I send cookies to the villain [Quick Transmigration]

In the absence of Ms. Song, Shen Mian seldom went to find things by herself.

One is that he is not very familiar with the things here, and the other is that he always feels that it is not very good.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Ms. Song came back.

Ask about Lu Huaicheng.

Ms. Song was still a little dazed when she came in, and she returned to normal when she heard Shen Mian's voice.

She smiled, "There is no need to pay."

"I am the boss who is called to the outside world, and I am the one who makes the decision, but the store and the things in this store belong to Lu Huaicheng. He just doesn't like to take care of things."

Shen Mian looked at the [-]-square-meter bookstore again, and exclaimed, "It's all his."

Ms. Song sat back at her original position, took out the half-woven doll from the cabinet, put on her eyes and started knitting, "It's not just this store."

"Half of this street is his, and the other half is his landlord."

Shen Mian poked her head and looked out.

There are at least dozens of shops on this street.

Ms. Song didn't even raise her head, but she acted as if she knew what he had done, "Don't doubt it, it's his."

"However, more people know about this store. It was because the price of the bookstore near the school was raised, and things got a lot worse, so he opened his own store."

Shen Mian sat on the small bench and sighed, "That's great."

He also wants to set up a biscuit shop by himself, and then take whatever he wants and give it to Lu Huaicheng.

"You can work a little harder." Ms. Song said, pointing to the shelf behind her, "The ones on this are old books, you can take them to read."

Shen Mian blinked her eyes, pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't answer.

He doesn't like reading books very much, and he doesn't like studying very much, and he thinks that he can still live with his current state of not wanting to make progress.

Ms. Song hates that iron cannot be made into steel, but she can't follow his example.

I had no choice but to let Shen Mian play.

Shen Mian hooked the ball of thread half-heartedly for a while, and only got out a thin rope.

Hearing the vibration of the phone, he took it out to have a look.

It was Shen Zhaoyi who sent him a message, asking him how his work was going today.

Shen Mian praised her first, and then said mysteriously.

Shen Mian: The owner of this shop is actually not Ms. Song.

Shen Zhaoyi knew the answer, so he cooperated.

Shen Zhaoyi: Who is that?

Shen Mian: It's Lu Huaicheng.

Shen Mian: He's so amazing!

Shen Zhaoyi stared at the message sent by Shen Mian, but didn't enter anything for a while.

The bookstore is owned by Lu Huaicheng, almost everyone in No. [-] Middle School knows about it.

He also knew Ms. Song.

There is also a reason for Ms. Song to take care of Shen Mian in the past.

Of course, there is also a selfish desire to let Shen Mian know the gap between him and Lu Huaicheng.

But looking at it now, Shen Mian obviously didn't have this awareness.

Shen Zhaoyi: Well, his family is also very powerful, quite rich.

Shen Mian: Yes.

Shen Zhaoyi looked at Shen Mian, who was still agreeing, and was silent for a moment, then put away his phone.

Forget it, don't rush this moment.

After Shen Mian finished feeling, she lowered her head and played with the ball of thread in her hand again.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even recall what Lu Huaicheng said before.

Only when I was buying biscuits the next day, I remembered that Lu Huaicheng seemed to have said some strange things yesterday.

But the progress bar didn't move, and Lu Huaicheng didn't seem angry.

Shen Mian didn't bother to guess.

He put the two boxes of biscuits he bought into his bag, held up his umbrella and went out.

Two boxes of biscuits, one is black tea chocolate sandwich biscuits, the other is Quduoduo.

One for Lu Huaicheng, and the other for him to eat.

When he arrived at the bookstore, Ms. Song hadn't come yet.

Shen Mian took out the key and opened the door, moved the book at the door inside, moved a stool and sat at the door.

The raindrops were so big that they slammed down, and the puddles splashed fine droplets.

Seeing that there were not many people on the road, Shen Mian raised his head and looked up, and the area in front of the door turned into a fine drizzle, forming a curtain of rain in his sight.

