"Hmm? Helena wants to drink too?" Ye shook her head and looked in a certain direction. Boss Cheng sensed something and rubbed her head with a smile, "Thank you for your trouble. There is a cake in the kitchen. Take one." Ye nodded, said hello to Xiao and said that he would come out to take over the shift right away, then went back with two cups of milk. Harman hung his head in disappointment, but when he heard footsteps, he looked up, and saw Ye coming. He immediately stood up again, staring at her with a tearful look on his face, watching her get closer and closer until she finally stood in front of him. “What…what are you doing?” Du Ye put a glass of milk on the table and pushed it aside, then turned and walked towards the lounge. "Why give me milk?" "Do you look down on Haman?" "Don't stop talking to Haman!" Ye didn't say anything. Harman was in a low mood, but he was indeed greedy. He bit his lip and looked around, but there was no one around.
"You can't drink milk on an empty stomach..." Harman choked, "Why don't you bring some food for Harman..." She pinched her growling stomach. She hadn't eaten anything since morning, so it was normal to be hungry. Therefore, Harman couldn't help but drink the milk. As she drank it quickly, there was a circle of milk around her upper lip. White milk stains. Just as he put down the cup, he saw Quan Ye coming back from the lounge with a piece of cake. Haman shrank his hand holding the empty cup, blushed and said nothing. When Ye put down the cake and turned to leave, Haman couldn't help but Living. "Don't...don't get me wrong! I just don't want to waste milk! I don't need your help!" Ye stopped and turned around in Harman's increasingly flustered eyes. Seeing Harman not saying anything, Harman was a little scared. "You're not going to take the cake away, are you? I haven't even taken a bite yet... It smells so good... Ye came over and took out a handkerchief and handed it to Harman, who was blushing and about to get angry. "...ha?" "Here." Ye pointed to his upper lip, "It's stained with milk." Harman's face flushed, and he subconsciously took the handkerchief, then came to his senses and wiped his mouth hesitantly. "Don't be so complacent. Don't think that just because you gave me food, I...I won't pursue the matter!" Ye did not argue, but waited quietly for her to wipe it clean. He reached out to take back the handkerchief, but was rejected by Haman. "Wait a minute! I'll give it back to you after I'm done washing it!" Ye didn't care, nodded and went back to change shift. The little ninja was very hungry and new customers were gradually arriving. If she didn't go over, Xiao probably wouldn't be able to cope with it. After Du Ye left, Harman slowly suppressed his inexplicably high aura, retreated back into his seat, looked at the small milk stain on the beige handkerchief in his hand, and hummed softly. "......Thanks." He raised his eyes and glanced at Ye who had walked away without any reaction, muttering to himself.
"It doesn't matter if you didn't hear it... Anyway, Harman has already thanked me..." After saying that, she started eating the cake without caring about her image. The sweet smell of the cream whetted her appetite and put her in a good mood. She couldn't stop eating one bite or two. Du Ye walked to the counter and picked up the menu board, signaling the little ninja that it was time to take a break, and then he heard Boss Cheng ask in a gentle voice behind him. "How was it? Did she eat?" "Ah." Boss Cheng smiled, "Didn't you say anything?" “She said thank you.” The little ship girl who was concentrating on eating the cake moved her cat ears and subconsciously retorted with a red face. "Nonsense! I don't have any! Ahem..." Boss Cheng was happy again, and patted Ye's head, "Could you please send another glass of milk over?" "it is good." “Cough cough cough cough cough!!” Testimonials When the editor-in-charge asked me whether I wanted to put the work on the shelves that day, I was quite confused. When I agreed, my mind went blank and I typed “blame” instead of “editor-in-charge”. These were two consecutive sentences, which was quite embarrassing. Actually, I know nothing about writing. I had no idea when to apply for a contract or a recommendation. I just kept writing and I had 200,000 words. I thought it was enough, so I gave it a try and applied. Unexpectedly, I passed the contract review. I continued to work on one chapter a day. Since I felt that my writing was so mediocre, I didn't have the courage to apply for recommendation. It was the editor who arranged the recommendation for me. I am a senior in college, and I am just one step away from getting my diploma. When I applied for the exam, I was thinking about making money, not my hobbies. As a result, I was admitted to the environmental major. I realized this late, and now I am learning to change industries, but I don't think it will be smooth. I am very pessimistic. I am the kind of person who will immediately consider the worst-case scenario when talking about something. I saw a post before where a book friend said that I was too timid. There is nothing I can do about it. I am afraid that if I do something wrong I will annoy everyone. Although if something happens I can just run away and change my account, but I am the kind of person who is extremely pretentious, so I basically stick to this one account. If I get scolded, then I get scolded, so I always try to avoid this situation. Of course, if I have a problem, then I deserve to be scolded. As for life, I have already thought about the unemployment and rent and food money I will face after graduation, and I think it would be nice to have one more steamed bun. This book was actually just an attempt at the beginning. I have no literary talent. I have been writing argumentative essays for three years and wrote three or four short essays in my university courses, but they were of no help at all. So I am very grateful to you who have persisted in reading this. My original intention of writing