It started with being hated by the girl in the band

Nakagawa Nobuyuki took the latte art cup handed to him by Nagasaki Motoyo, looked at the milk foam in the cup, and nodded in appreciation.

As he spoke, Nakagawa Nobuyuki gently placed the latte art cup against the edge of the coffee cup and concentrated on the operation.

Soon, the originally dark brown coffee gradually turned into a light color, and with the regular movement and shifting of Nakagawa Nobuyuki's fingers, a four-layer tulip soon floated on the top of the coffee.

Nagasaki Motoyo stood aside, watching Nakagawa Nobuyuki's movements with great curiosity.

“Although I’ve seen latte art before, this is the first time I’ve seen the process in person.”

Zhonghe Xin pretended to be happy, feeling a little proud: "How about it, you have some skills, right?"

This trick was taught to me by Toyokawa Shoko. At that time, I practiced it with coffee grounds and expired milk. However, it does not affect Nakagawa Nobuyuki's ability to draw more complicated patterns in one breath.

After ringing the bell and placing the coffee on the tray, Nakagawa Nobuyuki turned to look at Nagasaki Suyo on the side.

"That was the first cup of real coffee I sold. It was pretty simple, right?"

Nakagawa Nobuyuki glanced at the customers who did not show any strange expressions, and then he felt relieved. He leaned against the counter and sat down in the chair behind the counter in a relaxed manner.

"Eh? Is it okay?"

Nagasaki Motoyo on the side also withdrew her somewhat nervous gaze from the guests' table and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's strange that I'm a little nervous about this matter.

And I always feel there is an inexplicable sense of disharmony...as if I have forgotten something.

"Well, since it's still possible, why not try again?"

Although it was a question, Nakagawa Nobuyuki's actions did not wait for anyone. He immediately took over several other orders and even took the order from the barista who was working here, interrupting Nagasaki Motoyo's thoughts.

"Shall we try again then?"

Nagasaki Suyo looked at the several documents in Nakagawa Nobuyuki's hand, her tone slightly uncertain, but when she saw Nakagawa Nobuyuki's confident expression, she suddenly felt that it was not difficult.

It's just making some coffee, right?

With this in mind, the two of them started their real part-time jobs.

Nagasaki Suyo was surprisingly good at it. After becoming familiar with the process, her operations were now exceptionally smooth and fluent, to a degree that even surprised Nakagawa Nobuyuki on the side.

"Sure, Nagasaki. You're quite capable."

After ringing the bell to place the order and wiping his sweat, Nakagawa Shinko couldn't help but give a big thumbs up to Nagasaki Suyo.

At this time, Nagasaki Motoyo had tied her flaxen hair into a high ponytail with a hair tie for the convenience of work. She looked more energetic and agile. The sweat that seeped out made her fair skin look more crystal clear, like a jade covered with mist.

Chapter 48: The Cook Does Not Steal the Grains

This kind of busyness did not last long. Although Nagasaki Suye was sweating a little, she was still far from being tired.

At this point, the number of guests was not that large, which meant that the duo had easily made it through the high-traffic moments.

Only at this moment did Nagasaki Suyo realize that so much time had passed so quickly without her noticing.

Subconsciously, he looked to the side at Nakagawa Nobuyuki, but Nakagawa Nobuyuki just looked back at him strangely.

"It's almost time to get off work, Nagasaki, aren't you going to pack up?"

Hearing Nakagawa Nobuyuki's rather strange tone, Nagasaki Suyo quickly waved her hands.

How could time suddenly go so fast...

As a result, at this time, looking at Nagasaki Suyo who was standing there in a daze, Nakagawa Nobuyuki came over mysteriously.

"Nagasaki, do you want to take a box of milk with you before you leave?"

"Congratulations, you have mastered one of the essential skills of a barista."

"Do you want to do it? Don't you want to do it?"

Looking at the inexplicably excited Nakagawa Nobuyuki in front of her, Nagasaki Suyo denied it with a helpless smile.

