She didn't tell her classmates.
Jiang Xi stuffed the black-framed glasses into her bag and came to Master Sun, who had cut her hair last time. Master Sun obviously still remembered this behavior.
Weird high school girl, "Girl, cut or wash?"
"I don't want to cut it or wash it." Jiang Xi reflexively put on a well-behaved mask. "Master, I want to buy a wig. Do you have any?"
There should be some jewelry stores in the city center, but they are too far away, so Jiang Xi didn't plan to go there.
"Yes, yes, girl, what kind do you want?"
Master Sun brought out several hairstyles, and Jiang Xi immediately chose the one with big wavy curls. "Master, I want this one."
The deep chestnut color has a light hue under the light, which is more eye-catching than black and more low-key than gold. The big waves hang softly at the waist, making the temperament become more mature and gentle.
Master Sun watched the girl skillfully put the wig on her head. It was fastened in a short while. He walked around her and said "tsk tsk". It looked pretty, but "it's... a little too mature."
He thought Jiang Xi had a bad haircut and came to buy a wig to wear temporarily.
"We have to use this kind of big wave when we put on a play at our school." Jiang Xi said calmly, "Master, how much is it?"
"eighty."
Jiang Xi chopped down to sixty-five, paid skillfully, and walked out. He walked all the way to the end of Fly Alley, where there was a shabby little shop with only a skinny clerk. Jiang Xi lowered his voice and said, "I paid a deposit the other day and came here to pick up something."
This is a grocery store.
On the surface, they sell some miscellaneous goods from different places, but the boss is a little different. He has work on hand and usually takes on some certificate-processing work privately. Jiang Xi had been a gang leader in his previous life and learned how to pick locks and drive in this area. He knows some jargon and is willing to do the job after a few words.
The clerk knew the rules and didn't ask any questions. Jiang Xi paid the remaining fifty and walked out with the paper bag. When he got to the outside of the alley, he took the nearby bus and headed to the town center before taking the contents of the paper bag out.
This is an identity card. The correct scientific name should be the ID card that every Chinese person has.
Except for the age, it is exactly the same as what Jiang Xi originally had in his hand—
According to this certificate, Jiang Xi is over 18 years old.
Jiang Xi, with big wavy hair, wore a blue floral dress and off-white thin-strap sandals. She went to the cosmetics counter in the mall and when she came out, she looked completely different.
Her original face was bright and flamboyant, but after being contoured by the BA at the counter, her eyeliner drooped slightly, creating innocent cat eyes, and her lips were slightly upturned, with a man-attracting color on her upper lip. She looked like a well-behaved, cute and soft girl.
Jiang Xi's temperament was rather cold and hard, but she was good at acting, and she looked very natural in the role of a cute girl. With her good looks, she quickly found a part-time job at a coffee shop with a lot of customer traffic.
She desperately needs this part-time job.
Every Saturday and Sunday, all day, 150 yuan a day, paid daily.
Jiang Xi went to the toilet first.
Dagui dozed off on the Eight Immortals Table in the main hall. Two days of consecutive night watches had exhausted the young man. Hearing some noise, he lifted his eyelids and looked outside. Seeing it was Jiang Xi, he muttered something under his breath, turned his head and fell into deep sleep again.
Jiang Xi knew that she had been going to the toilet at a fixed time and place every night recently - and it worked.
Dagui must have thought that her trip was just like any other.
Jiang Xi tiptoed around the eight-immortals table, came to the corner of the stairs, and went into the bathroom.
The car keys and map were still wrapped in layers of plastic bags, floating safely in the toilet tank.
Jiang Xi reached out and fished it out, gently opened the bag, put the key, map and a dozen or so Big Unity notes in his pocket and walked out. When he passed the Eight Immortals Table, he glanced at Dagui.
Dagui was sleeping soundly, his snoring was rhythmic and hearty - it was obvious that he was very tired.
Jiang Xi didn't disturb him and entered the room quietly. This time, she didn't close the door completely, leaving a gap for light to pass through. Zhong Huier leaned against the door and saw her come in, "Is it done?"
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