Chapter 66: Go! My Beautician Friend!

Watching the Wuling Hongguang disappear from sight, Tang Song was still recalling the hug just now, feeling some regret in his heart.

He had acted a bit dull just now; he should have taken the opportunity to offer her a hug on the spot.

It had to be said that Gao Mengting’s personality was really good—generous and natural; she was a very easy-to-get-along-with friend.

Immediately, Tang Song thought of Zhao Yaqian, his beautician friend.

He opened the system interface to check the item [Betting Agreement].

[Remaining time: 9 days]

On April 8th, he had obtained this item, which gave him the courage to befriend Zhao Yaqian, the beautician.

In the blink of an eye, 21 days had passed.

They had gone from strangers to friends, chatting, doing skincare, eating, and traveling.

Zhao Yaqian had a straightforward personality, a bit naive, never played petty tricks, and was quite good to him.

Even if he wasn't lusting after her body, Tang Song liked this friend very much.

Unfortunately, the other party never had any romantic thoughts about him.

Tang Song couldn't help but recall what Zhao Yaqian had said last time: "We will always be good friends, right?"

He wasn't a fool; he naturally understood the subtext of that sentence.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Song got into his BMW 330 and set off for Yunsheng Plaza.

He was going to get a facial treatment this time and talk to the beautician along the way.

If she really didn't have those kinds of thoughts, he would simply terminate the betting agreement and withdraw the bet money.

With the title [The Popular Me], the 300,000 from the [Betting Agreement] no longer held the same temptation as before.

And without the constraints of this item, the relationship between the two could be simpler.

……

Parking the car outside Yunsheng Plaza, Tang Song followed the bustling crowd to the familiar "Handmade Fried Skewer Shop."

He bought some of Zhao Yaqian’s favorite skewers and two cups of fruit tea.

Walking along the familiar pedestrian street for a while.

Tang Song looked up at the dark storefront and the light sign, frowning.

Yizi Beauty and Hair Salon usually closed after 9 o'clock, and even if they were closed, the light sign would usually stay on.

It was only 8 o'clock in the evening.

Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat. Damn! Could it have gone bankrupt directly?

Picking up his phone, he sent a voice call invitation directly to Zhao Yaqian.

"Ding-ding-ding—ding-ding-ding—"

After waiting for a while, the call was finally answered.

"Hello, Brother Song, I'm here." Although she was trying hard to hide it, her voice was still a bit nasal; she must have just been crying.

It was just as he thought.

Tang Song pursed his lips and said softly: "Qianqian, are you okay?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by Zhao Yaqian’s sobbing: "Brother Song... Yizi Beauty has... gone bankrupt, your membership card... can't be refunded either, I'm sorry."

Tang Song hurriedly comforted her: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's not a big deal. Just find another beauty salon to work at. My membership card doesn't matter, as long as you continue to guide me."

The sound of blowing her nose came through the receiver, and Zhao Yaqian choked up for a long time.

She said: "Before closing, the boss only paid one month's salary and still owes me two months."

"It happened this afternoon; the equipment in the shop was all taken away. I only managed to get a box of skincare products and a few small instruments."

"Brother Song, I'll bring you some masks and essence later, I'm really sorry."

Tang Song said softly: "You don't need to say sorry; this isn't your fault. If you want to blame someone, blame that bastard boss of yours."

"Right! It's all that old bastard's fault! It makes me so mad!" Zhao Yaqian said angrily: "My colleagues and I plan to apply for labor arbitration together, but it might be difficult to get the money back. He owes a mountain of debt now and is just a deadbeat. When I first joined..."

Talking about this black-hearted boss who owed her salary, Zhao Yaqian couldn't stop complaining.

She didn't even care about crying anymore and started complaining to Tang Song about the unfair treatment she had encountered in the half-year she worked there, cursing her boss.

Tang Song stood outside the door of Yizi Beauty and Hair Salon, watching the people coming and going, occasionally echoing a few words to comfort her.