"What kind of necessary skill is it to follow the milk?"

Seeing Nagasaki Suyo's attitude, Nakagawa Nobuyuki showed an expression of extreme regret and gave up the idea of ​​taking the box of milk.

But think about it, this kind of rich lady certainly won't be able to drink milk. Maybe this kind of rich lady has been tired of drinking milk since she was a child.

Nagasaki Suyo looked at Nakagawa Nobuyuki like this and couldn't help but smile.

Especially compared to the serious Nakagawa Nobuyuki when he was working just now, the current regretful Nakagawa Nobuyuki is even more contrasting and funnier.

"Okay, Nakagawa-san, since it's time to get off work, shouldn't we change our clothes and go home?"

Nagasaki Suyo blinked, clasped her hands together slightly, and chuckled.

"It's really time to get off work."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki sighed lightly, feeling sorry that he couldn't get the milk.

After a while, Nagasaki Suyo changed back into her own clothes and walked out of the locker room with light steps.

At this time, Nagasaki Suyo had already loosened her ponytail, and her slightly curly hair fell naturally.

Carrying her small leather bag, Nagasaki Suyo glanced sideways and saw Nakagawa Nobuyuki still leaning against the side of the store door.

The sense of disharmony in my heart reached its peak at this moment.

I seem to have forgotten something very important...

He frowned, but the feeling of disobedience was like a peppercorn shell stuck in his throat. Although he could clearly feel its presence, he couldn't touch it no matter what.

"Hey, Nagasaki."

With a slight smile, Nakagawa Nobuyuki delivered his signature opening remarks.

"Because I suddenly realized that I haven't said goodbye formally today, so I still have to say goodbye to make it more ceremonial."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki leaned against the doorpost with a serious look on his face.

"Well, then how can we say goodbye in a ceremonial way?"

Nagasaki Suyo put the feeling of disharmony behind her for the time being and looked at Nakagawa Nobuyuki with some curiosity.

"Mr. Li Bai often wrote poems to bid farewell to his friends, and great men would also leave farewell poems to bid farewell to the world before they died."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki spoke very seriously.

"So Nakagawa-san wrote a poem?"

Nagasaki Suyo looked at Nakagawa Nobuyuki with some surprise. His face looked serious and not fake.

"So I let the milk out."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki simply took out a box of milk from behind him.

"These two are okay, right?"

Nagasaki Suyo seemed to have been led astray by Nakagawa Shin and couldn't help but complain.

It can only be said that Nagasaki Motoyo still doesn't understand Nakagawa Nobuyuki well enough, otherwise she should have reacted long ago when she saw Nakagawa Nobuyuki with a serious face.

Looking at Nagasaki Suyo who had no intention of accepting it, Nakagawa Nobuyuki began to explain with a funny look on his face.

"This is not milk from the store... I just bought this at the convenience store."

but why?

Why give me a carton of milk?

Looking at Nagasaki Suyo who had a puzzled look, Nakagawa Nobuyuki couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

"I've told you before, a barista who can make milk smoothly is a good barista. Just consider this as my congratulations to you."

Nakagawa Nobuyuki waved his hand and forced the milk into Nagasaki Suyo's hand.

"See you later then?"

It was the same as before, although it was a question, but when the question was asked, Nakagawa Nobuyuki had already turned around and walked several steps away.

"Meeting?"

Nagasaki Motoyo also chuckled, waved her hand, and said goodbye to Nakagawa Nobuyuki who was taking the opposite path from her.

Watching Nakagawa Nobuyuki's figure gradually disappearing around the corner of the street, the refreshing smile on Nagasaki Motoyo's face suddenly disappeared as if it had never appeared, and was replaced by an indifferent expression that made people feel almost suffocated.

She walked down the stairs gently, casually threw the milk that Nakagawa Nobuyuki gave her in the corner of the street, then elegantly took out a disinfectant wipe and began to wipe her palms.

