After breaking up with 5T5, I took the summer oil line

Not long after the holiday is the Academy Festival. After all, Haichang is not a noble high school, and the festivals of other schools are quite different.

Since the first year of high school had already been scheduled for a drama, this time the class decided to pretend to be a bit old-fashioned, but still very profitable maid cafe.

The class is divided into two groups, AB and AB, who are responsible for the morning and afternoon waiters/receptionists/logistics staff respectively, and are coordinated by the class leader and Aoi Nagasawa.

Because Aoi is very good at dealing with people, everyone sent her to borrow related clothes. After bargaining the price, they were able to ask the shop owner to borrow two more sets from them as spares.

As for desserts and such, it would take too much time to make them, so everyone could only borrow a little from the cooking classroom to make some, and the rest could only be bought from other stores first, and then sold at a higher price...

In short, although it seems not very formal, and even a bit black-hearted, it is still done.

Surprisingly, it was quite crowded.

The leftover food from the previous guest was dumped into the trash can, and the plate with cream still on it was put into the sink. The faucet was turned on very loudly, and the three boys who had been cleaning the plate for an hour were still working hard. I thought about taking a break after brushing, but probably never had the time to finish.

Momozawa poured out the remaining coffee in the glass and put it next to the other dirty cups, then put the tray aside, sat on a chair in the makeshift kitchen rest area, picked up a disposable paper cup and poured it for herself. Drank a little water and took a little breath.

Aoi Nagasawa, who kept the bookkeeping, went somewhere, and the notebook was still spread out on the table. Momozawaxiang turned her head and glanced at the dense numbers on it. It seemed that she had earned a lot of figures, but she still felt that it was not enough.

She exhaled, and couldn't help sighing with her slightly sweaty forehead: "I've been tired for so long, so I made so much..."

But at this time, the curtain used to cover was lifted, and Nana, who was also a waiter and equally hot and sweaty, poked her head in. She was obviously very tired, but she had a weird and sweet smile on her face.

Her eyes quickly looked around the back kitchen, and finally saw Tao Zexiang who was sitting and resting, and waved at her, with Tao Zexiang's incomprehensible joy in the corners of her eyes and brows: "Come out, Xiangxiang, I have named you again It's gone."

"Isn't it time for me to take a break, 10 minutes haven't arrived yet."

Momozawa let out a breath, frowned, and took a sip of cold water impatiently, it was hard for anyone to see such an indifferent expression on her always smiling face.

But now, this look can be seen non-stop on every waiter who is on a break.

Knowing that this is not the time to be coquettish, she pursed her lips unwillingly: "Did you add money?"

"add……"

"Has it doubled?"

"He said he was willing to pay ten times. Of course, this is a bit too much for him, so we only charged three times."

Nana said so, and she winked at her friend politely, but she didn't expect this to make Momozawa frowned even more. She put down the paper cup in her hand, stood up, and asked while walking forward. : "Who is so rich."

"He's a handsome guy—"

Her friend's teasing voice was still in her ears, and Momozawa followed her and opened the curtain and walked out of the back kitchen.

There are many people outside, and the guests, entertainers and waiters come and go.And among the crowd who came and went, most of them were familiar with her, Momozawa caught a glimpse of Gojo Satoru, who was sitting in front of a temporary folding table, playing with his sunglasses idly.

He is wearing casual clothes today, and the temperature outside is neither too hot nor too cold. He only wears a long sleeve, revealing a deep collarbone, and his eyelids are slightly drooping, covering most of his blue eyes. His warm, scrutinizing gaze.

But the moment Momozawa came out and shifted her gaze to him, Gojo Satoru, who had just pursed his lips expressionlessly, raised his eyes, curled up the corners of his lips, and smiled at her as if the ice and snow had melted. The sense of distance disappeared in an instant, and he raised his hand and waved at her vigorously.

Momozawa was taken aback for a moment, her eyes were suddenly sour for some reason, she smiled lightly, but unexpectedly she had the feeling that it was true, and murmured: "It's Enlightenment."

Nai Nai next to her was taken aback, and looked at her: "You really know each other!"

"Yeah, I received less money, so I should charge ten times more." Momozawa Xiang paused, the smile on her face widened unconsciously, and she couldn't suppress it no matter what, facing her friend's gossiping eyes, she shook her head, He motioned her to hurry up and do her own thing, and said, "Forget it, I'll ask for it myself later."

Nana didn't know the relationship between the two of them, but she obviously misunderstood something, so she gently pushed her behind, motioned her to come forward, and then ran away with a smile.

Momozawa has long been accustomed to her friend's excessive gossip from time to time, she shook her head helplessly, approached Wujo Gojo's table, pushed the menu on the table closer to him, and asked, "Gojo, why are you here?"

"Shouldn't I be called master, I think they all call it that."

He didn't hear the title he wanted to hear, Gojo Satoru pouted in a fake manner.

