Chapter 6: Differential Messy Haircut?

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

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

A loose white base layer, black Anta sweatpants, and a grey-black Toread windbreaker.

He gave them a sniff; they were all clean and had no unpleasant odors.

Since he didn't have any canvas shoes, Tang Song picked out a pair of light-colored suede sneakers to replace them, just to see how the look turned out.

After changing, he stood in front of the mirror to take a look.

The overall ensemble presented a sense of relaxed ease, and the fat on his body was completely covered; it was indeed very slimming.

Not bad at all!

He put on a mask and took a few photos, and the more Tang Song looked at them, the more satisfied he felt.

Especially this windbreaker; the cut suited him even better than the one in the outfit photo a netizen had posted.

Touching the well-crafted windbreaker, Tang Song couldn't help but sigh.

Come to think of it, this three-in-one windbreaker was a gift from her for his birthday last year, and he had never been able to bring himself to wear it.

Time really flies. He wondered if she was adjusting well in Shenzhen and if her startup was going smoothly.

Whenever he thought of this "white moonlight" from his student days, Tang Song would always feel down.

She was a true genius, dazzling from childhood all the way through.

In high school, she was always in the top three of her grade, and in the college entrance exam, she entered the top-tier Imperial University—one of the top two in China—as the county's top scorer.

During college, she won a gold medal in the "Internet+" entrepreneurship competition.

After graduation, she didn't choose to sign with a big tech firm; instead, she formed a team with her classmates to start a business based on that project and successfully secured investment.

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

Compared to her, Tang Song was much more ordinary.

His studies could only be described as decent; after graduating from high school, he got into Yancheng University of Technology, a "double non" key university.

Although he worked very hard during college, mastered his professional knowledge well, and won scholarships a few times.

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

He realized that the gap between the two of them had grown wider and wider—so wide that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bridge it.

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

Shaking his head vigorously, Tang Song stopped letting his mind wander.

For him right now, the most important thing was to improve himself.

……

Qingxin Garden was located in the center of Huaxin District, with complete surrounding facilities; hospitals, supermarkets, and parks were all within reach.

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

It was filled with various high-end beauty and hair salons.

Tang Song searched on a review app and chose the best one based on its reputation.

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

Perhaps because it was the weekend, and the shop really did have a good reputation, it was only 9:30 AM and there was already a long line.

The time he had agreed upon with Xie Shuyu was 12:00 PM, leaving him with only a little over two hours.

Besides getting his hair styled, he still had to buy a pair of canvas shoes; there simply wasn't enough time.

After thinking it over, he had to choose a less popular shop nearby on the map. Since it could survive in a place like this, he figured they must have some skills.

As soon as he walked in, a pretty young lady greeted him proactively.

Her attitude was very enthusiastic, and she said sweetly, "Welcome! Hello, handsome, are you here for a haircut or skincare?"

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

"I want to get a style, and maybe get my eyebrows trimmed while I'm at it."

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

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

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

He didn't need to save money for a house anymore, and he had massive assets waiting to be unlocked, so there was no need to skimp on this.

"Alright, handsome! Please put your coat in the locker first, and I'll take you to wash your hair!"

Walking into the shampoo room, he lay down on the soft and comfortable shampoo bed.

The young lady thoughtfully helped him wrap a towel around himself and adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature.

His hair was quickly dampened, a faint scent of perfume wafted over, and her delicate, slender fingers pressed and scratched his scalp with shampoo foam, occasionally massaging his neck as well.

A wave of comfort from head to toe washed over him.

He had to admit, this service was truly excellent.

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

The technical director followed him in—a handsome middle-aged man around forty, with tattoos and an ear stud, dressed in a trendy style.

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

Tang Song looked at himself in the mirror and asked with some trepidation, "Teacher Li, you're the professional here. What kind of hairstyle do you think suits me? Someone recommended a 'differential broken cover' cut to me; what do you think?"

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

He said seriously and earnestly, "No problem at all. Your face shape can absolutely pull off a differential broken cover.

Although your hair is a bit dry and frizzy, we can use a hair mask to adjust and repair it.

I will also redesign it based on your facial features to make the layers richer; it will definitely take your looks to the next level!"

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

Everything was going according to plan; it was very smooth!

Li Wen raised his eyebrows confidently and casually pulled out a barber's cape to tie around him.

He picked up the scissors with one hand, gathered his hair with the other, and began to work.

His movements were relaxed and fluid; 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; its importance is no less than one's facial features.

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

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

More than half an hour later.

Li Wen stopped his movements, wiped the stray hairs off his face, and said, "All done, handsome. Take a look and see if there's anything that needs adjusting."

Tang Song pursed his lips and slowly opened his eyes.

Bright light shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room bright, and the person in the mirror looked exceptionally... stupid.

Tang Song hurriedly raised his hand and grabbed his hair hard, as if trying to confirm something.

Perhaps it was a hair quality issue; the hair on top of his head hung down naturally, completely lacking the fluffy, voluminous look from the photo.

The sides were thinned and cut short, and his bangs were just past his eyebrows, making him look like he was wearing a big pot lid.

Tang Song's eyelids twitched wildly, and he quickly pulled up the system interface.

【Charm: 24】

"What the f*ck!" Tang Song's eyes turned red. How did that 1 point of charm he had worked so hard to gain just get knocked back down?!