.. it's just that his smile is a bit silly.
It completely ruined the shock brought by those obsidian-like eyes.
"You seem quite happy?" Gin tilted her head slightly to observe her, her expression showing no ripples and her voice betraying no emotion.
The Shamatte clerk was slightly shorter than Gin, he looked up slightly upon hearing that. He seemed to have noticed nothing, merely nodding happily toward Gin with a restrained, slight smile on his lips, looking quite shy: "I chose this song."
He explained earnestly, the brilliance still lingering in his eyes.
Aside from his hairstyle being truly too unique, no matter how he looked at him, he seemed like an ordinary boy next door.
Gin watched the changes in this big boy's expression, pausing for a moment to conceal the suspicion slowly rising in his heart, before saying slowly, "In that case.. why don't you recommend a few Russian tunes to me?"
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Author's Note: (1) Columba was born in Cuba, during the Bay of Pigs Incident.
Akai Shuichi: Did I just get shot while lying down?
Heine: How long ago was that?
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Two-in-one
This is yesterday's two updates.. The plot is a bit difficult to divide, so I'm posting them together.
And today's update.. I'll owe this one for now and release it together with tomorrow's.
So, you really shouldn't make reckless promises.. But don't worry, everyone, I will definitely pay back what I owe..
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Thanks to the Little Angel who cast a Tyrant's Vote or provided Nutrient solution for me~
Little Angels who provided Nutrient solution:
Riri Yeye 10 bottles;
Thank you all so much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 113: Chapter 108 "Ti Nesi Me.."
Gin stared at the changes in the big boy's expression. He paused, masking the suspicion slowly rising in his heart, said slowly, "In that case.. why don't you recommend a few Russian pieces to me?"
The Boy's smile remained unchanged as he nodded quite seriously, giving three consecutive "mhm"s. Her level of solemnity caused Gin's mouth to twitch slightly. Once the final "mhm" landed, the Boy turned around with light movements and immediately began busily selecting CDs.
Okay.
"You don't look like a shop manager." The other party's overly attentive attitude was somewhat out of place with the style of this shop. Although Gin was not prone to paranoia, he was, by coincidence, a quite suspicious person.
I am indeed not the shop manager." The boy's response was forceful, his gaze continued to sweep across the various CDs on the shelves without stopping, looking full of energy: "I am a staff member who just started an internship here.
Oh.. so it seems the Bar owner has been letting himself go.
The Shop owner is a very good person; he taught me many things. When I first started my job, I was a bit of a burden, but he was always very patient." The Shamatte clerk looked quite embarrassed. "However, he had to go on a business trip recently due to some urgent matters, so he didn't even have time to see my new hairstyle.
As he said the last sentence, the boy actually looked a bit regretful.
Gin: ……
It seems he is going to overturn his own opinion.
Did you go and get this hairstyle on your own?
Huh? No.. no." The big boy pursed his lips, "A friend of mine recommended it. He said I was too.. too shy, that it would be better if I were a bit more lively.
Your hairstyle is honestly a bit too lively.
"But I chose the hairstyle myself, I wanted to try changing myself—it looks good." Perhaps because he was very familiar with the tapes in the shop—or perhaps because he was very familiar with the music from Russia, the young Staff quickly chose three tapes that looked good.
He turned around and gave a gentle smile to the shop's only customer: "My friends were quite surprised."
I don't doubt that at all at all. — Gin thought to himself.
He looked at the three CDs the Boy handed to him and reached out to take them. Gin frowned slightly and said in a calm voice, "Is there anything else?"
The boy's eyes lit up again, looking more and more like a large canine: "Of course."
This boy, who appeared shy but was actually quite unexpected, scurried toward the storage room inside. Before long, the sound of rummaging could be heard from that not-so-large, dim storage room.
Gin casually placed the CD he was holding onto the shelf beside him, shoved his hands into his pockets, waited for the Young waiter to come out.
He did not have to wait long.
In less than ten minutes, the boy had already obtained what he wanted. A vibrant vitality radiated from his youthful, handsome face. Perhaps because he had rushed, a few glistening beads of sweat had slightly seeped onto the youth's forehead, his cheeks were flushed red, his black eyes were particularly bright under the light.
Gin curled his lips slightly, lifting his hand to take back the cassette he had just placed down, in the same motion, accepted the vinyl record the youth had just taken out.
His gaze swept briefly over every piece of "Goods" in his hands, but never lingered for more than two seconds.
Without even a moment's hesitation, Gin took a few steps forward and placed the CDs and vinyl records—items he would never normally purchase—onto the checkout counter. His slightly low voice added a touch of chill to the otherwise warm room: "How much?"
