Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

Zhuo Yifan just blended in with the crowd and didn't attract anyone's attention at all.After walking forward for about half a kilometer, he observed the surrounding environment, and after confirming that no one was following him, he turned directly into a coffee shop.

This is a street store.The coffee shop has an area of ​​about six facades and is located on the first floor.From the floor-to-ceiling glass, you can clearly see the guests enjoying strong coffee and warm sunshine inside.

After Zhuo Yifan entered the coffee shop, he found an inconspicuous place away from the window, and sat down directly.The white waiter quickly greeted him and asked, "Sir, what do you want to drink?"

"Coffee, the best!" Zhuo Yifan said bluntly.He doesn't drink much coffee, and he doesn't pay too much attention to brands.

There was a strange look in the waiter's eyes.Can't tell whether it's contempt or ridicule.In short, the people who can afford the best coffee should be rich people.But the rich who can't even report a coffee brand are mostly nouveau riche.

"Okay sir!" The waiter agreed and left immediately.

After Zhuo Yifan sat down, he began to look at the environment in the coffee shop, and found that the area covered here was larger than he expected.From the outside, it may only be the size of six facades, but the interior space is twice as large as that seen from the outside.The main reason is that the depth of this house is long enough.

And business here is pretty good.Although it can't be called popular, the occupancy rate is at least [-]%.It seems that most of them are rich people above the petty bourgeoisie.I flipped through the order on the table and found that the most common cup of coffee here is not something ordinary working-class people can afford.

Just as Zhuo Yifan was looking around, a young man with an oriental face caught his attention.The young man had a crew cut, looked very thin and tall, with a well-defined face and a smiling face, which gave people a very sunny feeling.The overalls he was wearing indicated that he was an employee of this coffee shop.

At this time, the young man was packing up a table and had already left the guest's table. After putting the coffee cup on the tray, he carried it to the work area on one side.What he was going to pass happened to be where Zhuo Yifan was currently sitting.

"Sir, your coffee!" The white waiter quickly put a cup of coffee in front of Zhuo Yifan, and then stepped aside.

Zhuo Yifan picked up the coffee and took a sip while continuing to stare at the young man with an oriental face.

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.I saw that the white waiter from before stretched out one of his feet on the ground that he was about to pass by when the young man in the east was not paying attention.Since Dongfang youth's chest was blocked by the tray, he didn't pay much attention to the situation under his feet, so he continued to walk towards that foot without knowing it.

Zhuo Yifan was about to open his mouth to remind, but just as the words reached his lips, he suddenly swallowed them again, showing a curious look, and continued to stare at the good show in front of him.

When the oriental young man passed by the white waiter, he kicked the white young man's foot impartially.But different from the judgment of the white waiter, the Oriental youth did not fall down because of this, but looked at himself with a sneer.