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Ross Bay.
The Snow Dragon lay still on the surface of the sea.
The azure waters sparkled under the long-missed sunshine, the snow-white superstructure bathed in a hazy glow.
Shao Zifeng leaned on the railing, the cool sea breeze blowing across his bangs.
After more than a month of drifting at sea, his bangs had nearly covered his eyes.
It wasn't just him, after this month many men on the ship were sporting messy, overgrown hair.
The reason for this wasn't the lack of a Mr. Tom on board; the Snow Dragon actually had its own Mr. Tom.
For example, Tom Cui.
Besides being the permanent station chief of the Antarctic expedition team, the eloquent Chief Cui was also extremely passionate about cutting hair.
He even brought a set of shampooing and haircutting tools to Antarctica, ready to give free haircuts to the team members at the research station.
The pity was his skill.
It was fine as a hobby, but as a profession, it could starve a man.