“Wait.. Wait!” The Young waiter seemed shocked by his swiftness, his words even stumbling slightly. The youth calmed himself for three seconds, then slowly walked to the checkout counter, facing Gin with his head lowered.
He still seemed a bit unable to process it, appearing to think for a while before speaking with a hint of hesitation, his words laced with an immature sense of probing: "This gentleman.. are you.. are you interested in songs from Russia?"
But you don't look like you even like them! You bought them without even taking a proper look?
Although he didn't say it out loud, a look of confusion slowly spread across the Boy's face.
ALL CAPS AND BOLD.
Amidst such awkward questioning, the doubts in Gin's heart dissipated significantly. She shook her head indifferently, causing a slight movement in her facial muscles: "No."
Shamatte clerk: ".."
He was clearly conflicted, but he still couldn't bear to scam this gentleman, who didn't seem to know much about this—even if he did look like he was very wealthy. "Sir.. how about I recommend some other records to you instead? A new male idol group that recently debuted in Japan—"
Gin shook her head, bluntly interrupting the boy's recommendation. "No need."
The Silver-haired youth seemed intentional, yet it also sounded as if he were just speaking casually: "Aren't you very interested in them? That's all."
After saying that, Gin pushed the vinyl record forward, his words decisive and final: "Check, please."
..
Although he wasn't particularly interested in music, Gin still possessed a certain level of knowledge in that area—in fact, he had a certain degree of knowledge regarding many things used for leisure.
It's not that he would go out of his way to learn, it's just that with certain things.. seeing them often and being exposed to them frequently, sometimes even having a specific need for them.. one naturally gains some understanding.
More or less.
He also had specialized equipment at home—it just hadn't been specifically moved during the move. But that wasn't very important, after all—
He can just buy new ones.
The Young waiter was actually quite honest; although she looked somewhat inexperienced and unreliable, she had a real knack for selecting songs. He had considered a wide variety of styles, to some extent; the vinyl records she handed over included beautiful, lyrical ones, some passionate and rousing ones, even some similar to folk songs.
The variety was extensive; no matter which kind the customer preferred, there would be something that more or less touched upon it.
However, he probably didn't expect that Gin would actually buy them all.
However, for Gin, who had already returned home, was leaning on the sofa, holding a newly purchased vinyl record while seemingly contemplating life, the focus was certainly not on the Shamatte boy he had met by chance.
He paused for three seconds, then made a phone call to Borse.
“Mm.. Yes, that's right.” The voice of the silver-haired youth echoed through the elegantly and simply decorated, designer-style interior, while the occasional flapping of the owl's wings nearby became the only background sound in the silent living room.
That's about it. You choose the style yourself," Gin instructed. "Get them delivered quickly.
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Borse was highly efficient; without asking a single question, three hours later, the youth rang the doorbell at Gin's house, carrying a full set of equipment.
The New Cadre, who had long been familiar with his Boss's way of doing things, had no complaints about Gin's habit of seeing guests out immediately after accepting a "delivery." From beginning to end, he only asked, "Is there anything else you need me to do?" and "Then, sir, I'll be going now. If anything comes up, just contact me directly."
Even Gin couldn't help but sigh: how wonderful it would be to have more subordinates like Borse, who possesses both talent and virtue (??).
Daydreaming is no good.
Gin gave a soft sigh, then placed the Vinyl record he had been playing with between his fingertips into the record player that had just arrived—and had been assembled by Borse.
Borse has good taste, the quality of the goods is appropriate—though even if it weren't, newly purchased items wouldn't so easily develop irreversible quality issues.
Soon, melodious music spread, drifting through the Living room within seconds.
“Ты несименярека
Закрутиеберега
(гдеполя)， гдеполямоиполя
(гделеса) гделесамоилеса
……”（1）
Even though vinyl records are somewhat "outdated" nowadays, their quality remains high, the music flowing from them is still beautiful.
However, there are always those whose minds are not on the music.
For example, the Girl who was forced by her parents to learn the Piano, for example, the Youth who had practiced the Cello for several hours and was almost psychologically hypersensitive to it, for example, the University student who was frantically noting down details while listening to TOEFL Listening, for example, the player who was in the middle of a fierce LOL match..
And then, for example—
Or, for instance, Gin at this very moment.
Gin's green eyes gleamed faintly, a faint smile played on his lips, as if he had finally unraveled a mystery that had long plagued him; excitement and a chilling aura coexisted within his eyes. Under the light, he looked like a white wolf facing its prey.
“Ti Nesi Menya Reka??"
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Author's Note: (1) Ti Nesi Menya Reka lyrics
This is an extra chapter from yesterday; there will be an update for today tonight.
Chapter 114: Chapter 109 Gin almost felt like cursing..
Ti Nesi Menya Reka??