Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

"I'm up seven and ten! Dessert number two, please!

"Yes! Ah, the manager! Accounting, please!

"Okay. Kashiwagi-san, please refill the drink dispenser when you're done."

"Copy that. Mr. Omori, please clean up table nine!

Families at lunch rush uninterrupted.

Exactly what a battlefield is. I know a real battlefield. I don't mind being myself, but I'm definitely busy.

There are still a dozen customers waiting in the waiting space.

People with experience working in restaurants will know, but I can't be particularly distracted when this' wait 'is in place.

The customer came to the store because she was hungry. They're waiting for you, though, so if the table is empty and you can't be guided, or the clerk moves slowly, the store's rating will drop immediately.

Humans can't help it because they're creatures that get shorter if they're hungry.

And now Golden Week. There are more customers themselves than usual, as well as more new part-time workers at times.

Gachan! Pareen!

"" "Excuse me -!

These things get more.

I check the refill lamp on the drink dispenser (beverage bar machine) to replace the empty stock tank with a new one. Naturally the customer is unable to use it while it is being replaced, so it is quick, replace in about ten seconds, disinfect the surrounding area and wipe clean with the waist. Then press and hold the button until the drink comes out correctly.

And he bowed his head lightly to the customer waiting for him, "Thank you for waiting."

"Wow! Fast ~!

Return to the backyard with a nickel and a loving laugh as the female guest you were watching raised her admiration.

"Aniki, excuse me! I broke it!

That's right. Hit the top of the head of a new part-time job with a stainless steel round tray.

Pacan!

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Aniki? You!

"Shh, excuse me"

A rookie who apologizes while holding his slapped head down for the pain.

She looks happy for some reason even though she has tears.

... Are you okay? Koitz.

Wise readers will have already noticed.

A rookie part-time job who is now on the verge in front of me. His name is Sage Totsuka.

He used to be the wingman of a public road battle with me on a motorcycle and is now a freshman in a touring circle where I chair.

Since then, I've strangely missed you for some reason, but I'm not happy if you're a pretty girl, anyway, that you're stuck with a same-sex (Yarrow) junior. No, it's better than being hated, but in his case, he seems rather happy, whether he gets caught in the way or not. Besides, my breath is getting rougher and rougher, and to be honest, I'm a little scared. In many ways.

So, Tozuka was also hired as a part-time employee by this family I work for the other day.

I'm saying it's a coincidence that you met me, but I don't know if it's true. Or I don't want to know.

"Totsuka, if you're not hurt, clean up and go back to the hall."

"Ani, I, no, seniors. I asked you to call me Sage."

"Weird!"

Cut the protest and throw it away.

Apparently, Totsuka doesn't really like being called by his last name. He didn't like being nicknamed 'Yacht School' in elementary school for everything.

Well, if you don't like him in person, you can call him by his name, but that's a story since the 'Aniki' call was fixed.

Then in another hour or so the crowd finally calmed down.

"Thank you, Kashiwagi-san. Take turns giving everyone a break."

"Ah, Mizuzaki, store manager, good job. I get it. Mr. Omori, Totsuka, come in for a break. 15 minutes."

"Ha ha!" "Oh, I'm with Aniki, but it hurts! I'm coming."

Kick Totsuka's leg off and make him go into a break when he starts mentioning stupid things again.

Oh, by the way, you know how to call it, but Mizuzaki, the manager, has been the manager of this store since spring. Something about being a store manager in your twenties, or is it because you can quite feel the blackness of the family industry there?

"Phew, you've been busy today. Kashiwagi-kun will help you with the part-time kids."

"So please stop pushing the leader. Yamada-san is free."

In the food and beverage industry, the habit of sticking to the appropriate title for a "usable" part-time job is also applicable in this store.

I am also admirably resisting Mizuzaki trying to push the name "leader" (every trouble).

"Eh, that's not good. Please!"

Manager Mizuzaki leans on me with a charming uplift.

My chest hits Funyon and my elbow. Oh, I smell good...

When am I going to unbutton my shirt until I can see the valley of my chest?

Xiao Xianming (Bruised and) Hey! But you can't help being a man if you can't turn away, can you? You know what?

"Hey, next time, Kashiwagi, let us meet after your shift to closing the night shift, won't you? Somewhere else, slowly, huh?

It sucks.

It's going to be crunchy. Are they after me?

The spiritual power of steel (isn't that such a great layer?) to figure out how to get out of my chest and get away with it.

"Yes, no, I, I have a girlfriend. So it doesn't seem like a good idea to do something that might be misleading. Ah! Welcome ~!!"