More than ten minutes later.

Zhao Yaqian let out a long breath, seemingly having finally calmed down.

"Brother Song, I'm fine now! Thank you for your understanding, and thank you for listening to me vent for so long. My cousin is working overtime today, and I was feeling very stifled alone. After saying it out to you, I feel much better."

"You can call me if you encounter anything in the future." Tang Song carried the skewers and turned to walk towards the exit, the cool evening breeze blowing on his face.

"I... I was just afraid of disturbing your work. After all, you are usually quite busy, and I didn't want to dump negative energy on you."

"It's okay."

Zhao Yaqian’s voice was low: "I don't know what to do next. Tomorrow is the May Day holiday. I'll prepare well these few days and try to find a job at a large beauty salon, the kind with social insurance."

Tang Song took a deep breath and encouraged: "The road is long without a low point, life has its own time. Go! My beautician friend. If you really can't find a job, you can come to me; I'll support you."

"Pfft—" Zhao Yaqian laughed directly and said: "I'm not easy to support! Skincare products, cosmetics, rent, buying clothes—I spend several thousand yuan every month!"

"Only a few thousand? That's too little."

"Brother Song, you're getting cocky! In my cousin's words, supporting me is harder than supporting a mortgage."

…

The two chatted like this, and Tang Song gradually walked to the center of Yunsheng Plaza.

People were coming and going all around; many were holding phones to livestream, and there were many young couples hugging, kissing, and holding hands.

Tang Song stopped in his tracks and said in a light tone: "Zhao Yaqian, do you have feelings for me? I mean the kind of feelings between a boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Ah!" A gasp came from the receiver, followed by a long silence and chaotic breathing.

Clearly, she was frightened by the sudden direct attack.

Tang Song looked up at the sky, which looked like a huge blue silk, and smiled at the bright moon.

Since the game system arrived, his life had been completely overturned, and he had experienced many things.

Appearance transformation, restraint and persistence, Smile Holdings, cognitive awakening, buying a car and property, unlocking the first stage of rewards, resigning, starting a business...

Growth was never about fanfare, but the precipitation and self-renewal after experiencing things.

The current him and the him from a month ago were indeed very different.

At least at this moment, he could confidently and calmly say what he wanted to say.

On the phone, there was only breathing.

Tang Song asked: "Are you still there?"

"I'm here." The voice was very small and astringent, accompanied by the sound of a tongue licking lips and teeth, "Brother Song... you... you..."

After waiting for a long time, she still didn't say anything.

"It's so difficult for you, okay, I think I know the answer."

"I..."

Tang Song smiled and continued walking: "I just wanted to confirm it simply by telling you this. You must be quite tired today, get a good night's sleep, bye."

"Bye..."

Hanging up the phone, Tang Song looked at the skewers and milk tea in his hand.

He took a photo and shared it with Zhao Yaqian.

Opening the door, getting into the car.

Tang Song took out a skewer of juicy sweet potato skin and ate it; it was a little cold, but still very fragrant.

Leaning on the seat and eating a few skewers, Tang Song took out a wet wipe to clean his hands.

Starting the car, just as he was about to set off, a crisp system prompt sounded in his ear.

"Ding! The agreed condition 3 of the [Betting Agreement] has been reached! The current bet money has inflated to 300,000 yuan."

Tang Song blinked, a bit confused.

What was going on?

The requirement of "gaining Zhao Yaqian’s affection" in the conditions was very strict; it had to be the kind of affection between lovers, which couldn't be faked.

Then why was she silent just now?

After struggling for a while, Tang Song gave up on wild guesses.

This was also a good thing; at least it proved that the relationship between them had begun to change.

Thinking of Zhao Yaqian’s "wine glass legs," Tang Song happily clicked on the music player.

Listening to the pleasant music, he clicked withdraw.

"Ding—" A text message prompt sounded.

The 300,000 bet money was successfully credited.