You are not monster girls!

Chapter 170 The more girlfriends Lin Muran has, the better!! (Edited, please refresh, 4k)

Inside the overcrowded café,
"Hey, isn't this my brother Lin? What a rare guest! What brings you, a big internet celebrity, here today?"

Yan Yifan, who was taking a break from his busy schedule, noticed that Lin Muran's eyes suddenly sharpened as she carried large bags and small packages. He could tell at a glance that she was waiting for someone.

As for who they're waiting for, that's anyone's guess.

Bai Mengqing and Xia Li are both not here. Could it be that she has a new girlfriend?

"Go away, stop talking nonsense. I just happened to be passing by. Can't I use the air conditioning for free?"

Lin Muran rolled her eyes at Yan Yifan and tucked the phone out of the bag so he wouldn't see it.

Bai Mengqing was in seclusion painting to catch up on her progress, Xia Li was reading books to study the script structure, and Qingyi had taken the initiative to extend her part-time hours and left early. The usually noisy house was unusually quiet.

Since she had nothing better to do, Lin Muran took advantage of the free time to go out and buy some daily necessities, and then bought Qingyi a domestic mobile phone for easy communication.

On his way home, he happened to pass by a coffee shop, and he thought he would wait for Qingyi to get off work and go home with her.

"Really? I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe me, then climb over. Your shop is so busy, and you still have time to talk nonsense with me."

After Bai Mengqing's impromptu painting performance last time, which attracted a large number of people to the coffee shop, coupled with Qingyi's guqin performance, the number of customers has increased dramatically.

The original coffee shop has been transformed into a new Chinese-style teahouse, and its revenue has quadrupled.

In the middle of Lin Muran's spot, there was a special spot reserved for Lin Zai by Yan Yifan. Otherwise, he would just have to stand there.

"Business is nothing compared to chatting with your best buddies."

Yan Yifan grinned mischievously as he leaned closer to Lin Muran: "You didn't find a new girlfriend behind their backs, did you?"

"Think whatever you want. I'm just here to wait for Qingyi to get off work." Lin Muran felt that the more she explained, the worse it got, so she simply gave up and let the other person imagine whatever they wanted.

When it comes to keeping secrets, Yan Yifan is trustworthy.

It's clear from the way Yun Yifei killed Bai Mengqing upon their first meeting that she wasn't prepared.

"Qingyi."

Yan Yifan looked at him with disbelief, as if he had just heard the news of the plane crash: "Kid, are you trying to link boats together with iron chains?"

At the same time, dating two people is considered shameful and is called "two-timing," but starting from the third person, the nature of the matter will slowly change.

Just like a "simp" who flatters many people at once is called a "warm man,"
Lin Muran can no longer be described as a scumbag.
Aquaman might be a better fit.

It seems that Yun Yifei and Qingyi have a very good relationship.

Yan Yifan often saw Yun Yifei waiting for her at the store after get off work, treating her to food and chatting, behaving like a best friend.

Shouldn't it be.
He asked with feigned seriousness, "I heard your sister seems to have gone back."

"Yes."

"Have you seen Bai Mengqing and the others?"

"I've seen it before."

"It's gone?"

What do you want?

"Where's my chaotic love triangle? Where are the women fighting each other? Where's Makoto's ending? At least there should be a freezer, right?"

Yan Yifan almost ground his back teeth to powder, but then, as if he had just thought of something, he asked suspiciously, "Are you a corpse now?"

"Bro, I think you've gone crazy from surfing the internet."

Lin Muran didn't bother to look at Yan Yifan's disappointed face after his attempt to humiliate him failed, and picked up her phone to check her QQ messages.

Although the ID is "Living True Dragon," the content is a nearly 50-second voice message, which is undoubtedly sent by Xia Li.

Living True Dragon: Brother, what should I do if I feel like I can't start writing the story? Emperor's Roar is waiting online, urgently!

Lin Muran: Start by writing. You can begin with everyday narratives. It doesn't matter if your writing is bad; the most important thing is to get your mind active.

Living True Dragon: Alright~ Emperor Roar, let me think about it first.

Lin Muran: What is Benlong doing right now?
Living Dragon: While changing clothes in his room to prepare for drawing, Emperor Roar borrowed his phone to use first.

Changing clothes to draw?
This dragon finally understands how difficult it is to do laundry.

Lin Muran felt inexplicably gratified after seeing the message that had been forwarded.

