Chapter 1 The youth foot-washing king will not meet the cello girl The boy who looked like a high school student in front of him had been sizing him up for half an hour. Even though he ordered the 699 deluxe package of "Reminiscing Youthful Memories - High School Uniform Gold Medal Massage", the woman was still a little frightened by the hot gaze. However, this guy is obviously a high school student, why did he spend so much money to see his uniform? Haven't seen enough at school? The 24-year-old female master No. 7 was originally very confident in pretending to be a high school girl, but now she meets a real high school student, and she suddenly feels that her career has been challenged like never before. The other person's face is most likely from someone who has had sex with a real girl. You won’t have to write math problems for yourself later, right? I only went to vocational high school, which is not considered high school. "Why do you do this?"
"ah?" "You look pretty, why do you do this?" the boy asked. "My father was addicted to gambling when I was very young." The woman spoke skillfully. "It's not okay to be addicted to sex." The young man didn't like her, so he interrupted her immediately. "Won't it affect your grades?" "I'm not a high school student, I'm a cosplayer. I have no grades, only performance." "But there will be people around you who gossip, right? If I take you back, I will not only explain it clearly to relatives and friends, but also consider how to eliminate the negative impact of this dark history." The woman was sweating profusely. What he said was serious. Isn't this guy going to marry me? At a young age, he already had a heart for redemption. However, judging from his appearance, it's not impossible. "Will it be difficult to pursue other careers in the future? For example, if you become famous after your debut and someone discovers that you used to clean your feet, they will definitely write something in the comment area, 'A businessman plays with the rest of the geisha, and you treat it like a baby.'" Class words.” The young man analyzed it carefully, "If I have to talk about the benefits, it's that someone will spend more money to wash your feet in the future, but with that money, why don't I make an appointment?" "Fuck, you are fucking sick!" The woman broke her guard. She felt like she was being made fun of. It was embarrassing enough to wear this school uniform, but now she had to be humiliated by a high school student.
"I won't do it! Your mother should wash your feet better than you. Go and wash your fucking brain!" The woman stood up angrily and was about to leave. "Then refund my 699." "I gave you 40 minutes of a 70-minute project, and you still want to withdraw?" "Then you refund me 400 and give me a 399 coupon. I know there are some. I just saw it at the front desk." The boy said seriously. "." Taking the coupon, Lin Tian walked out of the SPA. It had just rained heavily and there was still water on the street. Looking at the [Almighty Producer] system in front of him, he sighed. In the end, there was still no suitable candidate. Lin Tian, who was born in a parallel world for 18 years, originally planned to lead a dull life, but last week he was bound to a system called the Almighty Producer. This system cannot be used by oneself. It must be bound to a female [partner] to activate it. By cultivating his partner into an "idol" worshiped by the world, Lin Tian can improve his attributes and obtain rewards from various previous works - novels, music, comics, scripts and the like. However, although Lin Tian has a face that is envied by countless men, because he lives a very energy-saving campus life, he has almost no luck with the opposite sex. Nowadays, it is not that easy to find a girl to be bound to. As a last resort, Lin Tiancai thought of trying the Foot Washing City. After all, the Foot Washing City is a place where all men can have direct contact with beautiful women at a low cost. But unfortunately, those who wash their feet are those who wash their feet. Even if she were to dress up in idol clothes, she would probably only rack her brains to come up with a foot massage package where "a handshake will end the plot and the show will end with a paly-singing gold medal massage". Sure enough, this matter cannot be rushed. If he accidentally binds the wrong partner, Lin Tian will have to spend the rest of his life as a lobby manager. What manager you ask? Of course, it is the lobby manager of Jinzu Impression, the mentor of many gold-medal beauty technicians, Mr. Lin Tian, known as the "King of Foot Washing". He has a system but still chooses to shine for the cause of foot washing. After his death, he will be able to enjoy the Ancestral Temple and enjoy the incense for thousands of years. Unfortunately, Lin Tian, who is now in his third year of high school, has no interest in foot washing. After coming out of Foot Washing City, it was already dark, and Lin Tian got on the subway home. Lin Tian lives alone in a low-cost rental house in an old community. Although the environment is a bit shabby, the location is not bad. It is located on the second ring road of the city, six subway stations away from the school and only a few kilometers away from the city center, which is perfect for a day student like him. The unit building is close to the street, and the first floor is a coffee shop with a very artistic decoration.
