Chapter 6

After finishing breakfast, Tang Song opened his wardrobe and began to rummage.

He didn't have many clothes, so he quickly found the few pieces he needed.

White loose base shirt, black Anta sweatpants, gray-black Pathfinder windbreaker.

He sniffed them; they were all clean and had no strange odors.

Because he didn't have canvas shoes, Tang Song picked a pair of light-colored suede sports shoes to replace them, just to see the effect.

After changing, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself.

The overall look presented a sense of relaxation, the fat on his body was covered tightly, and it was indeed very slimming.

Very good!

He put on his mask and took a few photos; the more Tang Song looked, the more satisfied he was.

Especially this windbreaker, the cut was even more suitable for him than the one in the dressing picture the netizen sent.

Touching the high-quality windbreaker on his body, Tang Song couldn't help but sigh.

Speaking of which, this three-in-one windbreaker was a gift she gave him for his birthday last year, and he had never been willing to wear it.

Time passed so quickly; he didn't know if she was adapting in Shencheng and if her startup was going smoothly.

Every time he thought about this "white moonlight" from his student days, Tang Song always felt depressed.

She was a true genius, always dazzling from childhood to adulthood.

In high school, she was always in the top three of the grade and was successfully admitted to the Imperial Capital University, the top 2 in China.

During university, she participated in the "Internet+" entrepreneurship competition and won the gold medal.

After graduation, she didn't choose to sign with a big factory but formed a team with her classmates to start a business with this project and successfully obtained investment.

She had a clear and definite life plan for herself; she was mature, rational, good at thinking, and full of desire for knowledge and exploration.

Compared to her, Tang Song was much more ordinary.

His studies could only be said to be not bad; after graduating from high school, he was admitted to Yancheng University of Technology, a double-non-first-class university.

Although he worked very hard during university, mastered his professional knowledge well, and won scholarships several times.

But when he came to the Imperial Capital and truly came into contact with her work, life, and circle.

He discovered that the gap between the two people was getting wider and wider, so wide that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make up for it.

This was also the main reason he finally let go of this relationship.

Shaking his head hard, Tang Song no longer let his mind wander.

For him now, the most important thing was to improve himself; only by truly growing up would he have the ability to make up for his regrets.

……

Qingxin Garden was located in the center of Huaxin District, with complete supporting facilities, hospitals, supermarkets, and parks, all of which were available.

About one kilometer away was a large commercial complex, Yunsheng Plaza.

There was no shortage of high-end beauty and hair salons.

Tang Song searched on the Dianping app and chose the best one based on reviews.

Just as he reached the door, he saw it was packed with people.

Perhaps because today was the weekend, combined with the shop’s good reputation, it was only 9:30, and a long queue had already started.

The time he had agreed upon with Xie Shuyu was 12:00 noon, leaving only two hours.

Besides getting a hairstyle, he also had to buy a pair of canvas shoes; there was simply no time.

After thinking for a while, he had to choose a shop with lower popularity on the map; since it could open in such a place, he figured they must have some skills.

As soon as he entered, a pretty young lady took the initiative to greet him.

Her attitude was very enthusiastic, sweetly saying, "Welcome! Hello, handsome, haircut or skincare?"

Tang Song glanced inside; there were only a few scattered customers, so there was definitely no need to queue.

"I want to get a hairstyle, and trim my eyebrows by the way."

The young lady pointed to the price list on the wall and introduced, "For eyebrow trimming, it’s a unified price, 79 yuan. We have three levels of stylists in our shop: 88 yuan for a regular stylist, 188 yuan for a senior designer, and 288 yuan for a technical director. Which one do you choose? I’ll arrange it immediately!"

Tang Song didn't hesitate and said crisply, "Then let’s try the strength of your technical director."

The quality of the hairstyle was related to his charm rating, so of course, he had to choose the best.

Now he didn't need to save money for a house, and there were huge assets waiting to be unlocked, so there was no need to save money on this.

"Alright, handsome! Put your coat in the locker first, and I’ll take you to wash your hair!"

Walking into the hair-washing room, he lay down on the soft and comfortable hair-washing bed.

The young lady thoughtfully wrapped a towel around him and adjusted the water temperature to a comfortable level.

His hair was quickly wetted, a faint body scent hit his face, and slender fingers with shampoo foam gently pressed and scratched his scalp, occasionally massaging his neck.

A sense of comfort from head to toe surged in.

It had to be said that the service was really good.

After washing his hair, Tang Song was taken to a luxuriously decorated private room.

The technical director followed closely behind; he was a handsome uncle in his forties, with tattoos and ear studs, dressed in a trendy style.

He walked to Tang Song’s side and enthusiastically put his hand on his shoulder, "Good morning, handsome, I am the technical director of this shop, Li Wen. Come on, tell me your requirements for your hairstyle."

Tang Song looked at himself in the mirror and asked a bit uneasily, "Teacher Li is a professional, what hairstyle do you think suits me? Someone recommended a differential broken cover, what do you think?"

Li Wen fixed his head with both hands and looked him up and down for a while.

Seriously and solemnly, he said, "No problem, your face shape can fully handle a differential broken cover.

Although the hair is a bit dry and frizzy, it can be adjusted and repaired with hair mask.

I will also redesign it according to your features to make the layers richer, which will definitely take your looks to the next level!"

"As expected of a technical director, professional!" Tang Song gave a thumbs up, and his heart felt relieved.

Everything was proceeding according to plan, very smoothly!

Li Wen raised his eyebrows confidently and casually pulled out a haircut cape and tied it on him.

One hand picked up the scissors, the other hand gathered his hair, and he began to operate.

His movements were relaxed, free, and flowing; one look and you knew his level wasn't low!

Tang Song took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and looked forward to the upcoming "makeover."

Just like that netizen said, hair directly affects a person’s image, and its importance is no less than facial features.

A hairstyle that suits you can definitely increase your charm rating.

Accompanied by the "click-clack" sound of scissors biting, strands of hair fell.

After more than half an hour.

Li Wen stopped his movements, wiped the broken hair off his face, and said, "It’s done, handsome, see if there’s anything that needs adjusting."

Tang Song pursed his lips and slowly opened his eyes.

The bright light shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, and the room was bright; he looked particularly… stupid in the mirror.

Tang Song hurriedly raised his hand and grabbed his hair hard, seemingly wanting to confirm something.

Perhaps it was a hair quality issue; the hair on the top of his head fell naturally, completely lacking the fluffy feeling in the photo.

The surroundings were thinned and shortened, the bangs were just over his eyebrows, and the whole thing looked like a big pot lid.

Tang Song’s eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly called up the system interface.

[Charm: 24]

"Holy crap!" Tang Song’s eyes turned red; this 1 point of rating that he had worked so hard to raise, how did it get knocked back down again!