Xueba's computing system

Chapter 30 Cold Ice Rain

The lonely moon in the sky casts its pure white light, and that brightness gives people a sense of pure beauty.

People always like pure things, pure feelings, pure people.

Lin Yuan also had fantasies. Fantasies about the future, and about the people who would appear in his life in the future.

He also thought that one day he would ride on a colorful cloud to find the white moonlight that belonged to him.

And how come the one ray of moonlight that shone into his life so far, and the figure who invited him to drink milk tea, just appeared in such a place.

Lin Yuan turned around and stared at the girl in white stockings in a daze.

He didn't know how long he watched until the other girl called him, "Just put down the takeaway."

Lin Yuan remained indifferent to the order to expel him.

"You are a beautiful woman, why do you become a prostitute?"

At this moment, the background music rang in Lin Yuan's mind, [The cold icy rain splashed on my face, and the warm tears mixed with the cold rain...]

Lin Yuan's fantasy was not specifically projected onto this girl with white silk stockings, but onto the concrete image that this girl represented. 'I worked hard, dreaming of having a future with someone like you. But I didn't know that the dream was shattered before it even took shape.'

Lin Yuan was very sad. "In today's society, it's really... You can't judge a person by appearance. How could such a pure girl...?"

The girl in black stockings saw that Lin Yuan didn't leave and kept staring at her companion, so a smile appeared on her lips, "XiaYe, your business is here."

XiaYe? Lin Yuan didn't know how to write the word XiaYe.

Business? What kind of business?

Lin Yuan suddenly looked down on the woman in front of him. This was a transformation from admiration to disappointment.

XiaYe also noticed that it was Lin Yuan who was looking at him, so he had to stand up and spoke hesitantly, "I...I...I am the receptionist. I will take you to play with them."

Lin Yuan walked slowly towards her and said calmly, "No need."

The girl in black stockings was teasing, "XiaYe, it looks like she has to be with you."

Lin Yuan was very impatient with the man's noise and shouted without even turning his head, "Shut up."

The girl in black stockings was overwhelmed. She didn't expect that Lin Yuan, a delivery man, could have such an imposing aura. She wanted to refute, but after a closer look, she found that Lin Yuan didn't seem to be a delivery man. She quickly reacted: Could it be that the person in front of her was a delivery man in COS?

After all, this is a two-dimensional script board game store, so it seems normal to have some COS elements.

Lin Yuan continued to calmly say to XiaYe, "How do you charge?"

"I... I'm just a greeter."

Lin Yuan turned to ask the girl in black silk stockings, "How does she charge normally?"

"She, for her, it's 200 per hour, starting at two hours. She can get a % discount for recharging the card."

Xia Ye said anxiously, "I said when I came here that I would only be a receptionist."

Lin Yuan was unmoved. "Open your payment code."

“I only greet guests.”

"Open your payment code." Lin Yuan repeated again.

"If you do this again, I'll call the police."

Seeing Lin Yuan's expression, the girl in black silk stockings decisively opened her payment code and handed it over, "Master, after my discount, it's only 300 for two hours. You can choose any script, and I will definitely satisfy you."

Lin Yuan was unmoved and handed the milk tea in his hand to XiaYe, "I'll give you the milk tea. I haven't had it yet."

"Milk tea?" XiaYe looked at Lin Yuan in confusion, as if she finally remembered something, "You...it's you." XiaYe turned slightly happy, "It turned out to be you."

But then XiaYe looked disappointed again, "Why are you here? This is not a place that delivery people can afford." When the black silk girl heard the words "delivery", she immediately said, "Tsk~~" and turned away, still muttering, "He really is a delivery man. I thought he was a COS, what a poor loser."

"Don't worry about whether I can afford it or not, just open your payment code."

"You... I won't do it. Please, don't make it difficult for me." XiaYe's voice was already tearful. "Please consider that I treated you to milk tea."

Lin Yuan sighed, "Please be serious, I didn't say what I want to do with you."

"Ah? Then why did you ask me to open the payment code?"

"Open."

Xia Ye looked at Lin Yuan's determined eyes, and she did what he said subconsciously. She felt that the man in front of her didn't look like a bad person. Because many otakus who came here often had obscene expressions on their faces, but he didn't.

After Lin Yuan finished scanning, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Soon, XiaYe's phone rang, "1000 yuan has arrived via WeChat."

Xia Ye looked at the door in disbelief, but Lin Yuan had already disappeared. She chased after him, "You... wait a minute."

But Lin Yuan turned a deaf ear and continued walking forward.

Xia Ye really wanted to catch up, but at the moment she was wearing a maid outfit, and even tight white stockings on her feet. It was obviously not suitable for showing off in the mall, so she was too embarrassed to go out.

She looked down at the transfer record, and there was a sentence on it: [You shouldn’t be here]

The words were brief, but XiaYe burst into tears.

I really shouldn't be here.

My parents worked hard to support me in studying art, but I really can't find a suitable job.

Teaching dance at an off-campus institution was only enough to cover daily living expenses. After deducting food, drink, medical beauty and cosmetics, there was not even enough money for rent, so she had to squeeze into her best friend's small room.

Because she was unwilling to give up after learning dance for so many years, she wanted to take a chance and apply for the graduate school of dance department of Zijin Art School, hoping to change her fate.

But to get into Zijin Arts School, I needed to enroll in a tutoring class and find a professional teacher, which would cost 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. I was too embarrassed to ask my family for more money. That’s why I came here to earn extra money through Song Xiaoxiao’s recommendation.

But no matter what kind of ideological struggle XiaYe went through, she still couldn't bend down after arriving here. Standing at the door to greet guests and call them host was already her limit.

After all this, XiaYe gradually understood: ordinary people don't need to learn art unless they can swallow everything in front of them. After all, she has taken the wrong path.

As for applying to Zijin Arts School, it was more of an obsession of mine. If I could have been admitted, I would have been admitted four years ago. Why would I have to wait until now?

Lin Yuan's transfer of one thousand yuan was like a needle, piercing the cocoon of self-comfort that XiaYe had built for herself.

Xia Ye had to face himself. In fact, he was now wavering between sinking or remaining unyielding.

Lin Yuan's words "You shouldn't be here" were like a thunderclap that woke her up from her daze.

XiaYe recalled Lin Yuan's resolute expression just now.

"He is just a food delivery man. How long will it take him to save up 1000 yuan?"

I remember the first time I met him, "It was such a hot day, but he was still delivering food."

'He worked so hard, and I myself was ready to give up because of a little difficulty.'

Xia Ye felt ashamed. She suddenly woke up and realized that she shouldn't live like this.

She quickly ran back to the store, changed back into her own clothes, and didn't even want today's salary.

She went out and headed in the direction Lin Yuan went, feeling full of gratitude.

'Thank you, stranger, you warm my life! '

(End of this chapter)