The market bustled with people. Looking at all the different people in front of him, Xia Yu felt his social anxiety about to flare up. What do I do now? How do I sell these? And how should I price all this fruit?
Hou Yunqi quietly arranged the fruit on their stall, then waited for the right customers to come along.
Even Yun Xi and Jiang Xiubai, both extreme extroverts, had grown unusually reserved. They stood pressed against the wall behind them.
"You go."
"I'm not going. You go."
They nudged each other with their arms, but neither of them stepped forward in the end.
Just as Jiang Xiubai was preparing to keep this stalemate going, someone suddenly gave the hem of his shirt a gentle tug.
Jiang Xiubai instinctively turned his head and saw Yun Xi pressing his palms together toward him. "Please, my wonderful big brother. You're the best. Pretty please."
In an instant, Jiang Xiubai's entire face became like a kettle that had just boiled, puffing out steam.
"Fine, I'll give it a try." Jiang Xiubai turned away and covered his face. This guy only ever uses this one trick.
Jiang Xiubai crouched down and picked up a mango in front of him. After spending ages mentally preparing himself, he finally squeezed out a quiet, "W-want some fruit?"
Jiang Xiubai's voice was extremely quiet. If he hadn't had a microphone on his collar, even the livestream viewers might not have heard him.
-A crow flew past. Caw, caw, caw.-
Jiang Xiubai's whole expression froze. Did anyone stop? Okay, absolutely no one.
Aaaah, I really can't do this!
His face bright red, Jiang Xiubai turned around, crouched on the ground, and covered his face.
Yun Xi crouched beside him and reached out to pat his shoulder reassuringly. *Don't