this book was to supplement my life, and I won't hide it. I didn't expect to be able to sign a contract at first, but it doesn't matter if I try. Halfway through writing, I found that typing is very difficult. It takes a lot of time every day, and I'm not sure if I can make a living from it. I did have the urge to stop reading halfway through. Book friends who see this should have also read that PS (Chapter 51). I feel that you are really Buddhist and have been super nice to me. I have rarely heard of encouragement from strangers in my life. You said you supported me to continue squeezing the toothpaste, and I was really touched at that time. Of course, I am a little sensitive. After all, I will definitely be unhappy when I see bad comments, but I am trying to open my mind and actively accept everyone's criticism and correction. If you have any opinions, please feel free to raise them. I will respond immediately if I think it is appropriate. Horse reform. I've seen that it's already 35 words. It feels like so much time has passed. Now that it's about to be published, I feel a little guilty. It feels like I'm taking advantage of your encouragement for free. But I'm selfish and can't spend time coding. Words, very ashamed. The general direction of this book is daily life. To be honest, the tone is not ups and downs, nor is it interesting enough to make people unable to stop reading. I just want to write about the beautiful life of others in my imagination, which is plain and happy.
Having written this, I don’t know what else to write. I feel very complicated. I am very grateful for your support. Speaking of which, there are also comrades who read the book twice, friends who insist on posting between each chapter, big guys who give me rewards, and book friends who send me private messages to py, or remind me and give me suggestions. I am really grateful. I have no way to repay you. I can only give you a lethal dose of sugar occasionally to show my gratitude. Regarding the KanColle CP, there won’t be many, but there won’t be only one or two pairs either. After all, if you ask me to write a Crystal Palace with 365 or characters, I really can’t write it. I can write hundreds of chapters for one person per day, and meet different KanColle every day for days... (#°) You guys wouldn't just like this, would you? I'm still considering how likely it is that I can paste a cover myself. Although the artist's self-introduction didn't say that it can't be used, I'll just paste it first. Commissioning works is a bit expensive, and I'm about to lose my job now, so I'll save as much as possible. I'm so poor. Drawing skills… I went to an interest class in primary school, and I could barely draw Calabash Brothers (actually I dreamed of entering Huangji, but I had no drawing skills at all), so the cover will be a Q version. I’ll post it when the time comes and let everyone take a look. If possible, I’ll change it. I’ll keep drawing! (pointing to the single digital tablet) Well... it will be on the shelves tomorrow. I don't have any high expectations. I heard that the first order is very important (I don't know how important it is...), but it actually has little to do with me. The writing is very average. I won't be shameless to ask for this or that. Let's just try to maintain full attendance. It seems that the price is per word, so the price of the two chapters will be the same (approximately)~ Originally it was more than 2000 words, and I deleted and revised a lot. I can't stop nagging (crying), so I still hope everyone will give me more advice in the days to come~ Refill Chapter 138: Tsundere Transformation Plan 1 Today, Harman woke up from his narrow bed as usual, and the slightly old ceiling came into view. She took a deep breath and lifted the white blanket covering her body. The smooth texture and the soothing plush material made her feel very happy. But it only lasted for a moment. When Harman turned over and sat up, he found that the room was empty. There was no sign of other roommates. He was the only one there. Although the room was very small and had several beds crammed into it, Harman still felt as if there was a hole in his heart. Cold wind blew out, and his warm body, which had just gotten out of bed, suddenly became much colder. She got out of bed in silence, not planning to take care of herself. She simply refreshed her status with her ship outfit, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then left the suffocatingly quiet dormitory. This is the ship girl dormitory. The environment is average, but the fee is very low, so even though I am not wealthy, I can live here without having to move around like a real wanderer. She was very satisfied with the dormitory, both in terms of price and other factors, although the water heater in the bathroom had a very small capacity and she had to take a shower quickly to finish before the hot water ran out. Although the lighting is not good, after opening the window, only the small area coming in through the window can enjoy the sunlight, and the room is not very bright at other times. Although the first floor is always humid and the floor is slippery and easy to fall, you need to prepare a dry mop and mop up the water mist from time to time so that you won't be upset by the moisture. Despite all the disadvantages, Harman still likes living here, all because of her two roommates. They are both destroyers and get along very well with each other and used to be very good friends. "Well...once upon a time." Harman looked at the rising sun outside. It looked full of vitality, but she felt depressed and couldn't control her emotions. "It's the third day..." Harman bought a bun from a nearby breakfast shop and ate it while walking towards the cafe, his thoughts wandering. Harman actually knew that he had a weird personality. He always said what he wanted to say in a different way. His emotions were often inexplicably high, and even the volume and tone of his voice became much higher. "This is not good," thought Haman.
