It was said that the vigor of youth showed in unconventional creativity—or destructiveness.
Something similar seemed to be happening in an ordinary little roadside shop.
Not only had his features been radically altered; Fu Qian was quite sure he'd shrunk a little, too.
And with hands that clearly hadn't done much work, he didn't look like he had much of a physical advantage over the man behind the counter. Anyone with even a little sense wouldn't think to use that to intimidate someone—
So could this be turned around to prove that anyone who would do such a thing was not right in the head?
It was clear that, as someone with more life experience, the shopkeeper was wavering like crazy inside.
At the heart of his hesitation was whether the person in front of him would actually dare to "try staring one more time."
Normally, a young man dressed like this wouldn't do such a thing. Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to intimidate anyone.
But just like before, that fixed impression only made his current behavior feel all the more jarring...
"Sorry, it's a bit late. I'm getting ready to close."
The outcome, in the end, wasn't particularly surprising.
The shopkeeper in the plaid shirt still chose the middle path, avoiding risk while preserving a shred of dignity.
"Then I'll come back after you close."
Faced with the dismissal, Fu Qian reacted quite casually, imitating a line from a classic exchange.
"...Why would you come back then?"
The shopkeeper's eyes widened abruptly, then narrowed again, and his tone turned rather hostile.
"Because by then you might be willing to remember more... I just took a look. You're sleeping in the shop, aren't you?"
Fu Qian patiently explained, casually pointing in a certain direction.
The threat