The Leisure Player of the Spirit

Chapter 31 Belonging to Xiaoyao's classmate's day

Luo Cheng opened the door, saw Xiaoyao who had changed in front of him, and felt his heart skip a beat.

Classmate Xiaoyao's dress upended Luo Cheng's impression of her over the past year.

The classmate Xiaoyao in front of me is wearing a pure white dress, the skirt just hangs down to her knees, and a layer of pure white pantyhose on her legs completely sets off her slender and perfect legs. The thick-soled short boots added some mature temperament to her, and the bangs that originally covered her forehead were also fixed aside by a small and simple hairpin, fully revealing her delicate face.

It was the first time Luo Cheng saw classmate Xiaoyao's attire other than home and school uniforms, and he never thought that this impatient little sister next door would be so beautiful when dressed up.

Luo Cheng, who was stunned in place, stared at Xiaoyao classmate with distracted eyes. Xiaoyao classmate, who was usually generous and heartless, blushed from being stared at at this moment, and was nervous as he clutched the hem of his skirt with his hands.

"Don't just look at it, talk about it. Talk about your impressions"

"Pure passer-by, let me tell you something. Is this the princess of which country came out for a private visit?"

Luo Cheng gave Xiaoyao a thumbs up and smiled appreciatively.Xiaoyao, who was a little nervous at first, was amused by Luo Cheng's actions, and took Luo Cheng's hand to get on the elevator.

Luo Cheng, who had an empty stomach, bought two steamed buns and a can of Bing Kuo Luo at the breakfast shop downstairs while waiting for a taxi, stopped the taxi, sat in the back seat with classmate Xiaoyao, and gnawed on the steamed stuffed buns in his hand From time to time, I also poured two mouthfuls of Bing Kuo Luo.

Since this trip was led by classmate Xiaoyao, after the two got on the bus, classmate Xiaoyao reported to the driver a shopping plaza he often went to and chatted with Luo Cheng next to him.

"Brother Cheng, have you prepared the clothes for the round of 16?"

"Clothes? Can't I just wear this one?"

Luo Cheng took care of the two steamed buns and a can of Bingkuoluo in his hands a few times, looked at his black T-shirt and black trousers, and rubbed his messy hair that covered his ears after not cutting it for two months .

"No! OK! I heard that the next round of 16 will be broadcast live. How can you dress so casually!"

Luo Cheng thought for a while, and it was true, but the corners of his mouth twitched when he thought of the pile of black clothes in his closet.

The taxi also stopped by the side of the road at this time. Xiaoyao took out 100 yuan from the small bag in his hand and threw it to the driver in the front seat, saying that there is no need to look for it, and then pulled Luo Cheng into the shopping plaza.

"Leave the styling to me then, Brother Cheng, take care of your bird's nest-like hair first!"

Luo Cheng, who has been familiar with the two books "Emotional Intelligence" and "Intuition", instinctively felt that there was something wrong with Xiaoyao today, but he knew too little information, so he let Xiaoyao hold his hand and walked towards a more upscale room. barber shop.

Pushing open the door, the inside was a bit deserted, the young lady who was sitting at the front desk flipping through a fashion magazine saw someone pushing the door and immediately put down the magazine in her hand and said hello.

"Isn't this little sister Xiaoyao? It's been a long time. Didn't you get together with Mrs. Ling today? Huh? Is this your boyfriend? He's really a handsome young man, but he doesn't take care of his hair very well. Today's Is he the guest?"

Xiaoyao did not answer the boyfriend's topic directly, but looked at the curious young lady at the front desk seriously and said.

"Yes, sister Lina. He needs to participate in a live broadcast game in a few days, so I ask you to design a handsome hairstyle for him."

"Oh! It's the Pogaman Cup, right? It seems that this handsome guy is not only good-looking, but also very strong. It seems that I can trust you with sister Xiaoyao. Then leave it to me, please." Come inside with me. Flame chicken! Please take a look at the shop!"

The young lady at the front desk took the two of them to a seat in the store, and Flamingo, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, stood up and said hello to the young lady, then walked to the front desk and sat down to continue reading the newspaper.

Putting on a haircut apron for Luo Cheng who had already sat down, the young lady named Lina took out two scissors from nowhere and twirled them twice in her hands to look at Luo Cheng reflected in the mirror in front of her. Glittering.

Luo Cheng, who had already sat down, saw two scissors flying behind him in the mirror, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Suddenly, Miss Lina behind her made a move. Seeing her hair fall in bunches before her eyes, Luo Cheng didn't dare to move at all.

The actual time only passed a few minutes, but Luo Cheng felt that it had been a long time. He looked at himself in the mirror and found that Xiaoyao's evaluation was correct. He was really no different from a bird's nest on his head before.

Originally, his slightly curly and messy hair was well-groomed, but Ms. Lina designed a classic three-to-three-quarter hairstyle for him. Part of the bangs hanging down from his forehead were slightly curly, which added a part of melancholy and elegant temperament to Luo Cheng .

"What about the handsome guy, sister's skills are good, right?"

"Uh-huh"

Seeing the change of hairstyle, Luo Cheng nodded in agreement with Miss Lina.

Xiaoyao, who had been watching by the side, nodded in satisfaction, and pulled him outside when Luo Cheng just took off the haircut cloth on his body.

"Sister Lina, please put the bill on my mother's card. Brother Cheng, the next thing is clothes, come with me!"

Just as Miss Lina was about to say something, she saw classmate Xiaoyao pulling Luo Cheng out of the store, feeling a little helpless.

　Author Beast is about to sign a contract in these two weeks, and I'm still a little nervous OvO (No. 16 days when Author Beast doesn't want to code)
　　
　
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