Linfengchun

Kapitel 54

We're a minor celebrity with money and fame, we don't lack anything, so why would we need to resort to shady ways to make a living?

Xiahe had no choice but to urge, "Think it over carefully. Once you've decided, go to Little Wine Fairy tonight at six o'clock, remember!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his homeroom teacher walking from the teaching area, cursed, and ran away. The fifth-grade homeroom teacher, on his short legs, waved and cursed as he went:

"Xiahe, you skipped class again! Stop right there and go back to class!"

Xiahe ran faster than a rabbit, glancing back as he ran, cursing inwardly, "You short and stocky guy, you're surprisingly fast? Do you think I'm stupid enough to go back to class? I have self-study tonight, and if I go to self-study, how am I supposed to eat dinner!"

Yang Hai leaned against the shelf, staring blankly with his large, lifeless eyes.

Shang Lin looked up from his advanced accounting textbook and glanced at him briefly, saying, "If you're so free, why don't you take some self-study courses? Exams are coming up soon, aren't they?"

He enrolled in a vocational school to study accounting on his own, intending to further his studies so that he wouldn't be a shop assistant in the future, but an accountant, specifically to ruin Qiu Shanglin's accountant career.

Sometimes I find it laughable that I'm eighteen years old and still arguing with a kid.

Just as he was about to retort, the melodious wind chimes on the glass door rang, and Yang Hai's spirits lifted. A guest had arrived!

He and Mumu both greeted each other with warm and friendly smiles: "Welcome!"

The three sounds are combined into one; oh, I forgot, now we've added "Qiu Xia Lin" (秋下林).

Yang Hai was closest to the door and was about to go up and show off his silver tongue to persuade him to buy twenty if he wanted ten, or to spend one hundred if he wanted fifty, when Qiu Shanglin instructed, "Qiu Xialin."

Reluctantly emerging from behind the shelf, she shuffled her short legs and gave a deep smile: "Hello, do you need my help?"

The guests were a mother and son; the son was a little older than Li Changsheng, and he had an unhappy expression on his face.

The mother was somewhat surprised, not expecting the shop assistant to be so different from others.

Mumu quickly explained, "We are training new employees, please understand."

The mother was sweating profusely; the new shop assistant... was a child laborer...

Mumu felt embarrassed and awkwardly added, "Education should start from childhood."

The effect was worse than saying nothing; I just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The son said impatiently, "Hurry up and buy it!"

After saying that, he walked to the counter first and ordered in a very unfriendly tone: "Give me that notebook!"

The notebook was a bit high up, so Yang Hai quickly helped him take it down. He then lifted Xia Lin onto a small stool and watched him take charge and sell the goods independently.

Thinking back to the content I had memorized, I gave a tongue-twisting introduction: "The notebook is made of the best materials. To protect eyesight, the paper is slightly yellowish, making it a great notebook for protecting students' eyes."

The other party was dissatisfied and slammed the item on the counter.

"Show me the Rubik's Cube."

The mother, who was looking at other laptops, complained angrily: "You're not allowed to buy toys!"

Xia Lin explained dryly, "Auntie, this isn't just a toy. The Rubik's Cube can help people enhance their spatial reasoning ability and is also a teaching tool that helps students develop their spatial reasoning skills."

The mother, curious, said, "Oh, really?" and reached out to take it for a closer look. The son, however, became impatient and slammed it heavily onto the counter.

"What are you thinking! No, no!"

Yang Hai's expression tightened, and he knew something was wrong.

Sure enough, Qiu Xialin looked unwell and sullen, but he just held it in.

The mother and son looked at other things and bought quite a few. Although the son was bossy, the mother liked the chubby Qiu Xialin very much, constantly praising him for being cute and smart. The more she did this, the more unhappy the son became, looking at Xialin as if they were sworn enemies.

Finally, when it came time to pay the bill, the conflict erupted.

Upon hearing the total amount, the son threw his mechanical pencil on the counter and shouted, "Are you robbing me? Are you selling gold? What's so expensive?!"

Shinohara held back for a long time, but finally couldn't take it anymore and exploded. She slammed down the notebook in her hand and shouted even louder than him, "Are you brainless? Can't you do the math yourself? It's all marked on the label!"

This really stirred up a hornet's nest.