"If I didn't always insist on being tough and unwilling to give in, I'd definitely be happier than I am now, right?" It is said that this kind of personality is called "tsundere" by others. In fact, Harman herself admits in her heart that this kind of personality has brought her too much inconvenience, but she doesn't know why, she is inexplicably stubborn. "Yesterday, I wanted to thank you for the milk, cake, and handkerchief that Ye gave me, but I don't know why, the words I said always sounded sharp. Although I was embarrassed to be heard when my stomach growled... but I put on that This attitude is definitely wrong.” "I shouldn't have messed around with the store manager the day before yesterday. It's true that Harman's abilities are not up to par and she doesn't meet the job requirements. Although she smells familiar..." "Harman shouldn't have troubled the guests and disturbed them from enjoying the cake. The cake was really delicious..." "This must all be Tokiomi's fault!" "well……" "If I had acknowledged my mistakes and apologized when we quarreled before, they wouldn't have just left without saying a word..." “How annoying… me.” Harman bit her lip. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt that the bean paste bun in her hand was no longer sweet. Based on the principle of not wasting food, she still stuffed it in, swallowed it in three or two mouthfuls, and walked away in confusion with an empty head. It was still early and the cafe hadn't opened yet, but everyone had already arrived. Standing across the street, Harman could see Xiao and Ye wiping the tables quickly in the lobby, and he could also see Boss Cheng pouring liquid into glasses at the counter. milk. The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden veil on the exterior of the café. Accompanied by the wafting aroma of coffee beans and wheaty bread, the whole scene was like a painting, warm and ordinary, yet out of tune with myself. Harman felt a little aggrieved for some reason. Just as he was thinking, "Why don't I go back?", he discovered that Boss Cheng behind the counter seemed to have seen him and was waving at him with a smile. Harman subconsciously turned his head and hummed, then realized that his attitude was impolite and turned back, only to find that the other party had already looked away and was handing two glasses of milk to Quan Ye and Xiao who were standing in front of the counter, without looking at him again. Yourself. "..." "I decided to change it, but I just kept doing it subconsciously. Today is another bad start..." Harman crossed the road, lowered his head and didn't want to look at the warmth. He just wanted to return to the small place where he stayed yesterday and curl up, but suddenly he felt someone poking his shoulder gently. Harman turned his head and saw Ye's expressionless and delicate face. “What…what are you doing?” Quan Ye handed the glass of milk in his hand to Haman. Haman was stunned for a moment and suddenly blushed. "I...I didn't say I wanted to—" "..." "...Thank...thank you." Harman turned his face away, took the milk from Ye's hand, swallowed the inappropriate words, and took out the handkerchief that he had washed yesterday. "Pah...Pahzi also thanks..."
Ye took the handkerchief and said nothing. He nodded and went about his own business. After all, the shop would be open for business soon and there were still many things that needed to be prepared. Harman finally managed to say thank you properly. Although she stuttered and spoke in a low voice, it was at least a little improvement, which made her feel a little better. When she pursed her lips and raised her eyes, she saw Cheng Lao smiling at her again. Board, I couldn’t help it this time. "...Hmph~" The business of the coffee shop is better today than yesterday. There are many female customers, most of whom are here to watch children. After a short while, the hall is 80% full.