Youth's King of Foot Washes Will Not Meet the Cellist Girl

The high schooler in front of me had been staring at me for half an hour.

Even though he'd ordered the premium 699 "Nostalgic Youth Memory – High School Uniform Gold Medal Massage" package, the woman still felt a prickle of unease under his intense gaze.

But why is this guy, who's clearly a high schooler, spending so much money to see uniforms?

Didn't he see enough at school?

The number 7 female masseuse, who was 24 this year, was usually quite confident in her ability to roleplay as a schoolgirl. But now, facing a real high schooler, she felt her career was facing an unprecedented challenge.

Judging by his face, he's probably fooled around with real schoolgirls.

He's not going to ask me to help him with his math homework later, is he?

I only went to vocational school, and vocational school doesn't count as high school.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Huh?"

"You're quite good-looking, why are you doing this?" the high schooler asked.

"When I was very young, my dad developed a gambling addiction…"

The woman began to speak fluently.

"An addiction to pi isn't acceptable either."

The high schooler didn't buy it and cut her off.

"Won't it affect your grades?"

"I'm not a high school student, I'm cosplaying. I don't have grades, only performance metrics."

"But won't people around you gossip? If I were to take you home, I'd not only have to explain things clearly to relatives and friends, but also consider how to eliminate the negative impact of this dark history."

The woman was sweating profusely.

He's speaking so coherently, is he going to marry me?

At such a young age, he already has a heart of salvation.

But looking at him, it's not impossible.

"Won't it be difficult to pursue other careers in the future? For example, if you become famous as an idol, and someone discovers you used to wash feet, they'll definitely flood the comments section with things like, 'An artist played with by a businessman, and you treat her like a treasure.'"

The high schooler analyzed seriously.

"The only benefit is that people will pay more to have you wash their feet in the future, but if I have that kind of money, why wouldn't I just ask someone out…"

"Damn it, are you f***ing sick in the head!"

The woman lost it.

She felt like she was being made a fool of. She was already embarrassed enough wearing the school uniform, and now she was being humiliated by a high schooler.

"I quit! You and your mom should stop washing feet and go f***ing wash your brains!"

The woman got up in a rage, about to leave.

"Then refund my 699."

"The project was 70 minutes, and I've washed your feet for 40 minutes. You still want a refund?"

"Then refund me 400 and give me a 399 discount coupon. I know you have them, I saw them at the front desk just now," the high schooler said earnestly.

"…"

Holding the discount coupon, Lin Tian walked out of the SPA.

It had just rained heavily, and there were still puddles on the street.

Looking at the [All-Around Producer] system in front of him, he sighed.

It seems there's still no suitable candidate.

Lin Tian, who had transmigrated into this parallel world 18 years ago, had planned to live a quiet life. However, last week, he'd bound himself to a system called All-Around Producer.

He couldn't use this system himself; he had to bind a female [partner] to activate it.

By cultivating his partner into an "idol" admired by the world, Lin Tian could improve his own attributes and receive rewards for his past life's works – novels, music, comics, scripts, and so on.

However, despite Lin Tian possessing a face that countless men envied, due to his extremely low-key campus life, he had almost no romantic connections with the opposite sex.

Now, finding a girl to bind with was not that easy.

As a last resort, Lin Tian had thought of trying the foot-washing establishments.

After all, foot-washing establishments were places where men could directly interact with beautiful women at a lower cost.

But regrettably, those who wash feet are ultimately just foot washers.

Even if you dressed her in idol clothes, she would probably rack her brains to come up with a "Post-Meet-and-Greet Story-Driven Play – Idol Outfit Gold Medal Massage" foot massage package.

Indeed, this matter couldn't be rushed.

If he accidentally bound the wrong partner, Lin Tian's remaining life would only be spent as a lobby manager.

What manager are you asking about?

Of course, it's the lobby manager of Golden Foot Impression, the mentor to many beautiful, top-tier technicians, Mr. Lin Tian, known as the "King of Foot Washes." He possesses a system but still chose to dedicate himself to the foot washing industry, deserving of a place in the imperial ancestral temple and a thousand years of incense offerings after his death.

Unfortunately, Lin Tian, who is currently in his third year of high school, isn't very interested in foot washing yet.

After leaving the foot wash city, it was already dark. Lin Tian got on the subway home.

Lin Tian lives alone in a cheap rental apartment in an old residential complex. Although the environment is a bit run-down, its location is quite good.

