Life swap game

After his music skills finally reached level 3, Xia Yu couldn't wait to go to the coffee shop on the corner to apply for a job. However, today was Thursday and he still needed to go to class.

After finally waiting for today's classes to be completed, the monitor asked everyone to stay again.

"Next week is the cultural festival. We must finalize the program of our class today. Now I have a total of six plans. I will read out the plan and then vote." Picking up the plan, the monitor began Read on.

The six plans are: maid coffee shop, male waiter coffee shop, after-school cram school, breakup experience, wall-dong experience, and flower rope competition.

The maid coffee shop and the waiter coffee shop are the only two popular ones, and the rest are just make-up. Among them, the after-school cram school is a plan that Xia Yu made in order to deal with the classmates who asked him to sign up for the maid coffee shop and the waiter coffee shop.

Knowing that the students only read the title of the plan and had little interest in the content of the plan, the monitor spoke very quickly and entered the voting session in three minutes.

In order to prevent being affected by external factors, anonymous notes were used for voting. Two minutes later, the squad leader put away the notes and counted them together with the literary and art committee members.

After taking more than ten seconds to complete the statistics, Xia Yu saw the squad leader's face look strange.

The monitor coughed, then coughed again, and began to read out the votes.

"Maid cafe, twelve votes."

Xia Yu thought: There are a total of forty people in the class, and twelve votes is a bit small, so is the waiter coffee shop the winner?

"The Waiter's Cafe, twelve votes."

It’s also twelve votes? A draw would be difficult. By the way, did the remaining four paddling plans actually account for sixteen votes?

The monitor continued to read:

"Breakup experience, one vote."

"Bidong experience, one vote."

"Turning Rope Contest, one vote."

After reading this, Xia Yu panicked with his classmates. The remaining four paddling plans accounted for sixteen votes, but three of them only had one vote. Does that mean the last one had thirteen votes?

And the last plan seems to be...

"After-school cram school, thirteen votes."

"Then, our class's program has been decided to be an after-school cram school."

The students began to cry:

"No, I just didn't want to vote for the maid or male waiter, so I just found one to vote for!"

"Me too, who would go to an after-school tutoring class? I just vote for fun!"

"I just want to support Xia Yu!"

"It's over, it's over."

Everyone in the class looked at Xia Yu.

"How about we vote again?" Xia Yu tried to correct the world line.

"No need, maids and waiters are quite boring anyway, not as interesting as cram school."

"It's time to scare those guys!"

"..."

Looking at the students who were inexplicably excited, Xia Yu rubbed his forehead.

Just be happy.

When the matter was over, he stood up, left the classroom, and walked towards the coffee shop on the corner.

The convenience store has found a replacement for Xia Yu. The store manager asked Xia Yu to pay his salary on Sunday, so he is now free.

Take the subway to the next stop and walk for another five minutes to reach your destination. The coffee shop is in the middle of the street.

After looking at the words "Coffee Shop on the Corner" written on the sign, Xia Yu walked in.

"Welcome, how many of you are there?" A girl wearing a waiter's uniform came to Xia Yu.

"I came here to apply for a job," Xia Yu said.

"Huh?" the girl was surprised, "but we only lack a pianist here."

She saw that Xia Yu was a high school student and thought he wanted to come here to apply for a job as a waiter.

"Then I'm not mistaken." Xia Yu was not surprised at all by the girl's suspicion. It would be abnormal if he was not suspected.

"Sorry, the store manager is at the back, I'll take you there." The girl took Xia Yu to the rest room inside the coffee shop.

A young man was sitting on a chair playing with his mobile phone.

The girl and the young man gave a brief explanation and walked out, leaving only Xia Yu and the other party in the same room.

The young man took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked at Xia Yu suspiciously: "Let me explain in advance, I don't look at certificates here. I am also a piano player myself, and I look at real talent and learning, okay?"

