Chapter 116: Maid Cafe, Never Going Again

【Ono Mizuki: Happy, aren't you, Onii-chan】

【Ono Mizuki: 【TikTok Screenshot: Maid Cafe, three people wearing headbands group photo】】

This was the message Qingshan Li received from Ono Mizuki just as he was about to tap his card to exit the station.

The nearest people, everything goes onto TikTok.

What does the Diet eat? Can't they ban this software?

Kobayashi Shiki? Or Aizawa Jun?

Give me back my ramen money!

【Qingshan Li: Kobayashi Shiki proposed it】

【Qingshan Li: I purely did it for material collection】

Really.

Just like last time with the system reward progress value, meeting Amane, Miyase Yaeko at a coffee shop.

In "Detective A", the coffee shop is a setting that frequently appears.

Qingshan Li had never been to a coffee shop — Starbucks shouldn't count as a proper coffee shop; the coffee shops in novels all rely on that one material collection.

Especially the experience of Amane, Miyase Yaeko sitting at two tables, in the novel, it was adapted into a very dangerous scene.

This time, the chance encounter with the blonde Sword Princess, perhaps could also be embellished, turned into a wonderful segment.

But these are all things for after surviving tonight.

Qingshan Li returned home, lingered in front of the vegetable garden for three minutes, turned and walked into the house.

"Why are you here?" Qingshan Li looked at Mikami Ai.

Agatsuma Haruka and the others faced a club crisis, needed training, he could understand, even if Mikami Ai was helping, there was no necessity to come every day.

Mikami Ai took out her mobile phone.

【Mikami Ai: The book's sample copy is already done, came to confirm with you】

"Has it already developed to the progress of having secrets?" F·Rino murmured.

"If that's the case, little brother, your actions today are even more rude!" Agatsuma Haruka said.

"This matter we'll talk about later." Qingshan Li looked at Mikami Ai, "Let's change rooms to chat."

"My curfew is nine-thirty, still early, your matter takes priority." Mikami Ai put down her mobile phone, picked up her teacup and sipped.

Never seen such a kind Mikami Ai.

No, should say, she's always been this scheming.

Qingshan Li gave her a look — you won't have a good ending!

Mikami Ai appeared slightly doubtful.

Qingshan Li didn't think she didn't understand; in his understanding, she was saying — you demonstrate first for me to see.

The living room facing the courtyard was Japanese-style, Qingshan Li sat down at the dining table, feet placed in the recess under the dining table.

This design preserved the Japanese atmosphere while also ensuring comfort.

"Onii-chan," Ono Mizuki spoke, "I've always trusted you, just like trusting an instant noodle cup, thinking you could easily withstand 100℃ boiling water, didn't expect 55℃ maid cafe would turn you into a harmful substance."

She put it very tactfully, even a bit amusingly.

This was because in front of everyone.

Qingshan Li could feel her anger, not just because she kicked his knee in the recess.

"Speaking of which," he said, "at the coffee shop, also ran into Kendo Club's Elsa, her foreign friend was really tall."

"Omitted 'maid', emphasized 'is a place women would also go', answered really not bad, Classmate Aoyama." Mikami Ai smiled.

"Eh?" F·Rino lowered her voice, "As expected, Mikami Classmate, you're actually angry too, right?"

Such a close distance, indoors so quiet, although she lowered her voice, what she said everyone could hear.

Everyone looked at Mikami Ai.

"Why would I be angry?" Mikami Ai feigned puzzlement.

"Classmate Aoyama went to a maid cafe with fox friends and dog companions, wearing disgusting rabbit ears on his head, must have been stuck close by maids, right? Key point is, from now on whenever he sees stockings, he'll forever think of today's two maids." Bass Sakurako said.

Agatsuma Haruka wanted to speak but stopped.

F·Rino who thought Bass Sakurako was also angry, same as her, swallowed back a thousand words.

Mikami Ai carefully considered Bass Sakurako's words.

"Not angry, just feel he's dirty, this kind of man can't be kept." Mikami Ai said.

Everyone laughed.

