The aunt did not do anything drastic as she could tell that Song Mu would probably want something that still had a familiar feel to him. So, she cut a few inches of his damp bangs to where it was half an inch above his eyebrows. Then, she shortened the back without giving him an undercut.
She even shortened the rest of his damp hair, adding a few layers to give a messy bowl cut look. Once she finished, she included some oil before blow-drying his hair.
Song Mu watched the whole process, seeing how more and more of his face came into view. Although, his thick glasses did still cover him. But his hair no longer added to the equation.
When the hair was dry, the aunt continued to style it some more before stepping away and admiring the way the hairstyle looked on the man. Now, if he got rid of or changed his glasses, he would look adorable.
“Xian Bo, what do you think?” The aunt called over.
Xian Bo walked back to them as they looked at the hairstyle and Song Mu’s face while nodding their head. “I like it; now to do something about those bricks called glasses.”
Glancing in the mirror, Song Mu liked his hairstyle. It was not so different from his usual haircut but better styled. He appreciated the woman not doing a drastic transformation. Even though he willingly agreed to let Xian Bo do whatever, he still wanted himself to remain.
“Thank you.” Song Mu smiled at the aunt.
“Your welcome,” then she turned the chair back around to take off the cape around Song Mu, “now, get along. I have to clean this up before my customers and workers come in.”
Xian Bo grabbed Song Mu, pulling him towards them like a rag doll once again. “Thank you, auntie!” He waved, walking out of the salon.
“Ah, what about the pay?” Song Mu asked.
Letting go of Song Mu, Xian Bo shook their head with a laugh, “This was a favor; plus, my aunt doesn’t charge me. Although I do love sneaking her money.”
“Oh, okay.” Song Mu felt better. He wanted to leave her money, but Xian Bo pulled him out of the salon way too fast. “Can I give you money to give to her?”
“Don’t bother. It is all on me.” Xian Bo responded.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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They entered as Xian Bo quickly said, “He needs an eye exam and new glasses.”
The person behind the desk sighed, pulling his glasses off as he glared at Xian Bo, “Do you know how to say ‘hi’ or ‘how are you,’ Xian Bo?”
Leaning forward while still holding onto Song Mu, Xian Bo smiled, “How are you, love? Good? Me too—now, this man needs an eye exam and new glasses.”
The man gritted his teeth before standing up, “Fine, let’s quickly get this done; I am short-staffed today.”
“Thank you.” Xian Bo smiled before turning towards Song Mu, “You can follow him.”
Song Mu nodded, following the man as he took him to a room for his eye exam. “Uh, thank you for doing this.” He could see the man holding in a ton of tension; he wanted to calm him down.
The man tensely shrugged, “I don’t mind. If Xian Bo asks me to do something, I will do it. But, that doesn’t mean I won’t complain.”
“Oh, okay,” Song Mu nodded, not fully understanding. He wondered if Xian Bo did something incredible for him or had blackmail on him. Thinking about it, Song Mu could see Xian Bo blackmailing people for the hell of it.
It did not take long for the exam as the man finished with him. His eyesight was still the same—no improvement, nor did it worsen.
Since the place was huge, with the glasses display connected, Xian Bo already had glasses in his hand for Song Mu when they walked into the room before.
The glasses were squared like his original ones but smaller and more stylish. He took them from Xian Bo, taking his glasses off while trying the new ones. Song Mu had to move closer to the mirror to see how they looked on him since he was nearsighted.
The difference with his new hairstyle surprised him. Everything was still the same but in a more upgraded version. Song Mu could not help but admire his looks. He appeared more as a cute nerd rather than a haunting phantom.
“I like them.” He told Xian Bo.
“Good,” Xian Bo took the glasses off Song Mu before walking towards the man. “I want to get transitions and anti-reflective coating added to the glasses. Plus, I want insurance too. Add the bill to my tab, please.”
The man grabbed the glasses with a grunt, “Fine, come back in a few hours, and the glasses will be ready.”
“Thanks.”
Xian Bo grabbed Song Mu, who grew used to the manhandling, and dragged him to a clothing store. They made their way towards the men’s section as Xian Bo asked, “What are your favorite colors?”
“White, black, grey, blue, and dark brown.” Song Mu listed.
“Oh, so you do like some color?” Xian Bo joked before walking off to look at some clothes.
Song Mu awkwardly stood there, wondering what to do since Xian Bo left him alone. He leaned back and forward, looking around before he saw a jeans rack. He made his way over to the jeans, looking through them as he tried to find a dark-colored one.
A few minutes passed as Song Mu had four new jeans on his arm while looking through the hoodies. He was getting ready to pick up a hoodie he liked when he heard someone clicking their tongue.
Looking over, he saw Xian Bo shaking their head while holding a ton of clothes in their arms. “What are you doing?”
Song Mu scratched his cheek, looking the other way as he tried searching for an excuse. But, sadly, he couldn’t find one. “I thought the jeans and hoodies were nice?” His words sounded more like a question rather than a statement.
“We are looking for new clothes, not ones you already have. Put them back.”
“Do I have to?” Song Mu is a simple man. He loves jeans and hoodies; they are the easiest things to wear and buy.
Xian Bo glared him down, not saying anything for almost a minute before clicking their tongue. “You get to keep two jeans, but everything else is going back.”
Song Mu took his victory and put everything back except two pairs of jeans. After he finished, Xian Bo took him to the fitting room, “I want you to try everything and keep the ones you like. After that, I will buy them, and then we will go to another store.”
Internally groaning, Song Mu could feel his eye twitching. Is this a new type of torture method? How could anyone shop like this?
He knew Xian Bo planned to take him on a shopping spree, but he did not realize it would be like this. Is it too late to take back his compliance?
Tapping their right foot, Xian Bo watched different emotions surface on Song Mu’s face. “Look, you want to catch a fashion designer’s attention, right?”
Song Mu nodded.
“Then, we need to get you a new wardrobe. I am not saying change your style completely, but upgrade it like your glasses and hair. So, go try these clothes on, then we can go to other stores. We got a long day ahead of us.”
“Okay,” Song Mu found his resolve again. He grabbed the clothes before saying, “Hopefully not too long; Ren Yu is expecting to see me tomorrow to get her ready for her shoot.”
“Well, if you hurry it up, we won’t take long.” Xian Bo shooed him towards the fitting room.
Song Mu walked forward as a worker took him to a fitting room while giving him a number. He set the clothes down, putting the number outside the door (to indicate to people that someone is in there) before closing and locking the door.
He looked at the pile before him with a slight pale expression before picking up the first item. I might as well get started. He thought to himself before hanging up the first item as he started taking off his clothes.
The next chapter will be him trying on clothes and y’all will get to meet his crush too.
Thanks for the chapter 😌
Haha, Xian Bo is playing Barbie dolls. I wonder if there’s a long string of transformed nerds in their recent history 😄.