"...disgusting."

How could Nakagawa Nobuyuki on the other side know these things? Unless Nakagawa Nobuyuki developed the habit of paying attention to the [progress bar], it would be impossible to guess.

I have to go to RiNG to work tonight.

Nakagawa Nobuyuki felt a headache when he thought of the drunk Hiroi Kikuri hanging around Fanxing all day long.

It’s not that he hates Hiroi Kikuri, the key point is that when Hiroi Kikuri is drunk, she always likes to stay close to him, and if she vomits, he has to take care of her himself.

To be honest, Hiroi Kikuri is indeed a very cute girl, but beautiful girls cannot spit out rainbows, and the things they spit out are not anything special. The only special thing worth mentioning is that Hiroi's vomit usually has an alcohol content that is neither high nor low.

Originally, this job of taking care of a drunkard was always done by Hongxia, but recently, because Hongxia is forming a band, she seldom stays in the hall and the stands as often as usual, so naturally it was Nakagawa Nobuaki's turn.

I decided that for the sake of my future working life to be happy, I must find a way to get Senior Hiroi to quit drinking or drink less.

Otherwise, washing clothes every day or something like that, Nakagawa Nobuyuki felt annoyed just thinking about it, not to mention that when Hiroi Kikuri was drunk, she would often talk nonsense and do strange things that ordinary people couldn't understand.

I heard from Hongxia before that Hiroi Kikuri had tried to compete with the store manager Xingge in a handstand walking competition, but unfortunately, not only did Ijichi Xingge not agree, she also beat Hiroi Kikuri with a bass.

...Now that I think about it, I hope this bass isn't a literal bass.

Being able to persist in drinking almost every day under such circumstances, Hiroi Kikuri must be a man of great achievements.

Chapter 49: Like a Divorced Rich Lady (Part 3)

"Yo, Nakagawa."

As soon as the door of Fanxing was opened, Miss Yamada, who was sitting next to the stands, saw Nakagawa Nobuyuki and greeted him with a calm expression.

Is that sorrel in your hand? No, is Miss Yamada really eating grass?

"Nakagawa-san arrived just in time!"

Before Nakagawa Nobuyuki could complain, Ijichi Hongxia, who was sitting on the side, brightened her eyes and quickly stood up.

"Well, we're going to the street on Sunday to take promotional photos for the band. Can we ask Nakagawa to help us take the photos?"

The ahoge on Hongxia's head was jumping up and down, and it seemed that she was quite happy about Nakagawa Nobuyuki's arrival.

Nakagawa Nobuo put down his things, frowned and thought about it. Anyway, he didn't have anything to do on Sunday, so he simply nodded and agreed: "Then where shall we meet on Sunday?"

"Then it's at the gate of the stars, right?"

Kita Ikuyo on the side suggested excitedly.

"Pochi, what do you think?"

Goto Ichiri was startled when he was suddenly called out, and said stutteringly: "I, I, I, I am fine."

As he spoke, he subconsciously moved slowly towards the dark corner.

"So everyone has no objection?"

Seeing that no one seemed to have any objections, Hong Xia clasped her hands together and spoke with energy.

But at this moment, Ms. Yamada, who had been silent, suddenly raised her hand.

"Ryo? Is there anything you want to say?"

Seeing Yamada Ryo suddenly raise his hand, Hongxia blinked and looked curiously at Yamada Ryo who had something to say.

"Can I have a free meal?"

Seeing everyone's gazes, Yamada Ryo put down his hand calmly and asked the question that concerned him.

"...I'll treat you to a meal."

Hongxia hesitated for a moment, but when she thought that Yamada Ryo was in financial crisis because he bought Kita's bass, she agreed in a gentle tone.

Unexpectedly, Yamada Ryo immediately turned his gaze and stared at Goto Ichiri who had shrunk into the corner.

Eh...Eh...Eh?

Is this looking at me?