When I Returned From Another World I Was A Silver Haired Shrine Maiden

The day of the cultural festival came.

On the morning of one of the two days of the cultural festival, I am supposed to be a maid coffee waitress with the help of my class.

My classmate seems to have strained quite a bit, and the decorated classroom has an unusual impression.

The boneless part of the classroom is hidden as much as possible with a large number of ephemeral curtains brought from somewhere, and a chic patterned tablecloth is hung with a full range of learning desks that are arranged on a table.

It is also adorable that the chair remains intact or that there are places where some hands are not worn, rather it has the feeling of being handmade at a cultural festival and I don't hate the atmosphere.

The waitress's outfit was a genuine maid's outfit of pieces, and from what I heard, it looked like something I could borrow from someone in my class.

By the way, what was available for me was miniscame clothes. I tried to get it replaced, but there was no other size clothes I could wear and there was no escape.

"... but there's no drain on me today"

I have something for you.

It was primarily underwear for layering underwear worn under tennis clothing, known as underscores.

Cute design in pearl white. I didn't like to rub it under my skirt or under it, so the lace chose something that was just modest on the waist line.

It's bad for the boys I'm hoping for, but I don't have any punchy service today, heh.

"Welcome back, sir"

After clearing the table, guide your new husband to his seat.

Since morning, customers have been hiccups, and I have been unfamiliar with customer service.

For once, basic customer service methods, greeting methods, etc. had been briefly trained in after-school classes beforehand, but suddenly it was unexpected to show so much buzz.

Focusing on part-time experience classmates, the men who had originally planned to be thorough on the back were also able to manage to go out and support the table cleaning, accounting, etc.

"Master, what shall we take your order to?"

This kind of thing loses if it lights up.

Respond properly with a customer service smile.

"Table 12 for 3, Coke 1, Coffee 1, Iced Tea 1!

"Table eight for two. Accounting!

"" Welcome, my lord ""

"Welcome back for two people at table three -"

"" Welcome back, sir ""

"I don't have milk in my coffee."

"Sorry, I'll bring it right away"

"Kee, you want to order you."

"I'm sorry, our maids cannot serve a particular husband by the rules."

"Ah, customer. Please do not take photos because our maids are shy ~"

…… what is this, busy.

The prepared menu is only available in "Made by hand cookies (I made them with soul in mind of your husband) and a set of drinks"

I only need to check the type of drinks I ordered, so I've managed to get around to it, but if there were more than one menu, it would definitely be broken.

Still, it kind of seems like there would be a lot of male customers coming from out of school if they did.

It was a black outfit, a lot of people had backpacks, and I felt like it was something that I recognized, but I couldn't afford to relax.

"Oh, is it true that... if I win this afternoon's tournament, I get the right to date you?"

That's what your husband asked me when I took the order, and I thought there was something about it.

"Yes, I acknowledge that you have the right to date me as a story frame for the prizes of this afternoon's Wiso tournament"

When I replied, I felt my surroundings blur. So I finally came to think of it.

... These people are wisoplayers!

"I'll do my best!

"It looks like there are other luxury prizes, so keep up the good work."

I will look back at your husband, who has come all the way out of school to join me.

…… that? Doesn't a lot of people look kind of like wisoplayers?

When I was thinking about it, Wen Jia, with her glasses hanging on her long-skirt classic made-up style, approached me and whispered.

"…… Alice, you've been punching me from time to time, haven't you? 'Cause they're watching so much."

Though he's careful not to see much, he still sometimes sees things when he's busy moving around so far.

But that's not a punch, Wenjia!

"It's fine, this is the underscores. Because it's the one that's fine to see!

I was good at it, but Wenjia just looked suspicious.

"… yes. I hope you're okay with that."

I hear you've been listening to us like that. Pure approached the tray with the order in one hand and said something.

"I usually just look like a pair of pants for what I'm looking at......?

"……… Huh?

I suppress the back of my skirt.

"By the way, I thought you were cute."

To put it that way, Pure went to your husband.

"……………? ……………?

I'm confused. They think I'm normally punching around......?

Did you think I was punched? It was a shame Ansko - the operation 'seems to have been fundamentally wrong.

... Still, I have an hour on duty, but what do I do now?

"It's okay. You're not ashamed of yourself because you're not pants, are you? It's not that bad. It's not that much less."

Saying so, Wenjia puts her hands on my shoulder.

Less! Less!?

Something like my mental hit point, because that's already going to shred galloping!

"Look, your husband's calling, right? Let's go."

"Hey, wait a minute......... Wen Jia......!

I couldn't be very calm once I was concerned about my gaze.

I feel like a good percentage of the people in the classroom are looking at me because of my mind.

And I feel kind of licky and nagging, especially the gaze that can be directed at the hem of the skirt.

Until recently, I also feel unconcerned about the underscores that I have found reliable.

I suppressed the hem of my skirt every once in a while, and my attitude became dull, and I couldn't seem to concentrate on customer service, so I made a few mistakes.

"You don't have to look at Ansko like that. When I'm shy, I just draw attention and stand out extra..."

Yuna says it like that in disdain, but I can't because I'm still ashamed to be seen as a pant!