Career choices for superhumans

The curtain of the kitchen was opened, and first one saw a pair of slender hands with distinct knuckles, judging from the bone age, they should only be 17 years old.

A boy came out from the inside, with black hair slightly curled up, wearing a black suit and windbreaker, the sleeves were rolled up for the sake of making tofu, and the exposed wrists and neck were wrapped with bandages, as if from The appearance of sneaking out of the hospital.

At this time, he was holding a pot of tofu in both hands, and when he heard what the proprietress said, he puffed his cheeks and said, "This is not a salted tofu corner."

Putting up an index finger, he continued, "Isn't there a proverb about 'hitting your head on tofu'? I want to try the possibility of this approach."

When such a thing was said in such a tone, everyone did not believe it, and instead laughed.

"You're still a child, don't be curious in this kind of place." The proprietress looked dissatisfied at the laughing adults around her, then turned her head to persuade the boy.

But the boy named "Dazai" didn't care, holding the washed hands, he threw the piece of tofu up and down, although it didn't look like a piece of tofu anymore.

It was as if it had undergone an inhumane experiment. The originally smooth surface became bumpy. No matter when it was thrown up or down, it didn’t look like tofu that would be scattered into flowers on one side. If I had to say it, it was more like Whitewashed brick.

"What's the matter with this tofu?"

"Because of the unique method, after using salt to remove the water, and then pressing it with stones," Dazai said proudly, "I also used it to drive nails, and it is absolutely hard."

"As expected of Mr. Dazai, do you want to become a famous chef in the future?" The proprietress praised, "If you cut it up and dip it in soy sauce, it will probably be delicious in the world."

"Perhaps the man who will become the king of food in the future may not be sure." He used a tone that seemed to coax a child.

Obviously, he was thinking of tofu beauty before, but now he has become a man who is the king of food?

Saiki Kusuo looked at Dazai and lowered his eyes, sensitively noticed a gloomy chill emanating from him, and could hear a short, almost inaudible sneer, but when he raised his head, he changed into a harmless man and animal again. He touched his chin, "If I were a chef, Mr. Mori would have a headache."

Although he didn't hear Dazai's heartfelt voice, but if it was blurted out, there would be this possibility. Saiki Kusuo didn't pay attention to this point for the time being, because he was worried that the topic would shift to the haircut again, so he left directly after paying the money.

But the proprietress behind him didn't intend to let him go, and shouted in a high-decibel voice: "Our hairstyle is left to you!"

Only this point, or think twice.

Saiki Kusuo's pace was a little faster, but due to the hearing range of 200 meters, the laughter of "ah, so cute, are you shy?" still followed like a demon.

After leaving the breakfast shop, Saiki Kusuo forgot about the boy and his tofu and concentrated on his work.

If you don't work hard, you have to save the world.

Is there anything more tragic than this?

Thinking about it this way, blowing off a few heads with scissors is a trivial matter.

From an intelligence point of view, this is really a bad start.

As the only barber shop in the vicinity, Sanada Mizuyuki's barber shop is very popular with people around, and the price is very affordable, basically everyone will choose to have their hair cut here.

Needless to say, this was the worst start ever.

According to Saiki Kusuo's own experience in playing many role-playing games, nothing is a dream start, starting from the decoration. It's not that he is a business controller, but it means that there is no customer.

PS: Only limited to the experience of spicy chicken games.

If possible, Saiki Kusuo hopes that the barber shop he will work in is a shop that you don’t want to enter when you look at it in the corner. It is probably a gloomy setting like a haunted house. more significant.

If you don't want to go swimming in Sanzu River, come here!

If you don't have this kind of determination, why cut your hair?

To be honest, this should be regarded as extremely conscientious advice.

This is not only the reason why Saiki Kusuo did not go to Milan to study haircuts at all, but it is very likely to become a murder case with a headshot.

This is not something sensational, but a fact.

It is difficult for a big and strong guy to do delicate work well. Similarly, it is difficult for a person with superpowers to control an overpowering ability.

Saiki Kusuo possesses very strong strength. If he wants to, he can completely uproot buildings and turn hundreds of times like King Kong uprooting trees, but there is no benefit other than being like an acrobat. I didn't even think about destroying the world.

But just like the passive skill of psychological induction, to be honest, it is infinitely powerful, and there are many inconveniences in life. For example, when I first went to school to write, I often cracked the table and the floor with a pencil. During the days when I first started school, Saiki's house was cracked and restored, cracked and restored.

