On the way to the barber shop, Suman had almost figured out that these four animals were not the boy's personality.
First of all, there is the team leader Li Ye, who is righteous and loyal, but precisely because of this, he is sometimes a bit stubborn and reckless.
Then there is the red-haired Chen Keke, who, as his name suggests, is always smiling and frivolous.
Considering that he had just "lost his phone" and "practiced dancing", Su Man silently concluded that he was a little smart, but not much.
There is also the purple-haired Meng Lun, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and the yellow-haired Wen Zhengyang.
When she entered the dance studio, Meng Lun was the one who reacted the fastest and seemed more reliable than the others.
As for Wen Zhengyang...
Su Man glanced at the rearview mirror and happened to meet Wen Zhengyang's eyes. He was so scared that he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. His head tilted and hit the window with a "bang" sound.
Su Man slapped her forehead and said, "Okay."
No wonder so many artists have left, leaving only these guys. It turns out that their IQ is limited.
The young celebrities didn't have a personal barber, so Suman found a studio with good reviews and took the four of them in.
Because it is a small studio, there is no hired girl to wash hair, and the hairstylist does it all himself. With four customers coming in, it is obvious that there are not enough people.
Fortunately, although the child is stupid, he is easy to raise. When the hairdresser was cutting Li Ye's hair, Shen Keke lay on the recliner and directed Wen Zhengyang to wash his hair. As a result, Wen Zhengyang, who was not familiar with the business, splashed water on his face.
Shen Keke was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but was caught by Meng Lun and picked up like a chick.
"Old Meng won't tolerate you like this!"
"Hey, hey, hey, Captain, save me!"
“…”
The three boys were making a lot of noise. Su Man rubbed her brows, trying to ignore them and concentrate on communicating with the hairdresser.
"Show his forehead and change his hair color."
“Does the current style need to be preserved?”
The hairstylist pointed at Li Ye's hair, which looked like it had been chewed by a dog and burned by fire.
"No need! Overthrow the whole thing."
Hearing this, the hairstylist breathed a sigh of relief. It was better to overturn it, otherwise he would have to look through posters from the non-mainstream period.
The scissors turned around in the hairdresser's hands, and a "click, click" sound followed.
The loose hair fell down, revealing Li Ye's superior brow bones.
Su Man looked at him carefully and found that Li Ye was not only unruly in character, but also in appearance. His whole face had four big words written on it: he would not submit to anyone.
Although the studio is not big, the hairstylist is obviously quite skilled. He retained a little bit of the blue hair at the ends, and the hair is generally short. A line was drawn on the right side with a razor, giving it a completely wild look.
It's the kind of bad boy face he had when he was in school, when he teased you and then licked your face to comfort you.
Quite interesting.
After Li Ye's transformation, it was Wen Zhengyang's turn. He had a face that was easy to bully, not the dog-like face of Bai Jingwen. He looked more like a deer, habitually lowering his beautiful eyes, harmless to humans and animals.
His yellow hair was changed to dark chestnut color, and with his bangs, he looked well-behaved and lovable.
The hairdresser just happened to untie his bib and shake the hair out of it.
He immediately stood up and thanked the hairdresser, "Thank you for your hard work."
The hairstylist was stunned for a moment, then belatedly replied, "You're welcome, haha. If you're not satisfied with anything, just tell me."
"No, no, you cut it very well. I am very satisfied."
When the hairstylist went to wash Shen Keke's hair, Wen Zhengyang took a deep breath and walked over in small steps, "Thank you, Sister Man."
Su Man looked at the red tips of his ears with interest, "What are you thanking me for?"
"Just...thank you Sister Man for not punishing us...and...also..."
Wen Zhengyang's face became increasingly red, and his speech became increasingly incoherent.
"He wanted to say thank you Sister Man for not blaming us for being lazy and for bringing us out to get our hair done."
Meng Lun's voice is very pleasant. In his mouth, the words are lined up in a row, not sticky or entangled. They are spit out one by one from his slightly thin lips, and slide down your ear canal into your heart without you noticing.
It’s this hairdressing thing, ahem, that makes people feel a little uncomfortable.
And it's not just one, it's four...
Su Man stopped her thoughts from drifting further and further away and looked up at Meng Lun's face.
Without the purple hair, he looks a lot fresher. He is handsome, but it's just that it takes too long to look at him.
Su Man rubbed her neck, feeling a little strained.
“You’re welcome. Wait until Shen Keke is done and then go back to rehearse tomorrow’s dance.”
Just as Meng Lun was about to say something, Shen Keke's voice interrupted, "Ah! My bangs, what are you going to do to my bangs!"
Shen Keke covered her forehead and faced the hairdresser as if she were facing a great enemy, as if she were a decent woman covering her chest to prevent a lecher from getting close to her.
The hairstylist said weakly, "If you don't want to do anything, just cut it off."
"no!"
Shen Keke refused forcefully, “My bangs have been there since I was in elementary school, you can’t touch them!”
"Ah, this..."
The hairdresser looked at Suman for help. What should he do?
Su Man walked over. Perhaps because her gaze was too oppressive, Shen Keke's voice was obviously much lower. "Well, Sister Man, I want to keep my bangs. As long as you don't cut the bangs, you can cut anything else."
"OK."
Su Man agreed easily. She turned to the barber and said, "Shave his head and leave only his bangs."
"Okay."
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant!"
Shen Keke wanted to get up from the chair, but was held down by Li Ye and Meng Lun on each side.
With a "buzz" sound, the hairdresser approached with a razor in hand, frightening Shen Keke so much that she screamed, "Ah! No, no, no, can't I cut it? I'll cut it!"
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