Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
The webmaster suggested this politely.
A man couldn’t write, so she helped him. Such a method, wasn’t it the best way to replace the signature?
The webmaster took out his greatest patience, but the man shook his head at her.
“I’m sorry, I have to wait for my niece. She has a bad temper. If I press my handprint, she will be angry again!”
Niece…?
She must be a real weirdo!
What was there to be angry about for someone who could not write?
The webmaster was a little curious about this angry niece, so he could only drag her off work and wait for her arrival with the brawny man.
Wait!
The webmaster looked at the brawny man and maintained a smile. “Sir, you have received your bonus. Is there anything else you need?”
“Ha, ha-ha-ha…no, I’m just looking around!” The burly man laughed awkwardly, and a row of black lines appeared on his forehead.
He did not expect the manager to be so sharp. He was standing there in disguise, and even noticed him!
Just looking around?
The shop assistant stared at him suspiciously.
Such a big man was standing there sneakily. He looked suspicious no matter how he looked at him. Was he really not stealing?
The burly man felt uncomfortable being stared at by the shop assistant. He was just thinking whether he should leave or not.
The revolving door of the internet cafe was pushed open, and a fiery red figure rushed in with big strides.
She was not tall, and had a head of explosive red hair. She was also wearing the same red motorcycle uniform. That color was so bright that it could blind one’s eyes. The most important thing was her slightly round face, even if it was a head of explosive red hair. One could still see the girl’s naivety from her face.
The internet cafe manager smiled. “Hello, miss, may I ask if you are of age? We are about to get off work, and minors are not allowed to enter!”
After stopping, the girl stood in front of the internet cafe manager. Her hand was placed on the table and she knocked on it impatiently.
“Who wants to go in? It’s a lousy internet cafe. Where’s the pen? Quick, give it to me. I want to sign it!”
She looked at the punk girl in front of her and was stunned. She then looked at the man who was as quiet as a chicken but did not have a care in the world.
These two people looked so weird.
But when they stood together, for some reason, they were still somewhat harmonious.
Thus, the network manager had an epiphany!
She smiled. “Excuse me, Miss, have you turned eighteen? You haven’t turned eighteen yet. If you sign for Mr. Su, it won’t have any legal effect!”
Glaring at the chattering network manager, the girl rolled her eyes impatiently.
“I’ve signed more than you’ve eaten. Don’t I know if it has any legal effect?”
She took the piece of paper from the network manager.
The girl glanced at it and asked without raising her head, “Where do I sign? Here?”
“Well, but you’re not 18 years old. It’s useless to sign for him.”
She rolled her eyes again.
“Who told you I’m not 18 years old? I just look young. I’m already 22 years old this year, okay?”
The girl signed Su Fuyun’s name in a lively manner and then dragged Su Fuyun over.
“Su Fuyun! I’ve written it. Please give me a fingerprint!”
The webmaster: “…”
The brawny man: “…”
Anyway, they were going to give him a fingerprint. Why didn’t they do it earlier?
They looked at the tall and thin man. Finally, they were willing to move the hair that covered his eyes to the side. He looked at the signature paper.
It was a pair of eyes that were difficult to describe with words. The color of the eyes was very dark and clean, but it conveyed a feeling of the vicissitudes of life and faded lead.
His body exuded a kind of laziness, and his temperament was unique.
His originally unkempt appearance, because of this unique temperament, even the green stubble on his thin lips seemed to have a special flavor.
In an instant, the network manager was actually somewhat fascinated.
Her eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then she was startled awake by the girl’s angry voice.
“Hey! Is there a flower on his face? Why do you look at him like that!”
With her hands on her waist, Xia Ling’s hair was red and explosive. She wore a fiery red motorcycle suit on top and black leather pants and small boots on the bottom. She stared unceremoniously at the network manager.
