Where's the Promised Classic Face-Slapping Plotline? / The Many Ways of Life, Along the Road

When they finally came out, everyone's faces were bright red. It was hard to tell whether they had been scrubbed raw or flushed with embarrassment over having their faces drawn on.

Thinking back on how they had inexplicably been plied with alcohol and gotten drunk, their hearts churned with tumultuous emotions.

Luckily, that girl had meant them no harm. Otherwise, they would have all been wiped out here.

Where Was the Promised Face-Slapping Plot?

Of course, Suika would not choose to leave the city in the middle of the night. She was not that foolish.

Besides, in Victoria and Columbia, places where banks were everywhere, she could pass herself off as a little rich girl with Swire's bank card in hand.

She found a hotel that looked upscale, grand, and classy, then headed inside.

"Little girl, you can't play here. If you want to play, go to the square across the street."

Before she even reached the entrance, a doorman came over and stopped her.

It's here! After more than a year in this world, I, Suika, have finally encountered a traditional face-slapping plot!

Instead of getting angry or flustered at the doorman's obstruction, Suika perked up with excitement, leaving him somewhat hesitant.

"Brother, be a little harsher. Otherwise, my face-slapping will look too forced and won't feel satisfying..."

Seeing the doorman hesitate, Suika immediately egged him on.

The doorman looked at Suika as though asking, Are you fucking insane?

He considered himself someone who had seen plenty of people here.

Who knew what novels or jokes they had read, but wealthy people occasionally liked to pretend to be poor and low-key, deliberately testing doormen like them. The hotel had fired several people over that already.

So even when stopping someone, the doormen now kept their tone quite polite.

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