He pointed at the girls and boys in maid outfits and deacon outfits at the next table, and couldn't help but look at the uniforms in front of him, the quality didn't look very good, the shape was conservative, and the fluffy skirts hung down. The dress up to the knees, the makeup on the face is not much different from before, but Momozawa looks several times prettier than usual.

Her long brown hair hangs down in front of her body, and because of the colored contact lenses, her already big eyes are even bigger, showing a kind of amber-like transparent brilliance. She is obviously a maid, but she is probably tired. What's more, he who has a good relationship, doesn't look humble, but tilts his head to look at him, and taps the fingertips on the table with his manicure, as if urging, so impatient, but rarely arrogant and cute.

A lot of compliments and boastful words poured down his throat, but they were suppressed because they were too frivolous. In the end, he only answered her question: "I saw that there was a hair academy festival on your feed, so I watched it."

"Oh, okay." Momozawa smiled, propping up her back with one hand, and didn't say anything to Gojo Satoru's request, but only evoked a brighter, but somewhat fake smile, and deliberately asked in a soft tone, "Then, Master Wu, what do you want to eat?"

Master Wu...

Although I have fantasized about what kind of voice, tone and expression Xiangxiang will use when calling herself many times since I walked in and sat down, but when this name is really called out, I am always called Mr. Wu in the family. Gojo Satoru couldn't hold it anymore, he let go of his hand against his chin, and his whole face was buried in the palm of his hand.

Because he blocked it himself, Momozawa couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see his reddened ears. He didn't look like such an innocent person.

After all, when he was getting along with her, he always wanted to get closer without measure. She thought he should be an old hand, and he could accept him without blushing.

But he didn't expect that he would be shy because of such a title.

Such a contrast made the brown-haired girl who had intended to tease him stunned for a moment, amused, and bent slightly curiously.

Of course, she was always good at controlling the distance, she didn't get too close, she only imitated him a little bit, and asked in the same tone: "Have you never been to a maid cafe before? Master Wu?"

To be honest, when Momozawa couldn't bear it and called Wujo Satoru master again, she was shocked by her own bad intentions. She always felt that she shouldn't be so bad before...

At this time, Gojo Satoru also calmed down a little. He took his face from the palm of his hand. Although his ears were still a little red, his face was white, and he couldn't see any blush. Momozawa pursed his lips in disappointment. At this moment, he frowned and asked, "Is that what you called others before?"

"Of course, they are all guests, so there's no reason for me to favor one over another, right?"

Tao Zexiang said so, but didn't tell him that she was so presumptuous because she was an acquaintance. Of course, she can't do this to every guest who comes. If a stranger who doesn't know her well sees her like this, I'm afraid she will hate her. right.

And Gojo Satoru, who had been lucky enough to think that he was special, frowned unhappily after receiving such an answer from her.

Seeing what he was about to say, Momozawa waved her hand, ordered the menu on the table, and said, "Please order first, if you don't order, I can't chat with you. After all, we are very busy. You can't be lazy here anymore."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the menu, because it was a temporary maid cafe, and there couldn't be too many desserts.

But the one he was looking for was very classic, and he could find it at a glance. He pointed his finger and said, "Tiramisu, do you like this? It's not too sweet with a layer of chocolate powder on top. It takes two share."

"Yes? But, shouldn't you ask yourself if you want to eat?"

"It's hard work as a waiter, isn't it? I'm running around, I want to eat something delicious. There shouldn't be any broken rules about not eating during working hours, right?"

"Ah, thank you." Momozawa pursed her lips. Of course she wanted to eat. It's not that she couldn't eat, but she was very busy before and didn't have time to eat. Although she wants to eat now, but...

Seeing her frowning to refuse, Gojo Satoru immediately clasped his hands together, and blinked his blue eyes again. It was obvious that the one wearing colored contact lenses between them was Momozawaka, but his eyes were bigger and brighter. This time, He even reached out and grabbed Tao Zexiang's hand and shook it: "Please, just take two bites, how about it?"

Momozawa was taken aback for a moment, and then she pulled her own hand from Gojo Satoru's in surprise.Of course, the reason she was able to take it back so easily was because the other party didn't use any force and was just probing.

"Don't think you can do anything just because you come to the maid cafe." She pursed her lips, touched the back of her hand, and felt a little embarrassed because she had reacted too aggressively just now.

At this time, Gojo Satoru also showed a half-true and half-fake expression of grievance at the right time, making it impossible for her to refuse.

"Okay, since it's not my name, I'll sit down and eat with you for a while. But if someone finds me later, I'll leave."

As she said so, she picked up the notebook pinned to her waist, wrote it down, and asked, "What else do you want?"

"Two more cups of milk tea, one cup of sugar-free, one cup of super sugar, and two servings of cloud rolls, two servings of each flavor of Daifuku..."

The ballpoint pen quickly slid across the thin paper, leaving a lot of unsightly scribbles. In the gap between notes, Momozawa raised her eyes and looked away from the book, looking at everything and ordering twice. Gojo Satoru, not surprisingly, met his eyes that had been looking at her and never moved away.