"Okay." Xia Yu nodded.

"So what level is your certificate?" the young man asked.

"No." Xia Yu said.

"Ah?" The young man's eyes widened.

"Don't you want to read the certificate?" Xia Yu didn't have time to take the exam. Fortunately, the young man dug a hole for himself in advance.

"No, I don't want to watch it, so you can't do it either..." The young man sighed and put out his cigarette, "Forget it, there's a piano outside, go over and play it."

Coming to the hall outside, Xia Yu sat in front of the piano.

The guests in the hall also looked at the new pianist.

At this time, the young store manager was already regretting it. Who is learning piano now without a certificate? The certificate is already what those guys are learning piano for.

Could it be that the high school student in front of me learned a little piano in music class and thought he could use it to find a job?

There are many acquaintances in the store. If he plays two tigers, he will be completely disgraced!

But it was too late to stop it at this moment, the boy had already pressed the first tone.

The elegant melody echoed in the hall.

The young man stood up and sat down again. This string of melody has proved Xia Yu's strength.

By the way, which song is this?

The wind in the cold valley? Ashina's Autumn? Treasure carp in the lake?

After listening carefully for a while, the young man opened his mouth in shock.

He patted his thigh:

Oh my god, she’s the Pope’s dancer!

Among the guests in the hall, a few knowledgeable people were also a little shocked, but more guests just thought it sounded a little good, so Xia Yu didn't notice anything was wrong.

When the song was finished, he put down his hand, feeling a little dissatisfied. This was the first time he used his own body to play the piano. Some of his movements were a bit stiff, and the piano didn't sound as good as the one at An Siyao's home.

Turning his head, Xia Yu wanted to ask if he could do it again, but he saw the young man's face already in front of him.

Xia Yu immediately distanced himself from the young man. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, the young man held his hand.

"Please stay in my coffee shop." The young man's eyes were sincere.

Xia Yu was very happy to receive the affirmation, but this scene that looked like a proposal made him awkward.

Withdrawing his hand, Xia Yu and the young man came to the lounge to discuss employment issues.

He first told the young man that he was still in school. The young man thought for a while and said:

"We are open from 3 pm to 5:30 pm every day from Monday to Friday, and from 1 pm to 5:30 pm on Saturdays, with a one-hour break in between. We have Sunday off."

"Okay, what about the salary?" Xia Yu asked the core question.

"Well, you know, this is just a small cafe, so the salary is definitely not as good as a big cafe." The young man said a little embarrassed.

Xia Yu nodded to express his understanding, and lowered the price from four thousand a month to three thousand.

The young man told the price: "So it's only about 8,000 a month."

"How much?" Xia Yu was shocked.

"Eight thousand is a bit low, but it's only temporary. With you, I can improve the style of the coffee shop. Those petty bourgeoisie are easy to deceive out of their money. If you make more money, you can increase your salary." The young man He talked with Xia Yu about his future vision.

Xia Yu fell silent. He felt something was wrong: "I don't think it's too low. Didn't your recruitment information say that the salary is negotiable at about 3,000 to 5,000? Why has it increased so much?"

After hearing Xia Yu's words, the young man was stunned.

He scratched his head and asked Xia Yu: "Let me ask, what do you think your level is now?"

"The most difficult song I know is The Pope's Dancer. Isn't this a common song in coffee shops?"

Xia Yu had already vaguely understood. The reason why he thought so was because he asked An Siyao before, and the coffee shop An Siyao would go to...

Sure enough, the young man replied: "...The Pope's Dancer is indeed a regular tune, but it is a regular tune in big cafes, and the first and second parts are usually played."

"So what's the regular music in your cafes?" Xia Yu asked.

"Guda etudes, and some modern pieces, such as Ashina's Autumn and so on."

"..."

Knock it on, I was tricked by An Siyao.

Xia Yu felt sad when she thought about the days when she practiced piano intensively for eight hours a day.