Bai Mengqing clearly has the ability to control the flow of ink, but for some reason she always gets ink all over herself when she paints, especially since she likes to wear white clothes, which makes things particularly difficult.

"Are you chatting with Bai Mengqing or Xia Li?"

"None of your business."

Lin Muran finished speaking in an annoyed tone, picked up his vibrating phone to see what Xia Li had sent, but the moment he saw it, he first pressed down on Yan Yifan's face, which was about to peek out, and then skillfully saved the picture to his local device with his thumb.

"Damn, do you have to use that much force?"

"You should be glad I stopped the car."

Lin Muran silently locked his phone, holding his breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart. When he reopened the chat, the message had already been retracted.

That was a selfie.

The pose is strikingly similar to the artwork of a certain monster girl on my blue P account.

Although the face is missing and the overall image is divided into three parts and obscured by two fingers, the outline of the majestic Southern Hemisphere can still be seen.

Just one glance is enough to get your blood pumping.

Why did Xia Li suddenly send those kinds of photos? No, I should say why did Ben Long have those kinds of photos on his phone?
Just then, Xia Li sent another message.

Living Dragon: I swore. Emperor Roar just wanted to send an emoji.

Lin Muran: It's nothing, what did you just send?

Living Dragon: It's out. Xia Li, did you just open a picture? Give me your phone. Sizzle. Ah ah ga.

The text being forwarded suddenly started acting strangely, and soon the other party made a voice call.

After the call connected, Bai Mengqing's plaintive complaint came through:

【picture.】

"What picture? I was just chatting with the Red Milk Dragon and only saw a message that was retracted."

【Oh, no, it's nothing. Xia Li choked on her water while recording that message, so she deleted it.】

As Bai Mengqing spoke, a gurgling sound could be heard in the background.

"Oh, is that so? If there's anything else you want to buy, I can help you get it." Lin Muran feigned ignorance while abruptly changing the subject.

That's all, that's all. You go ahead and do your work. I'll wash your clothes after I finish painting. That's all, bye. *beep*

"Phew, thank goodness I didn't find it." Lin Muran breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

"Didn't you discover your affair?"

"It's your sister, if you spread rumors again I'm really going to kick you." Lin Muran silently locked her phone and put it in her pocket, afraid that Yan Yifan would see the chat content.

"Never mind, since you and Qingyi are having an affair, I happen to have something I want to ask you."

"No, at least listen to what I'm saying."

Lin Muran was too lazy to complain, so he asked, "What's the problem?" "Just listen." Yan Yifan gestured for him to look in the direction where Qingyi was playing the zither.

At this moment, Qingyi sat upright in front of the guqin, fine beads of sweat occasionally sliding down her forehead, her ten fingers rhythmically playing the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" requested by the customer.

Compared to the original song, it has a more solitary and lonely feel, which, combined with the already charming café decor, gives the impression of watching a reclusive girl playing a solo in a bamboo forest.

But I don't know why it always feels like something's missing.

"Her performance of ancient-style songs was as amazing as ever, but when it came to the song request segment, there was something off about some of the classic pop songs she played."

"Maybe it's just because she's been learning other instruments lately, it's normal for her to get mixed up with them."

Lin Muran neither directly pointed out Qingyi's problem nor denied the flaws in her performance.

"But to be fair, you were the one who suggested Qingyi to request songs, right? That's brilliant."

Yan Yifan couldn't stop smiling as he patted Lin Muran's shoulder: "Ever since we started offering song requests, even more people have come. They're willing to sit here and wait in line just to hear live arrangements of guqin music. After waiting for so long, they naturally want to order."

He no longer cares how many girlfriends Lin Muran has; all he knows is that for every additional girlfriend Lin Muran has, his coffee shop's revenue doubles.

Yan Yifan wished Lin Muran could directly evolve into Cao Cao's army of chained ships.

"Uh, this was all Qingyi's own doing."

Lin Muran was completely bewildered and was about to retort when Yan Yifan interrupted her: "She never expected this move before she met you. We're all brothers, no need to keep our achievements hidden."

"Whatever makes you happy."

After the performance,

After sighing, Qingyi got up and stretched, just in time to see Lin Muran waving at her.

She concealed the gloom on her face, put away her guqin with her usual cheerful smile, and walked to the table to tease, "Oh, a rare guest indeed."

"I stopped by while shopping, and we can go home together."

