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Chapter 296: Short Story 3 : Kushida Kikyou SS– Way to Survival

I had a little bit of extra time on my hand and went out to check.

Having a queue was something worth celebrating, but Ayanokouji-kun didn\'t look happy at all as he looked at the same scenery as me.

"This is bad. We\'re starting to see customers tired of waiting and they are leaving."

That\'s right. Even though we had so many customers, we couldn\'t service all of them.

The people waiting in front must have waited close to 30 minutes already.

Think.

Ayanokouji-kun and I were not the only ones worried about when this queue would collapse.

The girls working inside the maid café must be worried sick as well.

In that case I had to do something.

I know very well how difficult it is to overwrite bad impressions or your own image, but I also have no other options but to take the challenge.

"Ayanokouji-kun, can I leave for a bit? I have a plan."

"What are you planning on doing?"

"The guests waiting are bored, but they all show strong interest in the maid café. But they are getting hungry and it\'s not surprising they are starting to leave."

"You\'re right."

The quickest method to keep them here is...

Is the department store food sampling plan!

Baiting them with small pieces of food and pressuring them to make a purchase with smiles and coercion.

I was going to reproduce phenomena by force.

I grabbed a small bag with cookies from the souvenir corner and walked towards the people waiting in front.

"I\'m sorry for the wait!"

I politely took a cookie and presented them to each customer while keeping a low profile.

And I repeated this until I reached the end of the queue, scattering feed all over.

All I had to do now was to stick close to them and watch.

If someone was about to leave I would use glances and gestures to appeal to them and convey how bad it would be for me if they left.

I can contribute to the class as well as make my classmates feel indebted to me, an important technique.

It was like killing two birds with one stone.

That\'s my weapon. A strategy to avoid expulsion and to emphasize my own presence at the same time.