He stretched out his hand to shake the rainwater, and while he was playing, it was dark in front of him.

Ms. Song is here.

Shen Mian hastily shook off the water drops on her hands, and followed her inside.

Ms. Song seemed to be in a good mood, and handed him a box, "You should try the big cherries sent by my friend. They are washed."

"Thank you." Shen Mian was a little surprised, took the box with both hands, glanced at Ms. Song, and happily picked one up and put it in her mouth.

Coin-sized cherries, red and black, crunchy, sweet and delicious.

While Shen Mian was eating, Ms. Song had already changed her shoes, made tea, took out a book from the bookshelf, and read it along the bookmarks.

Shen Mian followed suit by taking out the book she read yesterday and turning to the first page.

A few minutes later, it was still the first page.

Ms. Song turned her head to look at him and shook her head helplessly.

A middle-aged woman walked in from the rain, Shen Mian immediately dropped the book in her hand and stood up.

The woman didn't go to the bookshelf at the back, but asked first, "Where are the Russian textbooks?"

Shen Mian quickly replied, "The third bookshelf on the east side is at the back."

The woman hesitated and didn't go, but asked, "Can you recommend some for me?"

Shen Mian recalled it for a while, and asked her, "Is it for class or for self-study?"

The woman smiled shyly, "Teach yourself."

She thought for a while and added, "I learned it, and I hope it can be simpler."

There are three sets in the self-taught store. Shen Mian was not sure, so she secretly glanced at Ms. Song.

Seeing that Ms. Song didn't make a sound, she had no choice but to lead the woman to the bookshelf. "These three sets are self-study textbooks. You can see which one you like first."

After seeing her off, Ms. Song said unhurriedly, "Those three sets of textbooks are very suitable for beginners, and you can buy them blindly."

Only then did Shen Mian feel at ease.

Ms. Song turned her head to the right and looked up at him, "How do you feel?"

Shen Mian thought for a moment, "Should I write down which books are easy to use in the store in advance?"

Ms. Song glared at him angrily, "I mean, you don't feel ashamed if someone knows how to study in middle age."

"Y-also okay?" Shen Mian scratched her head.

Ms. Song held back her words.

After a while, she couldn't read the book, so she just closed it.

"It's the first time I've seen you like this in so many years."

Shen Mian paused while biting the cherry, and looked at her carefully.

"Let's eat." Ms. Song waved her hand, "I'll just say it casually, you are my employee and not my son, and I won't embarrass you because you don't read."

Shen Mian nodded reassuringly.

Ms. Song felt worried about Shen Mian when she saw his lack of plans.

They are also surnamed Shen, they are far-sighted, sensitive and eager to learn, Shen Mian is heartless and muddling along.

But she is not a person who likes to preach, and she just mentioned a few words because she couldn't bear it. Now it seems that it is useless to mention it.

Let's live like this for now.

At least Shen Mian was quick to get started with the work of the bookstore.

Maybe after she leaves in a few months, Shen Mian can still be the owner of this bookstore.

With this in mind, Ms. Song told Shen Mian more about the bookstore.

When school was over, Shen Mian was let go.

·

With a dizzy mind, Shen Mian was half a beat behind the price of newspapers for students.

When the group of people were sent away, they were about to take out the biscuits in the bag and go to find Lu Huaicheng, when there was another sound of footsteps outside.

Bringing rainwater to the door together.

Shen Mian looked out, and the first thing she noticed was Lu Huaicheng who was walking at the back holding a black umbrella.

"Damn, what's so unlucky, all the books I just bought were soaked in water." The boy who first entered the door stomped on the carpet twice before walking in.

The other also muttered, "Someone must have done it on purpose. The windows are usually closed, but why didn't they close last night, and it rained."

Zhong Qi was annoyed, "I wrote a set of questions last night, I knew I wouldn't have written them."