Usually, in order to save a few steps, Lin Tian would pass directly through the coffee shop. The shop owner is an elderly man named Gan. He has white hair, but he always looks energetic. The uncle knew that Lin Tian lived alone. Every time Lin Tian came back from school, he would greet him with a smile and care about Lin Tian's life. During holidays, he would also give Lin Tian some cakes and homemade wine. Lin Tian was very grateful for this. Even though he had never been in the habit of drinking coffee, he would often buy a cup when he got home in the evening, although most of the time the uncle would not charge him. At night, when Lin Tian returned to the coffee shop, he unexpectedly found that the lights in the shop had been turned off and the door was closed. It was only a little after nine o'clock. Did you get off work so early today? Lin Tian was a little surprised. The coffee shop usually closes at 11:30 on weekdays, but in fact, this time will only be later, not earlier. Once Lin Tian came back at three in the morning, and the shop was open. There must be something wrong. Lin Tian didn't think much about it. He approached the glass door and took a look inside. At this moment, the door opened from the inside. A girl carrying a cello came out and bumped into Lin Tian. The girl had a plain face, wearing the same high school uniform as himself, and a refreshing single ponytail. But for some reason, her eyes were dead. Seeing Lin Tian, the girl trembled her lips slightly: "What's up?" "Where's Grandpa Gan?" "He's not here. I'll be in charge of the store today." "Who are you?" "His granddaughter." "Oh." "Yeah." The two ended their brief conversation, and the girl walked straight past Lin Tian, and the cello bag behind her even rubbed against Lin Tian's shoulder. The girl threw a bag of garbage into the trash can on the side of the road, then turned back into the store and locked the door. Looking at the girl's back, Lin Tian was a little confused. How come he didn't know that Grandpa Gan had a granddaughter, and she went to the same high school as him? But to be honest, it was usually Grandpa who cared about his life, and he didn't seem to care about Grandpa's family situation.
I originally wanted to ask if I could borrow the road from the coffee shop. But seeing the girl's cold face, Lin Tian gave up. It felt that communication would be very troublesome. Walking into the community gate, Lin Tian went up to the apartment building. He lived in 603. The state has regulations that elevators must be installed above the 6th floor, so most of the buildings in these old communities are six stories high. When he reached the 6th floor, he saw the figure again. The girl was carrying a heavy cello and sitting on the railing wall of the corridor at the entrance of 603. Her white legs were already in the air. What is she doing, blowing the wind? Or looking for a lost kitten? She can't be committing suicide. The girl turned her head and saw Lin Tian. "Can you not die at my doorstep?" Lin Tian asked. "Okay." The girl on the railing wall moved gently from 603 to the opposite side of 602. "It doesn't make a difference, why don't you change a floor?" "You may not die if you fall down." "Head down is fine." Lin Tian thought about it. In this case, he would have to tie the cello to his head, but she definitely couldn't do it alone, so he had to help. Then when he went home and looked in the mirror, he would see that his head had become 1-0-0. "Go to the rooftop?" "The rooftop is locked, I don't have the key." "The lock opens when you pull it down, it's not locked." "Oh." The girl suddenly realized. She slowly turned around, then slowly put her feet down and jumped off the low wall. "Thank you." "You're welcome."
Lin Tian nodded, took out the key, and prepared to open the door. Just then, the girl seemed to remember something. She just walked up a few steps and walked down again. "By the way, can you help keep this?" The girl took off the cello bag on her back. "I'm afraid this won't work, sorry." Lin Tian refused. "Okay." The girl said with some regret, "Then I wish you good night." "You too, good night." After that, the girl walked upstairs to the rooftop, and Lin Tian also opened the door and returned to the inner room. Opening the refrigerator, taking out the hand-brewed iced coffee that had been there for who knows how many days, Lin Tian lay on the sofa, turned on the computer, and planned to enjoy this leisurely time before taking a bath. However, a minute passed. Lin Tian gradually felt that something seemed to be wrong. Wait a minute, Is she really dead?