store next to him, he felt his pockets and went in.

With a dollar left, he bought an Alpine Double Stick.

030 was overwhelmed, and Ai Ai asked if he bought it for him during the period, the momentum was very weak.

Song Xing said yes.

Shuangxiang stick is very sweet, the creamer is very greasy, and it is a bit throaty.

In fact, Song Xing didn't really like this food, and wanted to drink saliva to wash away the taste in his mouth.

But he has no money.

030 was sweet and angry, and then worried about Song Xing's future, and thought about the mission goal for a while.

It is so deep that the road ahead is bumpy, and there is no light at a glance. It is very doubtful whether the two of them can enter the next mission world hand in hand.

Song Xing couldn't understand 030's sudden deepness.

He was walking by the side of the road, thinking in his heart that the original Tongzilou was kicked out by the landlord without paying the rent, and he could not live in it. He still needs to find a job to earn some money before finding a place to stay.

A mobile phone was left behind by the original body, and Song Xing didn't throw it away.After unlocking the screen, I looked around the contacts. There were a dozen or so people, all of whom were workers I met on the construction site, and there was also a fellow villager who came out of the village to work with Yuanshen.These people, just like the original body, are poor people, their wages have not been paid for four or five months, and they are all people who have their last meal but never their next meal.

After thinking about it, Song Xing turned off the phone and put it back in his pocket, giving up the plan to borrow money.

He returned to Jiangning Street, went to the most prosperous area, and patiently looked for shops that needed temporary workers.It's not too hard to find a part-time part-time job on Jiangning Street. Song Xing just changed his clothes and was well-groomed and not bad-looking. He was quickly hired by a well-decorated and petty bourgeoisie dessert shop.

The manager of the dessert shop is a capable woman in her 30s who doesn't smile much.

She said to Song Xing, "The store is calculated on an hourly basis. This is the first time you come here, and you will be paid 20 yuan per hour. If you do a good job, there will be customers in the store who will tip you. You collect this yourself, and we don't care. .But if some customers report dissatisfaction, I will deduct money from you according to the degree, and if it is serious, just leave."

Song Xing listened carefully.

The manager nodded in satisfaction, "Don't be lazy, go change your clothes."

There are temporary work clothes in the dessert shop, a white shirt with a red bow tie, and straight trousers underneath. All the waiters who shuttle in the shop and the pastry chef who concentrates on decorating cakes in front of the French windows are as tender and tender as green onions. A boy with a sunny smile.

Song Xing came out of the temporary changing room, and the manager's eyes fell on his face.

"come over."

The manager rubbed a layer of cream on Song Xing's sallow face.

Song Xing was not used to having something on his face, but he didn't reach out to wipe it off.

030 was startled, "Hey, you're at least ten years younger after this rubbing, and the big yellow-faced guy becomes a little white-faced in seconds!"

Unmoved by the description of the system, Song Xing patted his cheek and smiled, "Thank you, manager."

The manager also smiled, "You can't tell if you don't smile, there is a dimple at the corner of your mouth, it's cute."

Song Xing pursed her lips, her dimple deepened.

The business in the dessert shop is doing very well, with customers coming in and out without interruption.

Song Xing is the same as other waiters. When a customer rings the bell, he goes up to ask. The smile on his face is not strong, and he feels gentle and considerate. He is not at all like a novice who comes to work on the first day. The manager is very relieved .

It was past nine o'clock in the busy time, and Song Xing had just delivered coffee to a table when he heard the bell ringing at a nearby table.

He walked over, lowered his head lightly and asked the guests if they needed help.

"Click" a lighter sounded, the cigarette was lit, and the smell of nicotine spread in Song Xing's nose.

Song Xing raised her eyes slightly, and saw the man in a suit and leather shoes lazily exhaling a puff of smoke rings, squinting his eyes slightly at the young woman opposite him, all the focus fell on her, focused and enthusiastic.

The man is very handsome, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, elegant and good-looking smoking movements, and full of extravagance in his gestures.

The woman is very beautiful, wearing a dress, with slightly curly long hair falling on her chest, her collarbone protruding delicate and sexy.

A tiramisu and a cup of coffee were placed on the tables of the two of them. They didn't move, and no one answered Song Xing. The bell on the table must have been pressed by mistake.

030 has long been yelling in Song Xing's head, "Xing Xing, it's him, it's him, it's him!"

Song Xing frowned at the noise from the system, stretched out his hand to massage his temples, and reminded the man, "Sir, smoking is prohibited in this shop."

The man has an aura, with a bit of hostility, which is incompatible with a dessert shop.Hearing Song Xing's words, he fiddled with the lighter in his hand, raised his eyes casually, and held the cigarette between his fingers, "No smoking?"

Song Xing said, "There are rules in the store."

The man's eyes stopped on Song Xing, he snapped the lighter on, crossed his legs and said, "Then you come and put it out."

Song Xing took a step forward and bent down.

The man held the cigarette between his middle finger and index finger, with his palms curled up naturally.

Song Xing stretched out his hand without hesitation, pinched the flaming cigarette butt with his thumb and index finger, rubbed it against each other, a bunch of sparks lit up from Song Xing's fingertips, like fleeting fireworks, It's really beautiful.

The cigarette ash fell on the back of the man's hand, and Song Xing wanted to wipe it off.

The man fended off Song Xing, but withdrew his hand and looked at him fiercely, "It's a good technique."

Song Xing straightened up, "Excuse me, is there anything else you need?"

The man took out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiped it carefully along his fingers, and said in a cold voice, "No."

The young woman opposite him didn't speak the whole time, her pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, her expression didn't match her appearance, her delicate skin showed anxiety and embarrassment, and she looked at Song Xing with a bit of embarrassment and couldn't let go .

Looking at each other thoughtfully, Song Xing noticed that the woman was wearing a pair of washed white flat sneakers under her brand new and beautiful dress.

A waiter pushing a cart passed by and patted Song Xing on the shoulder from behind, "Xiaolu, the guests at table No. 13 next door have left, you go and clean up."

Song Xing said yes, smiled at the woman, and politely wished the two of them a pleasant meal, then turned and went to the next table.

NO.13 The colorful butter on the table, who didn't know it, thought it was an abstract painting improvised by the guest before he left. It was difficult to clean up, no wonder others pushed it to him.

030 stared at the table for a long time, but didn't see a flower on the cream.

Song Xing carefully wiped off the dirt sticking to the table. If the rag was dirty, wash it with clean water mixed with rinse solution, wring it dry before continuing.

030 took advantage of this time to recite in Song Xing's mind the information he got after meeting a man at close range, "Song Wenlu, 28 years old, both of his parents died when he was young, and was adopted by his grandfather under the name of his uncle. At least, it is also the son of destiny of this world, our mission goal."

After reading, 030 said excitedly again: "Comrade Song Xing, after suffering from hunger and scorching heat, this system now allows you to show your excitement."

Song Xing didn't understand the excitement of the system, but she still cooperated and said, "Well, I'm very happy."

030 was happy, "I am also very happy."

The cream on the table had to be wiped three times before it was wiped clean. Song Xing tidied up the table and raised his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of the elegantly overlapping long legs of the man at table NO. Shiny high-end leather shoes.

It's completely different from the woman around him.