"Are you still doing the questions behind our backs?" The boy who spoke first turned his head to look at him.

Zhong Qi patted him, "Roll, I haven't said the words you secretly recited last time. Hurry up and grab the book and go to eat."

"The sci-fi novels that we said to order last time have arrived, do you want to pick them up today?" Ms. Song said as she walked towards the small warehouse.

Xiao Jing quickly followed, "There are still comics I want!"

"Yes." Ms. Song replied to him.

"Ms. Song, your supply is really good."

The voice gradually died down.

Lu Huaicheng put away the umbrella, leaned against the door, and knocked on the table.

Shen Mian looked at him suspiciously, "Huh?"

Lu Huaicheng reminded, "Biscuits."

When Shen Mian bent down to look for the biscuits he brought, he whispered again, "I don't come to the bookstore often. If you work part-time here, you might as well go to a restaurant."

"Do restaurants also recruit people?" Shen Mian asked him curiously.

Lu Huaicheng didn't reply, but asked him first, "You want to see me that much?"

Shen Mian thought for a while, "No."

Apart from giving Lu Huaicheng biscuits and treating Lu Huaicheng to dinner, it doesn't matter if you see Lu Huaicheng or not.

Lu Huaicheng took him for duplicity, "Don't go to the restaurant, I'll take you to dinner with me in a few days."

Working in a restaurant is more tiring than working in a bookstore, and it is easy to get into trouble.

"Okay." Shen Mian responded quickly, her bright black eyes glowing.

He handed the biscuit to Lu Huaicheng.

Lu Huaicheng took it and glanced at it, then looked at Shen Mian's bag, "Where's the other one?"

Shen Mian gathered her black schoolbag, and said quickly, "That's what I ate."

He finally had spare money to buy biscuits for himself.

Lu Huaicheng opened his mouth and said without doubt, "Give it to me."

Shen Mian pursed her lips in embarrassment, and after a few seconds of stalemate, she opened the black bag and took out the box of biscuits.

Lu Huaicheng took Qu Duoduo and threw Letao's biscuits into Shen Mian's bag.

Shen Mian glanced at the biscuit in his hand, then at the biscuit lying in her bag.

Listening to 001 talking about the increase in progress, I still don't quite understand.

Doesn't Lu Huaicheng like expensive biscuits?

The sound of footsteps came from behind, Lu Huaicheng motioned for his bag, "I haven't put it away yet."

Shen Mian stuffed her schoolbag into the cabinet.

Zhong Qi's figure had already come out from behind the bookshelf, holding the book in his hand, he asked casually, "Brother Lu? Are you chatting with him?"

Lu Huaicheng pinched the biscuit box with his fingers, glanced at Shen Mian, and said casually, "I'm just wondering why the store still employs child labor."

"Xiao Shen is not a child laborer." Ms. Song came out from behind and smiled.

"Isn't it?" Zhong Qi said first, "Is he already eighteen? You can't tell at all."

"He has graduated from college for three years." Ms. Song said with a smile.

Lu Huaicheng, who was originally lazy and half-downcast, quickly raised his eyes and looked at Shen Mian.

Shen Mian smiled and nodded, "Yes."

"Three years after graduating from university?" Lu Huaicheng repeated in a low voice.

Ms. Song nodded, "Well, it's already 25, is it 25?"

She said and looked at Shen Mian.

Shen Mian was about to answer, but suddenly froze, and turned to look at Lu Huaicheng.

The progress went all the way down and returned to zero directly.

Lu Huaicheng was in a daze at the moment.

Holding the biscuit, he didn't even look at Shen Mian, he opened the umbrella and went outside.

In vain, he still felt that Shen Mian was silly occasionally, and it was not bad to keep it to make himself happy.

Now it seems that he is the one who makes people happy.

Three years after graduating from university, 25 years old...

They are not simple and ignorant high school students or children at all.

He lied to him for so long.

What a great way.