Chapter 164

This round little black cat rolled her eyes and meowed a few times.

"You're sleeping with me tonight."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and gently scratched San-san's chin with his finger.

Whose little kitten is this~

So cute, and I got to pick her up.

August 31st.

The day before school starts.

After waking up, Kitakami Yoru stepped on the scale on an empty stomach.

"146."

"This weight is okay, I'm off the obesity line; it would be better if I lost another 10 pounds."

Kitakami Yoru touched his hair and stepped off the scale.

Now, he stood naked.

Just looking at his figure, there was no longer the feeling of obese flesh.

Only when he bent over would his lower abdomen squeeze out two thin layers of fat.

"It would be even better if my face were thinner and my body fat lower."

Kitakami Yoru put away the scale and sighed in his heart.

He knew very well that he still had a lot of room for improvement (becoming more handsome).

The fat on his face could still drop, and his body fat could also be reduced.

This was not his most perfect state yet!

After washing up, he made breakfast.

Kitakami Yoru went to the park for a morning run.

He didn't meet Fujiwara Chika today; perhaps she was busy with student council matters since school was starting tomorrow.

After resting at home for a while, Kitakami Yoru thoroughly washed his hair, took his baseball cap, and headed to Shibuya Ward.

Haircut!

Kitakami Yoru was well aware that hairstyle affects looks.

He thought, since he wasn't very good-looking, he would add some points to himself through his hairstyle.

"I really envy those who are handsome; they never lack cute and pretty girls around them..."

"Not everyone is like my dad, ugly, yet managed to hook a pretty mom."

"Click—"

Locking the door, Kitakami Yoru went out.

After about an hour's ride, Kitakami Yoru arrived in the bustling Shibuya Ward.

Shibuya, Harajuku.

This place is known as the trend mecca of Asia.

Countless money, pop-up stores, trendsetters, all gather here for street snaps...

It was extraordinarily lively.

Kitakami Yoru walked across the world's most crowded Shibuya crossing and followed his phone's navigation to the styling shop.

This time, he spent a lot of money.

He was willing to pay a high price to pay for his hairstyle.

Climbing a magnificent shopping building, Kitakami Yoru took off his hat and walked into the elevator.

He pressed the floor button.

The transparent glass elevator rose rapidly, and Kitakami Yoru looked down at the traffic below through his thick long hair.

He had made an appointment in advance, and after entering the shop, someone received him into a separate small room.

It was decorated very minimally, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors in the front and back, and drinks, fruits, and snacks.

After waiting for a few minutes.

The chief stylist, who looked a bit like Iron Man and was wearing a vest, walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Kitakami, do you have any requirements for your style?"

Uncle Tony asked.

"I'm not sure, you design it for me."

After saying that, Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes.

Uncle Tony sighed slightly; this money was hard to earn.

A truly top-tier styling shop.

Relies on repeat customers.

Facing a new customer like Kitakami Yoru who wouldn't state his requirements, if he wasn't satisfied, he wouldn't come back in the future.

Shaking his head gently, Uncle Tony lifted Kitakami Yoru's hair, revealing his full face.

Then, he was shocked!

He was a man, had a wife, loved his wife very much, and had no issues with his sexual orientation.

As a man, he still felt Kitakami Yoru was very charming, very good-looking, and very handsome!

"So this customer is naturally gifted; any style would suit him..."

Uncle Tony relaxed.

Being this handsome, even if you brought a dog to chew on it, it would look good.

"However, it still needs to be designed well..."

"This customer should be a student; his long hair is messy and hasn't been taken care of; he probably doesn't want to keep it long..."

"Curly hair? Not very suitable for a student..."

"Let's cut a style that is easy to manage and rare..."

Uncle Tony thought very seriously, worthy of the price Kitakami Yoru paid, and countless plans flashed through his mind.

Finally, he decided.

Cut a slightly long style, perm and dye it a little, and make it an easy-to-manage manga handsome male lead style.

Uncle Tony had cut this style a few times.

He had even cut it for a few male idol stars known for their looks.

Without exception, they all failed.

Their looks couldn't support it.

Uncle Tony, however, was certain that Kitakami Yoru could.

An hour and a half later.

Uncle Tony gently used hair clay to create a fragmented, airy feel, pulled out small tufts, and nodded with satisfaction.

With these looks, if he went to be a host in the nearby Shinjuku Kabukicho, he wouldn't lack rich ladies paying ten million a night.

Of course, this price was still Uncle Tony not knowing Kitakami Yoru's terrifying potential.

"Alright, customer..."

Uncle Tony gently woke Kitakami Yoru.

Having dozed for a long time, Kitakami Yoru made a woo-woo sound, stretched, and stood up.

Opening his eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Eh?"

Blinking his eyes, Kitakami Yoru suddenly felt he was a bit handsome?

Is it possible that I'm a little handsome guy?

Someone who was extremely unconfident in his looks started to doubt himself.

"Customer, you are really handsome."

"Without exaggeration, you are the best-looking person I have seen in my many years in the industry."

Uncle Tony smiled, appreciating his own work.

"Thank you, the hairstyle is nice."

Kitakami Yoru looked at his hair and associated it with the manga male lead himself.