"This style doesn't suit you. Let's go find the boss and change it."
Just when Li Er was doubting his life, Zhou Yu had already left the public restroom first.
Upon hearing this, Li Er's worry turned into joy in an instant, and he hurriedly trotted out to chase after him.
"I was wondering why this happened. It turns out it's the style of the clothes that doesn't suit my temperament!"
Zhou Yu: ╮(﹀_﹀”)╭
"Wow, yeah, this dress is so ugly~"
The two had just returned to the roadside stall when the little kid exclaimed in amazement.
Upon hearing this, the others all looked over.
Immediately afterwards, the stall owner came over at a trot as if his butt was on fire.
As he ran, the guy lowered his voice and said, "Fuck, take it off quickly. If someone sees me, I won't be able to sell my clothes anymore."
Even Empress Zhangsun added softly with a complicated expression, "Erlang, this dress... is indeed not suitable for you."
Li Er: (╬▔皿▔)
I felt like I had suffered a critical hit of 10,000 points.
"Boss, I believe you are professional."
Just when Li Er was about to explode, Zhou Yu patted the street stall owner's shoulder with a confident look on his face.
Hearing this, the stall owner, who was originally nervous, immediately raised his head with a proud look, "Of course, go, try this again."
So, Li Er, who had just undergone "public execution", returned to the public toilet wearing a set of sportswear.
After Zhou Yu's instructions, Li Er, wearing the No. 10 jersey, stood in front of the mirror in the public bathroom again.
Looking at that fat face and the iconic mustache, Li Er instantly became withdrawn again.
"This style doesn't suit you either."
Zhou Yu made the final decision, then turned around and walked outside.
Upon hearing this, Li Er had no choice but to follow behind with a disappointed look on his face.
really.
Li Er had just returned to the street stall when he was once again subjected to "public execution".
But this time, the stall owner couldn't stop sweating on his forehead.
After wandering through several rows of clothes for a long time, he finally picked up a suit and said, "How about trying the elite style again?"
"Can."
Zhou Yu nodded without hesitation, and then took Li Er to the public restroom again.
White shirt and suit pants.
Li Er had just put on his coat when sweat started to appear on his forehead.
"No, no, this outfit is too uncomfortable. I sweat as soon as I put it on. It's so hot that I'm going to die."
As he spoke, he clumsily unbuttoned his suit jacket.
Seeing this, Zhou Yu next to him did not stop him, but turned around and walked outside again.
Just now, he actually felt like Lu Bu riding a dog.
That's right.
That suit is Lu Bu.
Li Er is the local dog.
"Brother, I admit that what I said just now was too much. How about... you go look somewhere else?"
When he saw Li Er again, a feeling of despair appeared on the stall owner's face.
What sin did I commit today that God sent something like this to trouble me?
Not only the stall owner, but also Xiaonaituanzi and others, all looked like they had lost all hope in life.
Only Zhou Yu always insisted on not abandoning or giving up.
After returning the suit jacket to the stall owner, he patted his shoulder earnestly and said, "Boss, victory is right in front of you. Do you want to give up halfway?"
Street stall owner: (￣□￣;)
"Okay! Then try my best treasure!"
Just when Zhou Yu thought that this guy was about to give up, he pulled out a plastic bag from a package.
As the plastic bag unfolded, a Chinese-style gown printed with an ink-and-wash landscape pattern appeared in his hands.
Zhou Yu: (＃－.－)
This is the treasure of the store.
Is this the inventory that has never been sold?
Look at that white fabric, it's already starting to turn yellow.
Just when he was about to refuse, Li Er next to him grabbed it with excitement.
"This dress is nice. I think it suits my temperament very well."
After saying that, without waiting for Zhou Yu to speak, he ran towards the public restroom in a hurry.
But not long after, this guy came back dejectedly.
The clothes are very ancient in style, but Li Er is not a gentleman.
When he wore this ink-and-wash long gown, he looked like a silly son of a landlord wearing a Confucian robe.
"Aye, why don't you put on your old clothes again!"
Li Lizhi hesitated for a while before whispering her suggestion.
"Yes, yes, this dress is so ugly~"
The little kid nodded in agreement.
Even Empress Zhangsun looked at Zhou Yu with a wry smile and said, "How about... let's go to Qianda Plaza!"
"Hey, my little temper has to make me use my trump card, right?"
Just when Zhou Yu was about to give up, the stall owner opposite rushed towards the package on the roadside with gritted teeth.
After some rummaging, another plastic bag was quickly taken out.
The plastic bag unfolded, and a large T-shirt with exaggerated graffiti printed on it appeared in his hand.
Next, there was another pair of very wide pants.
Then came the big gold chain, metal nameplate, baseball cap, black sunglasses, and even at the end, he took out a pair of exaggerated sneakers.
Seeing the stall owner pulling out plastic bags full of traces of time, Zhou Yu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Damn, aren’t these the outfits of hip-hop singers?
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