Qingyi asked with a grin, "Are you really just passing by?"

"Really."

"You didn't come here just to watch me play the piano?"

"Half and half."

"Ranran is really not frank."

"Each each other."

"Hmm?" Yan Yifan listened to their conversation and sensed something was off.

Judging from their tone, are these two living together?

No, Yun Yifei, what are you doing?

When I went back, there were not only no fewer women, but one more.

Sigh, I need to find a way to cut ties with her, otherwise I really won't be able to extricate myself from this mess.

"Ahem, Qingyi, you've come at the right time. I have something to tell you."

Yan Yifan got up and left his seat, moving further away from the two of them as he spoke: "In view of your excellent performance, I have decided to double your hourly wage."

"I've already given the membership card to Xiaolin. From now on, you can enjoy employee discounts and other benefits when you eat lunch here. I've already told Xiaolin everything. You two can chat for a while. I have something to do, so I can't keep you company any longer."

After saying that, he ran into the kitchen and never came out again.

"Doubling the hourly wage, isn't that it?"

Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, she looked at Lin Muran, who was speechless, and a ripple appeared in her eyes.

Could it be that Ranran spoke on my behalf to that stingy shop owner?
Did he come all this way specifically for this?
Or are you just saying it's on the way?

Sigh, mortals are really strange, they're all so arrogant.

After resting in silence for a while, the two left the cafe. They walked side by side without saying a word until the cafe completely disappeared from sight.

Lin Muran broke the silence first, taking out a phone box from the bag: "I've bought the phone you wanted. Let me clarify first, I was just passing by."

"Alright, alright, I got it. You're a Face-Saving Fruit user. Whatever we eat on the way here is on my treat."

"Just buy a bottle of water."

"Okay~"

Qingyi didn't take the phone, but put it back down and offered to help Lin Muran carry a bag: "How did I play today?"

"He played an incredible game as usual, except..."

"But what?" Qingyi deliberately moved a little closer to Lin Muran, reducing the distance from two fists to one fist.

"I feel like it lacks emotional engagement; it's a bit dry."

"Emotional empathy?"

"I always feel that you play the piano just for the sake of playing, rather than because you really like it."

Lin Muran wasn't a music theory major, but the rudimentary knowledge he'd learned from the Siren was enough for him to give a general explanation.

"Playing the piano just for the sake of playing the piano?"

Qingyi muttered a few words, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes, then she scratched her head with a wry smile: "Hey, I guess I've been playing with abstract concepts too much, and I've forgotten what other emotions are like."

When she plays pop songs, she is also clearly aware of the differences between these songs and traditional guqin.

This awkward feeling was something Qingyi was experiencing for the first time since arriving here.

"Then you need to catch up on some melodramatic dramas."

Lin Muran didn't follow up on Qingyi's words, but shrugged: "Even if you are quite proficient in music theory, it still takes time to adapt to learning a completely new genre of music. Relax and just treat it as playing around."

“That’s true.”

Qingyi's embarrassment eased a bit, and she glanced at the chicken feet sticking out of Lin Muran's bag, asking, "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Let's eat roast chicken."

"Okay, Lin Muran, I approve of you being a prostitute."

Lin Muran was speechless: "Are you really a bird? You're so excited about cannibalism."

Inside Sally's villa,

"Oh, why is it so dark so late now?" Sally, wearing a dress, tossed her parasol aside and carefully lay down on the wooden bench covered with transparent tape, looking like she was about to die.

Thankfully, she bought a parasol 20 years ago just for its looks; otherwise, she would never have been able to get a SIM card and internet access before the store closed, and then go out of her way to buy a smartphone.

After this trip, her savings, which were barely enough to support her for two or three months, were completely depleted. After paying next month's bill, she could officially declare herself impoverished again.

"Let's try to see if we can 'shoot videos' and use that thing called self-media to earn money from water, electricity, and property management first."

Sally heard from Xia Li that Lin Muran also made money from this, so as her assistant, she naturally had to give it a try.

She took out her phone and scrolled for a while before finally bringing up the video recording interface. Then she went to the kitchen and carefully placed the camera on the island to start filming. But after fiddling with it for a while and finishing the slime jelly, she realized that her video recording wasn't on.

After staring at her phone in silence for a moment, she tossed it onto the only remaining single sofa and sprawled out on it in the iconic "Ge You slouch" pose.
"Never mind, I'll just find an agency to list the apartment for rent."

(End of this chapter)