Shen Luoluo didn't know if she was imagining it, but from the moment she walked in, the employee behind the counter had looked familiar. Every time she glanced over, though, the employee closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to meet Shen Luoluo's gaze.
"What's wrong?" Qin Shiyue noticed Shen Luolo's expression and glanced toward the counter. "Someone you know?"
Shen Luoluo said, "Doesn't she look a little familiar to you?"
Qin Shiyue looked again. She was sure she didn't know the girl behind the counter and couldn't remember ever seeing her. Neither Qi Yang nor Chen Jiashu recognized her, either.
Wait! Shen Luoluo had almost forgotten she had the Intelligence System. She could just check who it was.
Let me see—
She really is in our class! No wonder she'd looked familiar!
Qin Shiyue froze.
In our class? Qin Shiyue perked up at once. Was she really? But Qin Shiyue couldn't remember anyone like her. Who was she?
She glanced at Qi Yang, who ignored her. Chen Jiashu shook his head; he hadn't recognized the girl either.
Meanwhile, Shen Luoluo stared wide-eyed at the words in the Intelligence System, unable to believe them.
I-it's the Class Monitor?
Clatter! Qin Shiyue spilled her entire iced Americano across the table.
She turned toward the counter. The sweet, adorable young woman standing there wore a black-and-white lace-trimmed maid outfit and a turquoise wig.
Qin Shiyue was too stunned to move. She simply couldn't connect this young woman with the Class Monitor who wore gold-rimmed glasses, always looked cool and proper, and only ever spoke to remind her to hand in her homework or be quiet.
The Class Monitor? In a maid outfit? Seriously?
Had she heard that right?
Chapter 8
◎Finding out the gossip was about someone you knew◎
"The C-Class Monitor?" Chen Jiashu was every bit as shocked as Qin Shiyue and Shen Luoluo.
Once the shock wore off, he found it fascinating. Who would have thought the Class Monitor had a whole other side to him?
"What are you doing here?" Since they'd found him out, Song Qinghe gave up pretending and came over to sit with them.
"Getting coffee and cake, of course!"
"Pfft—hahahaha!"
"Sorry, Class Monitor, hahahaha—" Qin Shiyue laughed so hard she could barely breathe. Forgive her, but she just wasn't used to the perpetually stern Class Monitor talking to her while looking this cute.
She felt as though looking at him any longer might make her lose her mind. Honestly, without Shen Luoluo's thoughts, none of them would have recognized their Class Monitor!
The difference was just too great!
Shen Luoluo studied Song Qinghe with open curiosity. She knew makeup could work wonders, but she hadn't realized it could turn their icy Class Monitor into such a sweet, adorable girl.
She had to admit he looked really good—better than he did dressed as a guy! He seemed so much more approachable like this.
"Class Monitor, you don't need glasses anymore?" Chen Jiashu kept staring at Song Qinghe's bright blue eyes. They looked so good that, if he hadn't known Song Qinghe was a man, even he might have fallen for him.
"Contact lenses. Chen Jiashu, where's your brain?"
Oh, right. Chen Jiashu rubbed his nose, embarrassed. The shock had scrambled his thoughts.
Qi Yang had finally had enough. He looked at Song Qinghe. "Could you change before you come back and talk to us?"
"Sorry. Give me a minute." Only then did Song Qinghe realize. He hurried off to change and remove his makeup.
"That's more like the Class Monitor I know." Qin Shiyue rubbed her stomach, which ached from laughing, and could finally speak normally again.
Curious, she asked, "Class Monitor, why are you working here?"
If she remembered correctly, his family was nearly as wealthy as theirs. How had he ended up working a job here?
"Oh, but if it's something you'd rather not talk about, that's fine. Don't worry, we'll keep it secret. We won't tell anyone!"
The moment she finished speaking, Shen Luoluo's voice rang out in everyone's minds—
Because his family owns this place. He lost a bet with his older sister, so he's been forced to come experience life as an employee, starting from the bottom!
Song Qinghe: ...
Did he even need to say anything now? Whether he told them or not, they would find out anyway.
Qin Shiyue fought back another laugh. Right. She'd forgotten they had someone here who knew everything.
The Class Monitor has to stay here for a hundred days before he can leave. It's only day three.
"Pfft—"
"Sorry, sorry. I laugh way too easily." Qin Shiyue apologized repeatedly, unable to hold it in.
Song Qinghe gave up resisting. "Order whatever else you want. This one's on me."
I get it, I get it. Hush money!
Song Qinghe: ...
Sometimes being able to hear other people's thoughts was a real burden.
Naturally, Shen Luoluo and the others didn't hold back. They ran up quite a bill for Song Qinghe. While they were eating, Zhao Huizhen called to say Shen Jingyao happened to be heading back from downtown and could pick Shen Luoluo up.
Shen Luoluo had no choice but to say goodbye to everyone and leave first.
"Big brother." Shen Luoluo got into the car. It was just her and Shen Jingyao, and this was the first time they'd been alone together. Maybe his presence was too imposing, but she felt a little uncomfortable.
She'd met Shen Jingyao plenty of times, but Shen Ting'an and Zhao Huizhen had always been there before. Zhao Huizhen was talkative and kept the conversation going. Now there were only two of them: one naturally aloof, the other quiet. The car was so still she could hear their breathing.
"Put on your seat belt," Shen Jingyao reminded her.
"Oh! Right!"
Silence fell again as the car slowly pulled out of the shopping center.
Shen Luoluo propped her cheek on her hand and gazed idly at the reflections in the window. The streetlights had just come on. All kinds of food stalls filled the square, their owners calling out warmly to customers. Passersby hurried along, though a few stopped now and then.
Rankings
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Transmigration into a Book
Wish-Fulfillment Fiction
Wealthy CEO
Sweet Romance
Transmigration and Rebirth Romance
Ci Bu Ci Xuegao
Mind Reading
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