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The man in the plaid shirt left, carrying disappointment and indignation with him.
Before leaving, he even paid for Lee Stein's coffee, just like a pathetic simp who failed to confess to his goddess yet still gave her one final handbag as a blessing in utter despair.
But because of that little incident, even though Lee Stein's coding speed slowed considerably afterward, he still drew plenty of attention from the remaining customers. They did not stare openly, only sneaking glances at him every so often.
"Damn it, I'm not some busty beauty. What are you staring at?"
Lee Stein, whose senses were fairly sharp, felt extremely annoyed by the gazes constantly landing on him.
Although he had somehow shown off for no apparent reason just now, those looks really did not make him happy.
It would have been one thing if beautiful women were looking at him. After all, his earth-shattering handsomeness was destined to attract bees and butterflies; getting glanced at by pretty girls was perfectly normal.
But why the hell were they all men? Not only were there no beauties, there were not even any women. Two of them even had the same receding hairlines as the plaid-shirt guy.
And in a situation like that, after such a show-off moment, shouldn't a stunning workplace beauty in a power suit have come over to question him? Why had it been a steel-straight man whose very body was apparently made of hairline? Had transmigration and reincarnation already drained all the luck from his protagonist halo?
For a moment, Lee Stein pondered this serious question.
Ahem. Back to the point.
The reason he was upset was not merely because men were admiring his peerless beauty. There was another important reason: he was waiting for someone, and that someone was a