Minalinsky

After the young girl left, Jiang Yu finally raised his head and, watching how Aki Ryouya operated his phone, asked curiously, "What are you doing, Ryouya?"

Aki Ryouya seemed to be communicating with someone, but upon hearing the question, he paused, raised his phone, and showed the LINE interface. "I'm telling Yoshihiko that I just met Nana-chan. He doesn't seem to believe me, though. Unfortunately, this café doesn’t allow photos."

"Well... why was this maid given the title 'Legendary Maid of Akihabara' anyway?" Jiang Yu didn’t pursue the topic but instead voiced his own confusion.

Aki Ryouya thought for a moment. "Hmm... probably because every maid café in Akihabara has a maid rating system. After each service, customers rate their maid. Nana-chan is currently the only one with a perfect score—and she also has the most likes."

"Wow, that's incredible!" Jiang Yu exclaimed in surprise.

Aki Ryouya laughed, "That’s not all. Nana-chan also has unofficial nicknames like 'Akihabara’s Most Healing Smile Maid,' 'Akihabara’s Most Beautiful Maid,' and 'Akihabara’s Cutest Maid.' People just started calling her these, and everyone agreed."

Jiang Yu clicked his tongue in quiet awe.

Umai Tsuchiya interjected curiously, "Why do you call her Nana-chan? Is it a nickname?"

Aki Ryouya scratched his head. "I think it was someone’s creative idea. Her maid name here is 'Minalinsky.' Someone took 'Minalin,' matched it to 'Minana,' and then 'sky'—'SUKI'—which means 'like' in Japanese, so it became 'Love Minana' or 'Nana-chan.'"

Umai Tsuchiya giggled, "So that's how it is? The person who came up with that must have quite an imagination!"

"Yeah, probably never expected their random idea would become everyone’s official nickname," Aki Ryouya shrugged with a smile.

Jiang Yu murmured quietly, "Minalin... sky, huh?"

Umai Tsuchiya heard him and tilted her head, her large brown eyes blinking with curiosity. "What are you talking about, big brother?"

"Ah... nothing. Just thinking about when the food will arrive. You must be hungry, right, Umai?"

"Oh, silly brother! If you hadn’t mentioned it, I almost forgot I was hungry!" Umai suddenly pouted and complained.

Jiang Yu, amused and helpless, could only accept his sister’s blame. "Alright, alright—it’s all my fault, okay?"

"Wow, Jiang Yu, you really spoil your sister," Aki Ryouya commented, watching the scene unfold.

Instantly, Jiang Yu and Umai Tsuchiya froze. One blushed and lowered her head, staring at the floor in silence; the other, after a moment, protested, "No... I don’t!"

If only your tone were a little stronger and your gaze a bit more resolute, your denial might be more convincing.

As expected, Aki Ryouya simply gave a slightly amused smile, not pressing further on his friend's obvious evasion.

As the three waited for dinner, a person dressed as the manager strode to the center of the café, picked up a microphone, and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to interrupt. We’re launching a special event. The winner, with Nana-chan’s permission, will get a photo with her!"

At those words, the café erupted in cheers—even Aki Ryouya looked eager to participate.

Jiang Yu watched in bewilderment, quietly pursing his lips.

You’re tempted too, aren’t you, Jiang Yu?

Shut up!

The manager, clearly prepared for such excitement, signaled for quiet and continued, "The rules are simple. Show your talent and earn approval from the maids and guests; that makes you the winner. You may ask the maids to join your performance, if they’re willing."

And so began a parade of talents. Jiang Yu hadn’t expected so many skilled people in this maid café.

Some took the stage and sang a song, about Jiang Yu’s level before Chika Koto taught him, and earned much praise.

Others performed small tricks with items from their pockets, drawing cheers.

One after another, people showcased their abilities, and the atmosphere grew lively.

Eventually, as fewer people went up, the manager was about to announce the event’s end when a maid spoke up, smiling, "Manager, Nana-chan says she wants to sing!"

Then Nana-chan herself, pushed forward by the maids, stood bewildered, her face flushed, trying to escape their grasp but unable to overcome so many hands, finally ending up at the stage’s center.

The guests responded with timely applause and cheers, whistles mingling in, and the atmosphere turned electric once more.

The girl with beautiful flaxen hair stood, cheeks red, unsure what to do. She instinctively took the microphone from the manager, growing even more flustered, her small mouth slightly open, lost for words.

Because of the impromptu event, Jiang Yu and his friends’ meals arrived late, as did their desserts and tea. At the height of the performances, the three, hungry, ate quietly—standing out as an unusual sight in the lively café.

Jiang Yu sipped his black tea, noting the official tea association’s certification was indeed justified; the flavor was exceptional, the best he’d ever tasted.

Suddenly, the crowd grew louder again, and Jiang Yu instinctively looked up to see the girl standing at the center of the stage, her face shy and crimson.

She took a deep breath, signaled for quiet, and spoke in her clear, distinctive voice, "Well, if you want Nana-chan to sing, I can do that—but the only song I can perform is 'When Cherry Blossoms Dance.' If anyone can play live piano accompaniment, that would be even better!"

She smiled mischievously, clearly proud of her own cleverness. She’d watched the earlier performances and noticed no one seemed skilled at piano—the instrument on the stage had gone untouched.

To further discourage any volunteers, she chose an old song, hoping to dissuade the crowd.

The guests whispered among themselves, exchanging glances, realizing none could step forward.

As Nana-chan was about to express her regret and end the event, Aki Ryouya suddenly stood up, waving his arms and shouting, "There’s someone here who can play the piano!"

"Pfft... cough... cough..." Jiang Yu nearly spat out his tea, forcing it down and then coughing painfully.

Umai Tsuchiya joined in, standing mischievously and announcing, "Yes, yes! My brother can play piano!"

Hey, you two... Jiang Yu, still caught in a fit of coughing, couldn’t stop them in time.

Their declaration was met with thunderous cheers, laughter from the maids, the manager’s smile, and Nana-chan’s stunned expression.