【Love Daily Life - Mikami Ai, Miyase Yaeko: 90.1%】

'Looks like from now on can only find women like Elsa, myself no longer worthy of the purest person.' Qingshan Li self-mocked.

"I guarantee, won't go again." He sincerely apologized to the Ono Sisters.

"I'll remember." Ono Mika saying this meant she also minded.

After stomping on Qingshan Li's foot, Ono Mizuki withdrew her leg, and also forgave Qingshan Li.

"You guys have something to discuss, right? Hurry up and go, it's already eight o'clock, don't let Mikami Classmate's family get anxious." Ono Mika said.

"Okay."

Qingshan Li took Mikami Ai to another slightly more secluded living room.

This living room was very small, only two sofas, one dining table.

"You sit, I'll go pour water for you." Qingshan Li first returned to his own room, put away his bookbag, then poured water and returned to the small living room.

The sample copy was already placed on the desk.

"Looks not bad." Qingshan Li placed the water on the desk, carefully picked up the book.

"Xiao Mi, come quickly and look at your book together."

Content is most important, followed by the book title, but for a book on a shelf crammed with books, what attracts people is always the book cover; the effect of images surpasses text.

The design of "Detective A" is extremely youthful in color; the colors are very bright.

It might not win the favor of some older readers, but capturing the student demographic first and letting word-of-mouth ferment is also a method.

It's still better than mediocrity, where no age group has any interest.

Qingshan Li appreciated the book's overall design — the format, cover, layout, paper, special processes, and so on.

At this moment.

"Did I say something wrong?" Mikami Ai suddenly said.

Qingshan Li raised his head and looked at her with doubt.

"Your sister seems to not welcome me anymore." Mikami Ai said.

"Is that so?"

"Is it because I said you were dirty?"

"Possibly!" Qingshan Li smiled, "People like them with special experiences have extremely sensitive hearts; no matter how close the distance between each other, a single sentence is like being in a frictionless cosmic vacuum — once gone, never to return."

"I have that feeling." Mikami Ai nodded.

"But it doesn't matter." Qingshan Li said, "Originally it was my fault, so their dissatisfaction with you is probably... hmm, like a drop of oyster sauce condensed on the spout of an oyster sauce bottle."

Leaning his body forward, he confirmed: "Can you understand? Have you seen an oyster sauce bottle?"

Mikami Ai lightly shook her head.

"That's true." Qingshan Li leaned back on the sofa.

"What color is it? Solid, or liquid?" She asked.

Qingshan Li waved his hand, signaling not to mind: "Anyway, it's not a big problem."

He continued appreciating the "Detective A" in his hand.

"It's too beautiful, and my own written text, printed so solemnly like this, has a kind of magical feeling."

"What about you?" Mikami Ai gazed at him, "You share the same experience as them; in your heart, is it also because of my words that a drop of waste oil condensed at the bottle mouth?"

"I don't mind." Qingshan Li answered.

Just one point he confirmed once again: between him and Mikami Ai, it was impossible.

This fact, like a piece of pig iron, like being forged blow by blow by a giant iron hammer, was hard to the point of being utterly incorrigible.

"Really don't mind?" Mikami Ai asked.

"No need to worry about me, a man's wounds will heal on their own!" Qingshan Li said resolutely.

Mikami Ai smiled: "Apology, I'll be careful in the future."

"Let me tell you a trick — don't speak ill of me in front of them, no matter what I do."

"Is the maid cafe fun?" Mikami Ai asked with a smile.

"A bit of a deliberate meaning of leaning towards me."

"Is it business?"

"Possibly." Qingshan Li pondered.

"Or possibly your wishful thinking?"

"Is that so!" Qingshan Li smiled, "However, this point I want to learn from you."

He continued: "In the past, I always felt that as long as the appearance is pleasing to the eye, and the personality has no hateful places, being together doesn't matter. Perhaps I should be like you, paying more attention to the inner self."

"Remember to pay the tuition." Mikami Ai said.

"Spare me, owing you nine thousand yen is already enough of a headache, today I even treated them to ramen."

Mikami Ai looked at Qingshan Li smiling bitterly opposite her; clearly it should have been a topic to laugh at, yet for some reason no laughter surged out.

(Chapter End)