It's located on the second ring road of the city, six subway stops from his school and only a few kilometers from the city center. It couldn't be more suitable for a commuter student like him.

The apartment building is right by the street, and on the first floor is a rather artistic coffee shop.

Normally, to save a few steps, Lin Tian would just walk through the coffee shop.

The shop owner is an elderly gentleman surnamed Gan. He has white hair but always appears very energetic.

Grandpa Gan knows Lin Tian lives alone. Every time Lin Tian comes home from school, he smiles and greets him, asking about his life. On holidays, he would even give Lin Tian some pastries and homemade wine.

Lin Tian is very grateful for this.

Even though he never had a habit of drinking coffee, he would often buy a cup on his way home at night. Although, many times Grandpa Gan wouldn't even take his money.

That night, when Lin Tian returned to the coffee shop, he was surprised to find that the lights were off and the door was locked.

It was only a little past nine o'clock. They closed this early today?

Lin Tian was a bit surprised.

Normally, the coffee shop closed at 11:30 PM, and in reality, they were usually even later, not earlier. Once, Lin Tian returned at three in the morning, and the shop was still open.

Something must have come up.

Lin Tian didn't think much of it. He walked closer to the glass door and peered inside.

Just then, the door opened from the inside.

A girl with a cello on her back walked out and bumped into Lin Tian.

The girl had a clean, unadorned face. She was wearing the same school uniform as him and had a neat ponytail.

But for some reason, her eyes looked like stagnant water.

Seeing Lin Tian, the girl's lips trembled slightly:

"Something wrong?"

"Where's Grandpa Gan?"

"He's not here. I'm watching the shop today."

"Who are you?"

"His granddaughter."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

Their brief conversation ended. The girl walked straight past Lin Tian, her cello case brushing against his shoulder.

The girl threw a bag of trash into a bin by the roadside, then turned and went back into the shop, locking the door behind her.

Watching the girl's retreating figure, Lin Tian felt a bit confused.

How come he didn't know Grandpa Gan had a granddaughter, and one who went to the same high school as him?

But then again, Grandpa Gan usually took care of his own life, so he hadn't really paid attention to Grandpa Gan's family situation.

He had originally wanted to ask if he could cut through the coffee shop.

But seeing the girl's cold expression, Lin Tian gave up.

He felt like communication would be too troublesome.

Entering through the complex's main gate, Lin Tian went up to his building. He lived in 603.

The country had a regulation that buildings above the sixth floor must have elevators, so most of these old complexes had six-story buildings.

When he reached the sixth floor, he saw the same figure again.

The girl, with her heavy cello on her back, was sitting on the railing wall outside the door of 603.

Her fair legs dangled over the edge.

What was she doing? Enjoying the breeze? Or looking for a lost kitten?

She wouldn't be trying to commit suicide, would she?

The girl turned her head and saw Lin Tian as well.

"Can you not die in front of my door?"

Lin Tian asked.

"Okay."

The girl on the railing wall gently shifted her position, moving from outside 603 to opposite 602.

"There's no difference, why don't you try a different floor?"

"Maybe I won't die if I fall down."

"Headfirst is fine."

Lin Tian thought about it. If that were the case, he'd have to tie the cello to his head, but she couldn't do it alone, so he'd have to help.

Then, when he looked in the mirror at home, he'd see his head had turned into 1-0-0.

"The rooftop?"

"The rooftop is locked, I don't have the key."

"If you pull that lock down, it'll open. It's not locked."

"Oh."

The girl suddenly realized.

She slowly turned around, then slowly put her feet down, jumping off the low wall.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Lin Tian nodded, took out his key, and prepared to open his door.

Just then, the girl seemed to remember something.

After walking up a few steps, she walked back down.

"Oh, right, could I trouble you to keep this for me for a bit?"

The girl took off the cello case from her back.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Sorry." Lin Tian refused.

"Okay," the girl said with some regret. "Then, goodnight."

"You too, goodnight."

With that, the girl walked towards the rooftop upstairs, while Lin Tian opened his door and went back inside.

He opened the refrigerator, took out some pour-over iced coffee that had been sitting there for who knows how many days, and lay down on the sofa. He opened his laptop, intending to enjoy this leisurely time before his shower.

However, one minute passed.

Lin Tian gradually felt like something was a little off.

Wait a minute, She... she isn't actually going to die, is she?