However, after a series of training, there is absolutely no problem in daily life, and walking will not break the road. However, physical education class will be a trouble. If there is a cool friction on the moon, or when the horizontal bar is on fire, generally speaking, Saiki Kusuo will fish for fish in order not to destroy the world in physical education class.

This will definitely be the reason for taking fish in class at the highest university.

But now is not the time to go to class. Although he is about to go to college, Saiki Kusuo feels that he should be a social person in this matter, and he does not refer to the society where Saiki Kuniharu relies on licking his boss's shoes.

Strictly speaking, cutting hair is just a collection of combs, scissors, and electric razors. As for things like hair dyeing and perm, let’s ignore it for the time being. Probably, it shouldn’t involve such complicated issues as sports.

If it fails, at most it is just to use scissors or a razor to open a hole in the head of the customer. There should be no problem, right?

This is not at all a problem-free thing.

It’s not just the case of betting with the gods. In fact, Saiki Kusuo himself is still very willing to try the matter of becoming an ordinary person without using superpowers. After all, this was originally his idea, and the key to the whole thing is If it turned into an imaginative barber shop, it would be completely against his own wishes.

He might get a few guys to donate their precious heads to try it out first.

But tomorrow is the official business day, maybe it's time to practice as a method.

Seeing the round watermelon on the fruit stand next to it, if you don’t have a head, you can try it with this. After all, the color of the juice that explodes is somewhat similar to blood, and the skin is also very thin. , Juice can flow out with a little stroke, which is also very similar to a human head.

[I still bought it. 】

Because the initial capital is very strong, the money from the bank card is more than enough to buy the entire barbershop, but it is also a little uncomfortable to think that maybe the gods have also considered the issue of compensation for the head after the haircut.

Does he look like a barber who can blow his head off with a pair of scissors?

Maybe you should be more confident and remove the image.

Saiki Kusuo was holding five watermelons in each hand, they were just small watermelons, and they were a bit heavy together, but he walked like flying like a normal person, and soon saw the signboard of the barber shop.

After all, the signboard is too conspicuous and has countless slots.

The first thing I look at is the huge word "justice", which is conspicuous because it uses the largest font size stipulated. On the contrary, the word "barbershop" that follows is reflected like a cloud in the night. If you insist on saying it is Shops that sell "justice" seem to be okay too.

But if you sell justice, is it a second-degree disease?

Saiki Kusuo walked forward while complaining like this, and then a black shadow jumped out from the side.

He heard the sound from the rubbing of the clothes, so Saiki Kusuo was not too surprised, but just wondered why he didn't hear the slightest heartbeat.

The opponent's speed is very fast, like a leopard on the African savannah, although it is still played back in slow motion in Saiki Kusuo's vision, but if it is in the eyes of others, it may become a phantom.

The other party rushed forward with astonishing momentum, and rushed straight to the wall in front of him, probably because of his future professional habits. Saiki Kusuo first saw his beautiful black curly hair, and then ran backwards. Fluttering.

Then there was only a dull impact sound of "bang", and the beautiful little scroll drew a beautiful arc in the sky, and then, the head attached under the little scroll fell to the ground just like its owner .

Saiki Kusuo looked up, and there was something familiar on the opposite wall. It was the tofu Xishi from before. No, the tofu made by this young man was said to be able to kill with one head.

In such a severe impact, it still remains firm.

Truly an amazing piece of tofu.

But bang your head against tofu?

What is this latest performance art?

But because it is the morning of a weekday, there are no people around, even if you want to watch, there will be no audience, even if it is a performance art, you still need an audience.

Even Saiki Kusuo, who never had any emotions, couldn't help being a little surprised.

This guy's brain circuit is more burning than burning.

Maybe it's Tofu Xishi Burning Hall 2.0?

Saiki Kusuo has always disliked getting in touch with such a guy, he left as quickly as if he had never met him before.

But the other party was blocking the way he had to pass, and grabbed Saiki Kusuo's calf with lightning speed.

He showed a white smile with eight teeth. Although he didn't crash into the tofu, he seemed to have a concussion and passed out.

It looked like he was being asked to call an ambulance.

Even if he was dizzy and was still holding on to Saiki Kusuo's leg like a pendant, generally speaking at such a time, he should choose to leave, choose to leave, choose to leave.

However, Saiki Kusuo lowered his head, and from his angle, he could see that the head was a beautiful black scroll that had been carefully arranged.

Yahhhhhhhh, isn't this a ready-made head with hair?

Just about to move.