A customer came and saved me.

Quickly move to the entrance to divide the menu by the number of people, and carefully guide the two female guests of the Savior to their seats.

"If you have an order, please use that button. I'll bring you some water right now."

"Yes! Oh, please!

Two 20-year-old women, but their faces are a little red.

... Chuck, you're not open, are you?

Take it with you as soon as possible, making sure it is subtle.

"I'm glad we have more female customers, but you rotate poorly for that matter. But it's also up for sale, and thanks to you, Kashiwaki."

The dangerous atmosphere until earlier disappeared and manager Mizuzaki shrugged in an upbeat mood.

It does feel like there have been more female customers over the past few months, and it's actually supported by POS cashier data.

Even so, it won't be because of me. Simply because as a man, I'm sure I'm happy to have a lot of female customers on the job.

"I don't think you'll get more customers due to the impact of student bytes that just shift in a few times a week. Isn't it because the manager's working hard to create an atmosphere?

"Ugh, thanks"

Lift your hair with a glossy smile. He got another shitty switch on because of what he said extra time.

Since last year, Mr. Mizuzaki has strangely had more of these attitudes.

Better love than other part-time guys, or have a light body touch. As a healthy boy, I had a lot of situations that seemed to accelerate my mistakes, but lately I've been tricked, especially to think, 'Are you invited', so maybe I'm not mistaken.

Because as far as she is concerned, I have no choice but to take a distance.

She's beautiful, she's stylish, she's got a big chest, so she needs a lot of mental strength.

Mr. Omori and Totsuka returned from the break and it was my turn next.

When I saw the smartphone in the break room, I got an email call.

"I need to talk to you for a minute tonight, so we can all get together in the living room. (= '-) Noyorosik

The princess is here, isn't she? Join Sy!! “H (¡¡¡*) Koikoi!! Ihihihi...

by the best father in the world '

... The emoticons are bald and uze.

Nevertheless, are we talking?

I don't think I had that problem in particular. Is this about yesterday's accident?

I care, but I won't be able to help thinking about it right now.

In the meantime, send a copy of the email, call Sy, and tell her what to do.

"Kashiwagi-kun! Sorry, Hall help!

Oh, boy, I didn't have time for a break after all.

Return to the hall and judge the organization that suddenly came.

And then, as always, it's a repetition of cleaning up, taking orders, carrying food, hitting the cashier.

We can also rendezvous with part-time work on the night shift and temporarily afford it.

Naturally, if you can afford it, this time it's a rookie part-time education.

I teach the cashier to Totsuka.

"... so just let POS read this barcode and press the 'meter' key. In the case of cards…"

"Oh, my God! Ah! Is that your bill? Thank you."

At the same time as Totsuka's very suspicious reply, he replaces it for the response of the customer who came to the cashier.

"Are you sure you want to join us for the bill? Oh, yes. It'll be 2,657 yen. Yes, I'll keep it for 3,000 yen, in return for 343 yen."

"Oh, that!

A pair of female customers. If you look closely, it was the people who saved me from the manager of the carnivore mode earlier, but I can call from one of them.

"Yes, what is it?

"Uh, uh, what time is the part-time job here? Well, if it's okay, why don't you go have a drink with us afterwards?

...... I got numbed.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm almost done with my part-time shift, but, uh, me, she's here, so I'm happy to invite you."

"Oh, really..."

I feel guilty for the woman who clouded her expression with Shun as soon as possible.

Drop off the customer who turned back on his heel.

"Boulder Aniki! You look hot! It hurts!"

"Aniki, don't hang on!

Leaving aside the idiots in Totsuka, this happens sometimes since last year.

Hot season? And finally to me? I don't think so, but as you know, I have a cedar, and I can't be happy that I'm running away from Tia and Leiria's approach.

Until she could, I thought, "Death handsome," "Explode your rear charge," but I don't know how it would be good if you could actually call me from a girl.

There's no way I'm naturally not happy as a man, but I'm in great trouble as far as I'm concerned that I'm not going to cheat at at all.

Inevitably, only the guilt of saying no is going to solicit it.

Yet in college they say "real harem bastard" or something......

Nevertheless, I make some assumptions from the story of Cedar as to why this happened.

Thank you. The atmosphere has changed since I returned from another world. Sy said "more presence" or something, so maybe her physique is quite noticeable along with it.

Besides, he said that having a "lover" named Sy made him mentally spare, and that made him somewhat hot because of it.

... which means... that you can't possibly sing a hot period in the first place...

It doesn't make sense to be hot because she's there and hot because she's there.

... That's vain. Let's not think about it.