Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 3.003. Asuka Ryuu

Thinking of this, the manager resumed his affable demeanor, stepped forward to shake hands, and said, "That's fine."

"Jin Jun, welcome to the team." The manager's large, warm hand grasped Jin Ziyue's, occasionally casting encouraging glances his way. "A truly outstanding performance."

Upon being praised like that, Jin Ziyue smiled shyly, and the girl also smiled and clapped for him.

Jin Ziyue's face flushed slightly, and he could only hurriedly look away.

The manager now had a better understanding of the situation.

After the handshake, the manager patted him on the shoulder and said, "Asuka, come here for a moment."

It was that kind-hearted girl. When she heard the manager call her, she was startled and quickly went forward.

"This is Asuka Ryuu, also an apprentice, so she's your senior. You can learn the relevant training from her."

"Okay, thank you, manager. Senior Asuka, please guide me." Jin Ziyue expressed his gratitude to the two.

Asuka Ryuu realized what was happening, her face flushed, and she quickly waved her hand: "Manager, Mr. Jin's professionalism is superior to mine. I've only been an intern for a short time and I still need to learn from him. Besides, Mr. Jin is older than me, so I should be the one calling him senior."

"Hey, we're short-staffed right now, and the other instructors don't have time to train you guys right now. Your performance was quite good, and you can even put on airs like a senior. Why not? Hahaha."

The manager didn't stand on ceremony with the young people, dumped the work on Asuka Ryuu, and leisurely returned to his office.

"Jin Jun, you flatter me." Asuka Ryuu was actually a few years younger than Jin Ziyue, still in university.

The young woman had no airs of a senior colleague and introduced Jin Ziyue to the supervisor, the kitchen staff, and other colleagues.

"By the way, I haven't officially congratulated you yet on passing the manager's assessment. There was supposed to be a three-day assessment period, but it seems you were too outstanding, so the manager skipped that part."

Asuka's face was beaming with a sweet smile, but she was mindful of her manners and stopped at offering her congratulations.

"Thank you, senior," Jin Ziyue said sincerely.

"No... Jin Jun is older than me, right? Just call me Fei Niao." The girl was a little shy, hiding her hands together, but she gave a bright smile.

"Alright then, please take good care of me, Ms. Asuka."

"Please take care of me."

"Jin Jun..." The girl's lips parted slightly, revealing her white teeth. She called out his name, but then stopped, her eyes cautiously scrutinizing him, as if light might burst forth from them at any moment.

Jin Ziyue smiled, tilted his head slightly, and waited quietly for her to continue.

The girl pursed her lips, and after a long while, she smiled and said, "Good luck!"

"Okay! Let's cheer each other on." Jin Ziyue smiled and offered encouragement.

As he buried himself in tidying up the tableware, his pupils gradually lost their warmth.

He silently recalled, following the faint scent emanating from the girl, searching his mind for her destiny.

A statement of intent is one way to determine the level of threat a person poses. A statement of intent can, to some extent, reflect many essential factors such as a person's character and behavior.

This is an indelible mark etched into one's bones, influencing one's entire life.

It is not to say that all decrees have derivative abilities, but the relationship between people and decrees is one of use and being used, domination and being dominated.

[The more you do good, the more you lose]: The kinder you are, the more you lose. Life isn't a romantic drama; cheap kindness only fuels the greed of the taker. Those with this fate are innocent, kind, and simple, but this is precisely the beginning of misfortune. Doing good doesn't necessarily accumulate merit; often, every act of kindness is accompanied by loss.

The oath was not particularly auspicious.

It doesn't pose a threat.

The restaurant's chandeliers cast long shadows as others pushed food carts past with elegant manners.

Jin Ziyue had investigated everyone here. He silently verified their descriptions to ensure that everyone's information was accurate and—had not been switched.

Apart from the necessary monitoring and fire prevention equipment, there are no other alarm facilities.

Night falls.

Customers gradually arrived at the store, and the restaurant began to open for business.

A down-on-his-luck office worker, dressed in a well-fitting suit, his body emaciated from the tightness of the suit, puts down his briefcase, slumps over, and buries himself in the dining table without saying a word, hastily finishing his dinner.

Groups of two or three young people ordered the cheapest drinks available, and, fueled by the alcohol, shouted loudly, banging on the table and yelling when they got carried away.

Occasionally, young couples would sit facing each other, their hands supporting their chins, listening with great interest as the other chatted away.

The music inside the store masked the noise of people.

The red broth bubbled and boiled, the sizzling oil lifting the ribs as they danced on the hot plate. The aroma of hot pot and cooking oil wafted through the diverse crowd, and the soft lighting pierced through the swirling smoke, making the grease on the lips of those muttering to themselves appear even more vibrant, tinged with a rosy blush.

Jin Ziyue looked down at the road, silently pushing the food cart, slowly strolling between the tables, as if taking in the sights, filtering through the diners' laughter, anger, and all sorts of conversations.

The aura of destiny intertwined and became chaotic, and fortune flickered like a candle flame.

Everyone here influences each other's fate amidst the clinking of glasses and the interplay of light and shadow.

Without the White Walkers, the world would be peaceful and tranquil. People struggle and tumble within the complexities of fate, yearning for a splash of life's excitement.

Only Jin Ziyue moved quietly among them.

Birds were also there, and a little girl was cleaning up the broken wine glasses for the guests.

The two men, both nearing middle age, were the ones who ordered the food.

The wine glass tipped over and shattered. The overweight man inside reacted quickly, pulling Feibiao's hand away immediately, preventing her from getting her work clothes wet from the spilled wine.

Everything turned out alright, albeit with some close calls. However, the man's large hand remained firmly on Fei Niao's wrist, showing no sign of letting go.

As the bird cleaned up the spilled wine and glass on the table with one hand, her movements were restricted, and with a strange man holding her wrist, she looked embarrassed. She tried to pull her hand away, but found that her right wrist was as if it were being squeezed and she couldn't move it.

The girl looked embarrassed and glanced at the man. He looked remorseful, staring at the girl, placing his hand on the back of her hand, and babbling incessantly, begging for forgiveness.

The bird could only look to the middle-aged man's companion for help.

The man also showed an expression of great interest.

That smile sent shivers down the girl's spine.

"Clap."

A rag was quickly placed on the table to stop the rampant spillage of wine.

"Guest, the wine is about to spill down your pants."

Jin Ziyue wrapped a rag in his hand, quickly leaned forward, and his skillful wiping technique stunned the man.

The middle-aged man was startled by the figure that suddenly entered his line of sight, giving Fei Niao a chance to withdraw his hand.

"Feiniao, the guests at table number 4 would like to add some soup base, thank you for your help."

Jin Ziyue gave Fei Niao Liuyi a reassuring look, and without forgetting to swing his arm, the cloth he wiped left a mark, subtly blocking Fei Niao and the man.

【乐善好施】: Inspired by the phrase "乐善好施," meaning to love doing good deeds and enjoy giving alms. Submissions of this phrase are welcome!

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