The shrewd, cautious, righteous and awe-inspiring Miss Yakumo Lan fell under the attack of Qian Chen's stinky tofu.

I'm afraid that from today onwards, this Nine-Tailed Demon Fox Miss will completely become another captive under the clutches of Qian Chen's gourmet food.

Her originally calm and cautious expression is now like someone has been drugged, her eyes are blurred, her cheeks are shy, her expression is, and she also has her own picture background of flying flowers.

When Sakuya on the side saw it, she immediately felt empathy, thinking that she had fallen under the clutches of an unscrupulous boss in the first place.

Thinking of this, Sakuya couldn't help but glare at Qian Chen fiercely.

"What's the matter, Miss Sixteen Nights."

Qian Chen smiled back with a kind smile.

Sakiya pointed to Yakumo Landao, who was sitting in front of the bar with his hands covering his cheeks, his small mouth slightly open, and there was a crystal clear liquid at the corner of his mouth.

"If you play her like this, aren't you afraid that the people behind her will settle accounts with you?"

Qian Chen waved his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't. It only takes a while for her to return to normal. ”

"Ah, yes."

The expression on Sakiya's face was still indifferent, and she turned around and threw Qian Chen a dashing back without saying a word, and began to get busy in the restaurant.

Qian Chen couldn't help but touch his nose.

He still thinks that being able to hire Sakiya and Asuna is the best choice he's ever made in his life.

In particular, after becoming an employee of a restaurant, restrictions on the use of capacity will be relaxed.

As a result, it is often seen in the restaurant that there are at least seven or eight tables waiting to be cleaned up in the restaurant one second, and the next second, the tables are already bright.

At first, many diners thought the restaurant was haunted, but now they are getting used to it.

Just then, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again.

A middle-aged Humpty Dumpty man with a shaved monk's head and a trousers vest walked in with a red-haired boy who was also short and stout, wearing a white shirt of trousers.

The short, red-haired boy's left arm was still in a bandage, apparently wounded.

"Welcome!"

Qian Chen sent out a welcome as usual.

The short, middle-aged man in the lead didn't notice the scene in the restaurant at first, and he turned to the red-haired boy.

"You've just finished the tournament and you're probably hungry, so let's eat something before we get treated.

You can't fight on an empty stomach! ”

"Yes, master."

Perhaps because of the injury, the short, red-haired young man did not seem to be in high spirits, and he lowered his head slightly, looking a little depressed.

The short and fat middle-aged man patted him on the back with a big smile on his face, and encouraged him at the same time.

"Don't be discouraged! There are no victorious generals on the battlefield, and even Yokozuna will have times when he fails. ”

"Yes! Master! ”

It seems that some keyword touched the red-haired boy, and he seems to be energetic.

"If you want something to eat, I'll please... Guest! ”

"This, what is this!"

Just after encouraging the red-haired boy, the master and apprentice duo were stunned when they saw everything in the restaurant, and their mouths opened wide.

Qian Chen shrugged his shoulders and said that he was used to this.

Basically every guest who comes to the restaurant will show more or less shock.

The guests from the magical world are okay, it seems that they are used to seeing supernatural things, and they are more receptive.

People from the world of pure technology often take half a day to come back to their senses, and there is no way, it is really the scene in front of them that completely shatters their worldview.

"Master, did you come here a lot before?"

The red-haired boy said with a dull expression.

"No, it's my first time too."

The middle-aged short and fat man also looked stunned.

"This restaurant... It's amazing. ”

The red-haired boy searched in his brain for a long time but couldn't find the right words.

"yes."

"Guests, please take a seat over there."

Sakiya, who had cleaned up the restaurant and refreshed it, came to them and said lightly.

"Uh-oh."

Two people with confused heads followed Sakiya as if they were sleepwalking and sat down at the bar.

Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was awkward and weird, the short and fat middle-aged man patted the red-haired boy on the shoulder and began to forcibly open the topic.

"Honomaru, losing a game is not the end of the world, the most important thing for you now is to drop everything and receive treatment, as for your partners, don't worry, they will definitely advance smoothly."

"Master Chai Mushan, I know, and I'm not worried at all. Because my buddies are reliable guys.

Just as they trusted me to return tomorrow, I also believe that they will be able to make it through the first round of the team battle, even against Kanazawa North High School, who finished third last year! ”

A red-haired boy named Honomaru cuts the railroad to the ground.

Akio Shibakiyama on the side saw only absolute trust through his eyes, and he touched the back of his shiny head.

"yes, it looks like I'm worrying too much, oops, it's really because people are old, hahaha!"

He laughed awkwardly as he spoke.

Qian Chen, who was standing behind the bar, eavesdropped on their conversation and quickly figured out the identities of the two.

A middle-aged stocky man named Akio Shibakiyama is an instructor of professional sumo wrestling in Japan and runs the Shibakiyama team.

And the red-haired boy named Shiohuo no Maru is a high school sumo wrestler. He had just competed in the National Individual Tournament and was defeated by the Tennoji Shitong, the strongest king who had dominated the Japanese sumo world for three years.

The individual competition is just a dispensable match for the average high school sumo wrestler, but for Honomaru it is the only two paths he can take to the professional sumo wrestler.

The reason for this is his height. PROFESSIONAL SUMO WRESTLERS WHO ARE LESS THAN 167 CM TALL ARE NOT EVEN QUALIFIED TO BECOME APPRENTICES.

And the fire pill is only 152CM tall, which is obviously seriously out of standard, and he himself has no signs of growing taller.

The normal entrance to professional sumo has shut him out.

In his case, there are only two ways to make an exception to enter professional sumo wrestling, one is an all-Japan high school individual champion and the other is a team champion, and he has to perform well.

Gambling everything on another path when one path has already been lost is undoubtedly multiplied by the difficulty and pressure.

However, in Qian Chen's eyes, the gaze of the fire pill was always clear and confident, which was not the gaze of a person who had completely given up.

It's common knowledge that no matter what sport is the most physical.

Playing football requires fast running, physical flexibility, and a natural sense of ball, playing basketball is known as a game for long-term people, and the NBA draft every year, a lot of teams will focus on those rookies with strong physical fitness, which is proof!

However, it is precisely because this is common sense that when some players with average physical talent, or even no difference from ordinary people, break common sense and stand on the professional arena, the brilliance emitted will be so attractive.

Qian Chen felt that he had been deeply attracted by the never-extinguishing fire light emanating from the fire pill's body.

Decided to give him a hand.