The speaker was a young woman, her tone dripping with disdain as she looked impatiently at Xia Liang.
Her remark caused the others present to frown slightly, but no one spoke out.
Xia Liang turned his head and raised an eyebrow at the two of them.
The first has an innocent air with her simple makeup, he thought. The other, however, is caked in heavy makeup. To put it nicely, she’s the type who acts pure but is actually manipulative; to put it bluntly, she looks like a prostitute.
He spoke with a half-smile, "Excuse me, I’m a customer, too. There’s an empty seat right here. Take it or leave it."
Xia Liang couldn’t be bothered to bicker with her any further and lowered his head to continue playing with his phone.
When the woman first saw Xia Liang’s face, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, but his nonchalant demeanor quickly irritated her.
"How can you be ? You look decent enough, so why don’t you act like a man? Don’t you know this is the perfect time to show your gentlemanly side?"
At this point, the woman pulled at her friend’s sleeve and said with extreme distaste, "Miaomiao, look at the men in our country, and then think about that handsome guy from America we met. Not only was he good-looking, he was also extremely elegant and gentlemanly. Now look at this guy..."
She trailed off as if unable to continue, simply shaking her head and sighing, her face a mask of exasperated disappointment.
Xia Liang blinked at her words.
Well, I’ll be, he thought. Did I just run into a rabid xenophile? The kind of person who thinks everything from a foreign country is better, that even their farts smell sweet? That all foreign men are tall, rich, handsome, romantic, and well-mannered?
This line of reasoning made even the other customers feel a wave of disgust.
"Forget it, Lisa. We have a seat anyway," the girl beside her, Miaomiao, advised.
Xia Liang finally snapped back to reality, speechless. He shook his head, not having expected this.
It’s the 21st century, for crying out loud, and there are still morons around, he fumed internally. She just blindly praises other countries, never once considering that our Dragon Country is already incredibly strong. And what’s with the pretentious English name? Lisa? Did she just pick that randomly out of a seventh-grade English textbook?
Xia Liang calmly took a sip of his milk tea. "Are you done? Since every other word out of your mouth is about how great foreign countries are, and how romantic and gentlemanly foreign men are, why don’t you just go to one? Or perhaps..."
At this, Xia Liang smirked playfully. "You can’t afford to emigrate? Or is it that they simply look down on you?"
Lisa was infuriated by his words. When have I ever been scolded ? All the guys who orbit me, all the backups on my WeChat... which one of them isn’t completely devoted to me? And now I’m being dressed down by a delivery guy? By the lowest of the low, some piece of trash?
"You... you bastard!" Lisa seethed, her surgically enhanced chest heaving violently.
"Hey handsome, I’m sorry. My friend is just too impulsive," Miaomiao quickly apologized. She then picked up her milk tea and hurriedly dragged Lisa away.
"You damned loser, just you wait!" Lisa’s angry shout echoed from the distance.
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"Exactly! Those brainless West-worshippers are disgusting."
"Seriously! If she thinks foreigner’s shit smells so sweet, why doesn’t she go eat some?"
"She has no gratitude. Without the strength of Dragon Country, does she think she could live so comfortably on this land?"
After the two women left, everyone in the milk tea shop gave Xia Liang a thumbs-up.
Xia Liang simply responded with a smile and didn’t say much. But I still wonder what the customer who wrote ’wait for my call’ in the notes actually wants me to do, he thought.
Just as Xia Liang was about to call the customer, his phone rang.
"You got the order, right?" a girl’s voice came through as soon as he answered.
"Yeah," Xia Liang replied instinctively.
Before he could say more, the girl on the other end continued, "Now, go to the entrance of Qingyun No.1 Middle School and splash this cup of milk tea on a man named Zhan Tianhao. Do that, and I’ll give you a five-star rating."
Xia Liang was utterly baffled by the request. He was about to refuse when the System’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have triggered a hidden mission: Teach a Young Punk a Lesson.
Mission Description: Please follow the customer’s request and splash the milk tea on the young punk.
Mission Reward: 20 Work Points, 1 Yacht (worth 500 Yuan).]
A hidden mission! I haven’t gotten one in ages!
Xia Liang snapped his mouth shut, his mind racing. "No problem!" he said into the phone. "I’m on my way!"
With that, he grabbed the milk tea, headed out the door, and drove off.
On the way, Xia Liang couldn’t help but wonder. What kind of punk is this guy, anyway? To actually trigger a mission...
Filled with curiosity, Xia Liang arrived at Yida Plaza and, following the phone’s instructions, quickly located his target.
The target was a teenager, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with dyed-blond hair and two ear piercings. Despite the cool weather, he was wearing ripped jeans and a pair of flip-flops. He was sitting on a small electric scooter, shooting the breeze with his "bros."
This guy is the spitting image of a try-hard punk! Xia Liang thought with a hint of cringey annoyance. He shook his head and sighed. Well, since the System issued the task, I might as well teach this young delinquent a lesson. A chance to save a tainted flower of society, perhaps?
Xia Liang first tossed the plastic carrier bag into a bin before walking toward Zhan Tianhao.
As Xia Liang approached, Zhan Tianhao, a cigarette dangling arrogantly from his lips, blew out a smoke ring. "Need something?"
"Yeah," Xia Liang said, holding up the milk tea. "Are you Zhan Tianhao?"
Zhan Tianhao was taken aback for a second before nodding, his small eyes filled with confusion. "That’s me. What’s up?"
Xia Liang nodded. "Then I’ve got the right person. A girl ordered a milk tea for you!"
Upon hearing this, his punk friends instantly exploded into a commotion.
"Holy shit! Who was it?"
"Damn, Tianhao! Looking good! A girl ordered you takeout!"
"That’s our Tianhao!"
The flattery from his "bros" undoubtedly inflated Zhan Tianhao’s ego, satisfying his vanity. He took a casual drag from his cigarette and exhaled. "It’s a real burden being this handsome..."
With that, he reached out his hand. "Give me the milk tea—"
However, before he could finish, a sudden cold splash hit him. His entire face was soaked, sticky milk tea dripping down his cheeks.
Zhan Tianhao was stunned for a moment before jumping to his feet, finding the entire front of his shirt soaked. He glared at Xia Liang, fuming. "Fuck! Are you trying to die? What the fuck are you doing?"
Facing Zhan Tianhao’s roar, Xia Liang just pointed calmly at the empty cup. "This is what the customer who placed the order requested."
Hearing this, Zhan Tianhao asked through clenched teeth, "Someone ordered takeout just to have you splash it on me? Who was it?"
Xia Liang didn’t answer, simply tossing the empty cup into a nearby trash can.