After breakfast, Tang Song opened his wardrobe and began rummaging through it.
He didn't have many clothes, and he quickly found the few pieces he needed.
A white loose-fitting base shirt, black Anta sweatpants, and a grey-black Pathfinder jacket.
He sniffed them; they were clean, without any odd smells.
Since he didn't have canvas shoes, Tang Song picked a pair of light-colored suede sports shoes to try on for the effect.
Once he changed, he stood in front of the mirror to take a look.
Overall, it gave off a relaxed vibe, and the extra flesh on his body was completely concealed, indeed very slimming.
Very nice!
He put on a mask and took several photos, becoming more and more satisfied with the look as he went on.
Especially this jacket—its cut suited him even better than the one in the outfit picture that netizen had posted.
Touching the exceptionally well-made jacket, Tang Song couldn't help but sigh.
Speaking of which, this 3-in-1 jacket was a birthday gift from her last year, and he had never felt like wearing it until now.
Time flies so fast, he wondered if she had adjusted well to Shen City and how her startup was doing.
Every time he thought about this "first love" from his student days, Tang Song would feel down.
She was a true genius, always shining bright from childhood.
In high school, she always ranked in the top three of her grade and made it into Imperial University, one of the top two in Huaxia.
During her university years, she won a gold medal in the "Internet+" entrepreneurship competition.
After graduation, instead of signing with a big company, she formed a team with classmates to start a business based on their project, and they successfully secured investment.
She had a clear and specific plan for her life, mature and rational thinking, was good at pondering, and was full of a desire to learn and explore.
Compared to her, Tang Song was much more ordinary.
His studies were just okay, and after high school, he made it into the so-so Yan City University of Science and Technology.
Even though he worked very hard in university, mastered his professional knowledge well, and received several scholarships.
But when he came to Imperial City and truly saw her work, life, and social circle.
He realized the gap between them had grown so wide that no amount of effort on his part could bridge it.
This was also the main reason he finally let go of that relationship.
Shaking his head vigorously, Tang Song stopped his wandering thoughts.
What mattered most for him now was to improve himself.
...
Fresh Home was centrally located in the Huaxin District, with complete surrounding amenities like hospitals, supermarkets, and parks, nothing was missing.
About a kilometer away was a large shopping complex, Yunsheng Square.
Among them, there were various high-end beauty and hair salons.
Tang Song searched on the review app and chose the best-reviewed one.
Just as he arrived at the entrance, he saw the shop was packed with people.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, and the shop really had a good reputation, it was only 9:30 am, and there was already a long line forming.
He had arranged to meet Xie Shuyu at 12 pm, leaving just over two hours.
Besides getting his hair styled, he also needed to buy a pair of canvas shoes; there just wasn't enough time.
After some thought, he had no choice but to pick a less crowded shop nearby from the map, reasoning that any shop in this area must have some skill.
As soon as he walked in, a beautiful young lady came up to greet him.
Her attitude was very warm as she sweetly said, "Welcome! Hello, handsome, are you here for a haircut or skincare?"
Tang Song glanced around and saw just a few scattered customers, definitely no need to queue.
"I'd like to get a style done and, while I'm at it, have my eyebrows touched up."
The stylist pointed to the price list on the wall and explained, "The eyebrow shaping has a fixed price of 79 yuan. We have three levels of stylists in our shop: the regular stylist for 88 yuan, the senior designer for 188 yuan, and the technical director for 288 yuan. Which one would you like? I'll arrange it right away!"
Without hesitation, Tang Song firmly said, "Then let's see what your technical director can do."
The quality of a hairstyle is tied to one's charm score, so naturally, he wanted the best.
Now that he didn't need to save up to buy a house and had a substantial fortune waiting to be unlocked, there was no need to skimp on this.
"All right, handsome! Put your coat in the locker, and I'll take you to get your hair washed!"
He walked into the hair washroom and laid back on the soft and comfortable hair-wash bed.
The stylist considerately wrapped a towel around him, adjusting the water to a comfortable temperature.
His hair was quickly drenched, a faint body fragrance filled the air, delicate and slender fingers gently pressed and scratched his scalp with shampoo foam, now and then massaging his neck.
A wave of comfort spread from head to toe.
He had to admit, the service was really good.
After washing his hair, Tang Song was led into a luxuriously decorated private room.
The technical director followed closely behind, a handsome man in his forties with tattoos and earrings, dressed in the latest fashion.
He approached Tang Song and warmly placed a hand on his shoulder, "Good morning, handsome, I am Li Wen, the technical director of this shop. Come on, tell me what you expect from your hairstyle."
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Tang Song asked nervously, "Teacher Li, as a professional, what hairstyle do you think would suit me? Someone recommended the textured crop to me, what do you think?"
Li Wen secured his head with both hands and sized it up thoroughly.
He said seriously, "No problem at all, your face shape can totally pull off the textured crop.
Your hair is a bit dry and frizzy, but we can use a hair mask to condition and repair it.
I will also redesign it according to your facial features to add more layers, and it will definitely take your looks to the next level!"
"That's the professionalism of a technical director!" Tang Song gave a thumbs-up with admiration, feeling relieved in his heart.
Everything was going according to plan, very smoothly!
Li Wen confidently raised his eyebrows and casually draped a hair-cutting cape around him.
He picked up scissors in one hand, fluffed his hair with the other, and began working.
His motions were relaxed and fluid, clearly the mark of a high-level professional!
Tang Song took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and looked forward to his "makeover."
Just like that netizen said, hair directly affects a person's image and is just as important as the facial features.
A suitable hairstyle can definitely add to one's charm score.
With the "snip snip" of the scissors, strands of hair fell away.
After more than half an hour.
Li Wen finished his work, wiped away the stray hairs from his face, and said, "All done, handsome. Take a look and see if there's anything you want to adjust."
Tang Song pursed his lips and slowly opened his eyes.
Bright light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room, but the reflection in the mirror looked especially... dumb.
Tang Song hastily raised his hand, vigorously running his fingers through his hair as if trying to confirm something.
Probably because of the hair quality, the strands on top naturally fell and lacked the fluffy feel shown in the photos.
The sides were thinned and cut short, bangs just over the eyebrows, and overall, it resembled a big bowl cut.
Tang Song's brows twitched wildly as he quickly brought up the system interface.
[Charm: 24]
"Damn it!" Tang Song's eyes reddened as he cursed, upset that the hard-earned single point of rating had been knocked back down!