Chapter Fifteen: The Reform Plan

  The two returned to the residence of several people - Huamu Qing's villa.

  "You're not kidding, Muzhi?" Han Yixia exclaimed after hearing their story and her plan.

  "I'm not joking, I'm serious." Hanaki Aoi said with a sincere expression to her friends while taking notes on things she should pay attention to when visiting the master's house in the future. "Robin took me to apply for a job and now I've become a maid." Hanaki Aoi proudly announced to everyone.

  "Robin..." Han Yixia's angry eyes stared at Robin as he shouted and charged towards him.

  "It's none of my business." Seeing that the timing was not right, Robin immediately turned around and ran away. Thus, a game of cat and mouse unfolded in Huamu Qing's living room.

  "Alright, alright, that's enough!" Seeing the two of them almost falling to the ground several times, Huā Mù Qíng hastily intervened, while Luō Bīn also took advantage of the situation to hide behind her back, with a worried face, wondering if his life would be ruined by Hán Yì Xià today.

  "You went for an interview, why didn't you tell me beforehand!" Han Yixia was forced to stop and panted as she spoke.

  "Hey Xia, calm down, calm down."

  "Robin comforted."

  "Hehe... I didn't let him tell you," Hana Kiyoshi helped Robin out of the situation in time.

  "It's not that simple, Muqing. If you're unlucky and run into a shady boss, they'll bully you."

  "Huh...... You're already cursing me before I've even started, my luck can't be that bad." Hanaki Haruka stopped the pen in her hand, saying displeasedly.

  "I'm worried about you, worried to death." Han Yixia sat down beside Huamu Qing, looking at her with a worried face.

  "Wood sunny......" Tatsuko Yae put down the bag in her hand, "So you're serious about it?"

  "Hmm, and this time I've made complete preparations. Look at these books, they're all mine." Hanaki Haru proudly picked up the books on his desk that he had bought.

  "Okay, in that case, I... and Robin, Yixia will fully support you."

  "Hey, I didn't say anything!" Han Yixia protested.

  "Yi Xia, are you really heartless and won't help me?" Huā Mù Qíng put on a pitiful expression, looking at Hán Yì Xià, thinking that with his usual soft spot for her, he would eventually give in.

  "Don't help!" Han Yixia forced himself not to look at her with that gaze, his eyes were firm and determined, he didn't want to put her in a dangerous situation.

  "Yi Xia... summer..." Huamu Qing leaned her head on Han Yi Xia's shoulder, then lifted it up again, blinking her big eyes, "Please, please."

  "Since when did I ever refuse you!" Han Yixia lamented.

  "So you're agreeing then?"

  "Is it!" He silently rolled his eyes.

  "Jesus"

  "Ah, Yixia, you're so adorable!" Clutching Han Yixia's small face, Huamu Qing felt wave after wave of delight.

  "Alright, alright, let's stop wasting time, okay? Let's get started now!" Chenzi Ye stood with her hands on her hips, exuding a director-like aura. After all, she had thoroughly researched these scenes and was well-versed in acting. It was only fitting that she should instruct Huamu Qing on the spot.

  Then, the four people began a performance about the daily life of a maid.

  "First of all, let's start with a greeting." Tatsuko nodded slightly and asked Hanaki to show her one.

  "Hello!" Hanaki smiled, with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, her voice as gentle as water.

  "Not good enough, too gentle. Needs to be more ruthless and shameless, then try again." Zhenzi Ye looked like he was fed up with the result.

  "Anning Haseyo!" Huamu Qing clasped her hands together, raised her head, then lowered it again, the distance between them was enough to bow to heaven and earth. "Hello, boss."

  "Not not, come again."

  "Hello everyone!"

  "No way!"

  "Not again, boss, what do you want?" Hanaki Akira also lost his patience.

  "Can't you speak normally for once?" Chenzi Ye rarely lost his temper with Huamu Qing.

  Huamu Qing shook her head.

  Chen Zi Ye couldn't help but roll her eyes, clenched her teeth, and raised both hands to gesture, "Like this, a natural greeting, 'Hello!'" Chen Zi Ye personally demonstrated it, with an attitude that was as natural as could be, just like how she would greet ordinary people. Her demeanor was neither too close nor too distant, not neglectful but also not overly familiar, making others feel completely at ease.

  "Y...you're welcome!" Hanaki Aoi learned by rote.

  "Ah, that's right, this is the feeling. You have to remember not to make people think you're being perfunctory or trying too hard to please them. Grasping the measure is very important." The audience next to Hanaki Haruka heard her greeting and all of a sudden became unaccustomed and fell to one side.

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  "Next step two, dressing up, must make Mu Qing look like a maid." Chenzi Ye said with a sly smile.

  Before long, Huamu Qing came out from inside wearing a Japanese standard maid costume that was quite sexy.

  A white maid's hat, a deep blue maid's dress, holding a colorful feather duster in her hand, striking a pose, and performing an erotic dance in front of the three people, looking both evil and criminal.

  Han Yixia's jaw almost dropped, Robin was whistling with his fingers in his mouth, praising highly, while Chenzi Ye frowned and shook her head.

  Robin stood up and danced along with Huamu Qing's rhythm, exclaiming, "Baby, I just love this style."

  Chen Zi Ye crossed his arms and said seriously, "No way."

  Huā Mù Qíng zé chuí tóu sàng qì de zǒu le jìn qù, bù yī huì er, yòu huàn le yī tào nǚ zhuāng chū lái.

  Translation:

  Hua Mu Qing then walked in with her head hung low and depressed, but before long, she came out again wearing a different set of women's clothes.

  She was wearing a shoulder-length wig, glasses with large frames on her eyes, an ordinary red short-sleeved shirt and blue seven-minute pants on her body, holding a mop in her hand, and scrubbing the floor hard.

  "No way, no way." This time, the three of them crossed their arms in unison, clearly not very satisfied with Huamu Qing's current outfit.

  Huā Mù Qíng ignored them, holding a mop as support, spinning the mop, sticking out her buttocks, tilting back her head, opening wide her mouth with its extremely exaggerated large false teeth, and starting to dance again.

  Everyone was shocked and fell onto the sofa, almost foaming at the mouth. They got up, stretched their arms crossed, unable to accept it, their little hearts were not strong enough!

  Huamu Qing lowered his head again and walked into the locker room with a resigned look.

  She came out again, even more exaggerated, wearing a wig that was exploding and couldn't explode anymore, her face smeared with some kind of dark paste, looking black and messy, her mouth painted with bright red lipstick, opening it was both scary and laughable.

  The clothes she wore were even more ridiculous, a blue short-sleeved shirt and pink seven-eighths pants. Except for the delicate facial features that couldn't be hidden on her face, everything else was out of place. She also held a broom in her hand, dressed as a typical African black female maid.