God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!
Chapter 69: Help, the matchmaking market is grabbing strong men now!

Chapter 69: Help, the matchmaking market is grabbing strong men now!

"Xiao Huan, there are hardly any customers left... Where is Sister Tong?"

As Yan Huan was tidying up the glasses and plates, he turned his head towards the place where Tong Yingying had been sitting, where bottles and glasses were still placed, but she herself was nowhere to be seen.

"I’ll go look for her."

Yan Huan wiped his hands and walked over in that direction.

The shop has a second floor, but it’s not open to customers; Sister Tong usually lives upstairs.

Between the shop and the staircase leading to the second floor is a long corridor, with the restroom in the middle.

Yan Huan thought she had gone upstairs to rest, but standing at the bottom of the stairs, he saw the locked iron door, knocked, and called out twice but got no reply.

"That’s really strange..."

With the way Tong Yingying manages the shop, if the staff were negligent, it would be interesting to see if someone hollowed out her tavern someday.

Fortunately, Yan Huan is a model youth, especially good in character.

He sent her a message on the phone but got no reply; Yan Huan pouted and glanced at the time, then called out to the outside,

"Sister Guan, Brother Tian, why don’t you go ahead and leave! She might be asleep upstairs, I’ll just lock up the shop later!"

"Alright, we’ll help you put away the outside tables and chairs!"

"OK!"

In the corridor, Yan Huan tried calling her cellphone again, and as it sounded "du du" with no answer, he heard a ringtone coming from the restroom.

Yan Huan raised an eyebrow, knocked on the restroom door tentatively, and called out,

"Sister Tong?"

Inside, a tune from Dragon Country continued to play.

Helplessly, Yan Huan pushed open the door.

Inside the cramped single stall restroom, the cubicle door was open, revealing a dizzy Tong Yingying sitting on the toilet seat cover.

Thankfully, her pants were not down.

Yan Huan sighed in relief, glanced at the phone that had fallen on the floor, picked it up, and hung up his own call.

Just as he turned off the phone, the lock screen showed a whopping 99+ messages all from his mother.

Yan Huan didn’t even look at the contents of the messages, just locked the phone again.

Then he moved closer to Tong Yingying and called out,

"Sister Tong?"

"Uh..."

Hearing Yan Huan’s voice, she stretched out her hand to rub her slightly furrowed brow and pushed away the bangs on her forehead.

Her face, flushed and beautiful, always looked listless.

Meanwhile, her left hand stealthily moved inside her jacket, seemingly having grabbed something.

But her wary eyes slowly melted away after seeing the young man in front of her, turning into the alcohol-laden breath she exhaled from her slightly parted red lips.

"Yan Huan..."

As she let down her guard, the hand clutching something in her bosom loosened slightly, and a stun gun slipped out, landing on her thigh.

"..."

Seeing this, Yan Huan found it somewhat amusing, pointed at the stun gun on her leg, and asked,

"No way, Sister, why are you carrying a stun gun around? If you hadn’t seen clearly, wouldn’t you have shocked me?"

"We don’t discuss such societal matters with kids..."

"Guess I’m the only kid in your eyes, Sister Tong."

Oh, not quite, Aunt Ye Lan talks even more exaggeratedly.

Tong Yingying struggled to sit up straight, put the stun gun back into her bosom, and asked quietly,

"Have they finished work?"

"Ah, there’s no customers at this hour."

"Hmm..."

She lowered her head a bit more, and Yan Huan took the initiative to ask,

"Shall I help you upstairs to rest?"

"Hmm..."

Yan Huan sighed, took her phone and put it into her coat, helped her up, and walked out.

She fumbled in her pocket for the keys and handed them to Yan Huan to unlock the door, revealing the rooms upstairs.

The room was a mess, with various clothes and underwear piled up on the sofa in heaps; Yan Huan almost tripped over some stockings tangled with clothes on the floor...

It was obvious she threw these two items together into the washing machine, and this was the result after drying.

"Sister Tong, I’m shocked every time I come up to your room..."

The light was turned on, revealing a black electric guitar hanging on the wall.

Yan Huan didn’t understand much about these items but thought the guitar was well-made, with a row of gold signatures, it looked pricey.

"Hmm..."

With her head drooped, her red hair slightly covering her face, she answered very casually.

However, the hand holding Yan Huan began to fumble around his shoulders and then his chest...

Yan Huan quickly held down her wandering hand, then he threw her onto the bed.

In that moment, he even started to suspect that Tong Yingying might have been chosen by the modifier.

If the modifier chose strangers like Ye Shiyu or Spencer, Yan Huan would find it tolerable, but if it chose someone he knew, that would leave him speechless.

Against a stranger, he could act without any scruples, treating it like a mental battle against the modifier.

But if a familiar person suddenly used the modifier on him, the distortion of such habitual interpersonal relationships would be the most difficult to bear...

Especially when you are the object being manipulated by the modifier.

But fortunately, it seemed Tong Yingying was just drunk, remaining quiet once thrown onto the bed.

Yan Huan sighed, smiled, and said to her,

"I think you’re really hungry, Sister Tong... I’m ten years younger than you, and you still lay your hands on me?!"

Tong Yingying grunted, a hint of clarity seeming to awaken within her muddled consciousness from Yan Huan’s sudden remark.

She opened her eyes, then squinted them at the young man standing in front of her bed.

She then saw him dressed in the tavern’s bartender uniform, a brown vest outlining his tall figure, evoking a sense of the forbidden.

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