The boy was going through a sensitive adolescence; even a casual glance or an unintentional smile from someone could trigger countless speculations in his mind. He had just argued with his mother because of poor exam results, and hearing a mere child mock him for being brainless was simply unbearable. His face flushed red, and ignoring his mother's attempts to pull him away, he grabbed Qiu Xialin's collar across the counter and dragged him close.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Qiu Xialin, however, is stubborn as a mule.

If you try a softer approach, he might reconsider; but if you try a hard approach? Even someone as capable as Qiu Shanglin couldn't control him, let alone an outsider.

He struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so without saying a word, he punched him, the action accompanied by the sound effect: "Get the hell out of here!"

Yang Hai couldn't hold him back. Don't let Lin's young age and small stature fool you; he's quite strong. He'd learned a few moves from Li Changsheng and knew where to avoid vital points and where to strike. The two were close together, and Lin took a solid hit, instantly feeling a burning pain.

It got heated, and he reached out to hit her.

Yang Hai and his mother quickly stepped in, one blocking and the other hugging, trying to break up the fight.

Yang Hai felt it was shameful for his employee to be beaten up in his own shop; his mother, on the other hand, was afraid that her son would hurt the other child.

This is the scene that Li Changsheng, Xia He, Wu Ge, and the others saw when they entered.

Yang Hai stood behind the counter, holding Qiu Xialin in his arms. The woman in front of the counter held her son's hand tightly, pleading with him, shouting, cursing, and even threatening him, but nothing worked. The boy's face turned red, and he struggled desperately, cursing Qiu Xialin's family register with vulgar language.

Mu Mu stood to one side, at a loss. Shang Lin pulled her back, not allowing her to come closer, and calmly stayed by the shelf, watching from the sidelines.

Angkor laughed: "Oh dear, is this the place you're reluctant to leave?"

Li Changsheng's face was gloomy. He threw down his schoolbag and rushed inside. After checking that Shang Lin was alright, he went around to the counter, pressed down on Xia Lin's struggling arm, and asked, "Were you beaten?"

He was initially very excited, angry, and indignant, but upon seeing Li Changsheng, all his excitement, anger, and indignation deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon.

Her eyes reddened, her nose stung, and she sobbed, "Brother, he bullied me!"

Li Changsheng, who was very protective of his own, was about to get angry and was ready to beat him up first without thinking.

Qiu Shanglin fanned the flames: "He didn't hit anyone, but he punched someone else. Hey Auntie, aren't you going to talk to his parents? Or you can report him to the police, hitting someone is illegal."

Xia Lin felt so wronged, she bit her lower lip and stared at her sister without saying a word.

Am I your younger brother?

No, I must have been adopted! How can someone be so cruel to their own brother? Advocating that others hand you over to the police!

Even immortality is not enough.

If your younger brother is wronged, it's one thing to ignore him, but to make sarcastic remarks and then throw a tantrum, you shouldn't side with outsiders.

Angkor, however, gave her a surprised look.

Seeing so many people come in, the boy gradually calmed down.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

This statement means it's not over yet. In other words, I won't beat you up now, but if you tell me your name, I'll make trouble for you sooner or later!

Just as Li Changsheng was about to speak, Qiu Shanglin walked over slowly, smiling, "His name is Qiu Xialin."

Ignoring Changsheng's glare, she chuckled and fiddled with her fingers: "My name is Qiu Shanglin, I'm his older sister, his biological sister. I'm also the young owner of this shop—Auntie, I'm sorry for hitting your son." She first apologized to the mother, who smiled awkwardly, clearly not used to the situation.

"The people you just greeted were my dad, my mom, my grandma, my grandpa, my maternal grandma and grandpa, oh, and I think there were ancestors from a few generations ago too." He tried to recall.

"I thank you for your concern on their behalf." I have a very good temper. You see, you insulted my family's household registration book, and I wasn't even angry.

Wu Ge couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. Laughter is contagious, and when he laughed, Xia He, who was originally uneasy, also chuckled and secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

When Wu Ge heard that Changsheng had refused the invitation, he was understandably embarrassed, but magnanimously didn't pursue the matter. Unexpectedly, they bumped into Li Changsheng on the way to the boutique. Wu Ge asked him a question and casually suggested he come along to take a look. Xia He was worried that the two might disagree and start a fight; Changsheng was skilled, but even so, he was only twelve…