Chapter 5: Change the style and become a great boss
The name of the great nobleman was long and difficult to pronounce. Youan solemnly recited Lancelot's name ten times in his mind, preparing to make a note in the address book on his computer.
Every boss has some little habits, and he has to remember them well.
Just as he finished writing it down, he felt his backpack being poked by a small claw. Euan asked again, "What are we going to the mall for?"
Lancelot started the aircraft and handed him a brunch. "Get a haircut and buy some clothes. You need to upload a 3D image to participate in the competition, so you need to change into a suitable look."
"oh……"
Youan ate a warm cheese sandwich and lowered his head to tug at the shirt he bought at a big sale two years ago.
Lancelot glanced to the side. He didn't have the habit of disliking other people's appearance and dress. After all, no one was as good-looking as himself.
"Even if the berries taste similar, people will choose the ones that look better," Lancelot explained casually, adding, "Don't worry, you don't have to spend any money."
You An was quite grateful: "Thank you, you are so kind."
The little bunny in the backpack hugged the piece of bread that his brother had secretly stuffed in, and also nodded and bowed continuously.
Mmm, Boss Fox is so nice! So nice!
Lancelot felt an inexplicable sense of relief. He coughed modestly and asked casually, "How good is it?"
"very good!"
Youan had never met such a generous boss before, and he praised sincerely, "It's so good that it's like a rabbit killing plate!"
Lancelot: "..."
A sneer snorted from his nose.
Lancelot quickly suppressed the smile on his lips and snatched the half-eaten sandwich from the silly rabbit under his puzzled gaze.
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Hilling District
As a mechanical floating island full of extravagance and decadence in Area A, those who can come here to consume are either rich or noble, but they are not good enough in front of Lancelot.
"Hello, sir~ It's my honor to serve you~"
Euan followed Lancelot and enjoyed an unprecedented kind smile until he was politely led to the seat in front of the stylist, still in a trance.
It's nice to have money and everyone is so friendly.
Lancelot didn't go far, but sat behind him and raised his chin to the stylist: "Change his hairstyle, make him more energetic, and make sure he can see clearly."
The stylist is somewhat famous and has worked with many celebrities and aristocrats. He is used to seeing wealthy men bringing their lovers to dress up and play some Cinderella-style dress-up.
"Oh, your hair is so dry, almost as dry as the weeds on the roadside. You need to do a deep conditioning treatment before changing the color."
He casually played with Youan's hair, previewing the effect on the mirrored design made of the entire crystal. "How about platinum? You have fair skin, so it should look good."
Although he was asking Youan, the stylist's eyes were always on Lancelot, as if the object of his service was just a prop to satisfy the nobleman's preferences.
Youan didn't want to dye his hair. Just as he was about to say no, the stylist behind him was pushed away.
Lancelot supported the back of the chair with one hand, lifted a strand of Youan's hair and twisted it gently, and instantly became extremely dissatisfied with the stylist's words.
What's wrong with being dry? No matter how dry it is, it's still a small haystack baked by the sun, which feels comfortable to touch and looks pleasing to the eye.
The accompanying personal consultants were all very smart. Without telling the guest explicitly, they simply asked the stylist to leave and quickly replaced him with a new one.
Lancelot raised his chin and said, "Go ahead."
Youan reluctantly put the cross-body bag next to him and was taken to another oval cabin by the gentle nurse.
You Tuantuan secretly peeked out from the gap of the messenger bag, without blinking her round eyes, and kept stepping on the air with her two little paws, imitating the nurse's movements and learning her skills.
Lancelot tilted his head, and his red fox ears moved.
He glanced around sharply. Except for Youan's torn bag, all the servants had retreated to the door a few meters away.
I don't know why, but today I have the illusion that I'm being watched.
Lancelot frowned in dissatisfaction, but his attention quickly returned to the source of the rustling sound of water.
For nearly two hours, Youan felt like his head was a ball of cotton being rubbed back and forth, but fortunately the effect was good.
The nurses and stylists around him kept praising him. Youan, carrying a cross-body bag, stood straight in front of Lancelot and said, "I'm fine."
"Oh, well, let's go—"
Lancelot shifted his gaze from the light screen in front of him, looked up, and his expression became a little subtle.
Youan has a small face. His hair, which was originally messy and blocking his eyes, has been trimmed into layers and hangs down naturally and smoothly. His forehead looks much cleaner, revealing his light eyebrows and round eyes. His bright and innocent eyes blinked, making him look very well-behaved.
Not sure if his boss was satisfied, Youan thoughtfully turned around slowly, showing off his skills in all directions, and recited as he turned -
"front."
"Left side."
"back."
"Right side."
She originally had a pure and elegant appearance, but there was a small mole on the bridge of her nose. Her sweet persimmon-colored lips were pursed again and again because of nervousness, and against her porcelain-white skin, it was very easy to arouse people's imagination.
"It's nice, stop forwarding it. This isn't a prison photo."
Lancelot fell back on the sofa and stared at him for a long moment, his tail wagging slowly.
It’s amazing. Any one of them would be of this standard. Anyone who knows about it would praise him for being lucky.
Today's tasks are very heavy. After taking care of my hair, I also have to buy clothes and accessories.
Lancelot took Youan to a luxuriously decorated private room, and the accompanying service staff came in one after another. The personal consultant imported Youan's three-dimensional image in advance, arranged the clothes and accessories, and respectfully asked Youan to choose.
Lancelot: "If you like any of them, tell them."
You An poked the screen curiously, feeling like he was playing a dress-up game: "I thought you were choosing for me."
Just like the work clothes of part-time workers in the past, they were all decided by the boss.
"I work, and these personal shoppers get paid?" Lancelot gave him a strange look. "Besides, you might not feel comfortable wearing what I choose. Why put it on if you're not comfortable?"
Youan showed a puzzled expression, thinking that there was nothing to be uncomfortable about, as long as he could wear it, he wouldn't be picky.
Lancelot looked away from his face and muttered softly, "Think more about yourself, silly rabbit."
As he said this, he pushed the person and handed him over to the private shopper who was waiting for service beside him.
No matter how high-end the clothes are, the fabrics are different. Youan was coaxed into the fitting room to try on a few sets of clothes to feel them.
In addition to everyday clothes, there are also weird designer styles.
Youan wore a light green cape, with chestnut hair sticking out from the brim of his hat. He stood in front of the mirror and waved the matching taro leaf umbrella in his hand.
Mm, so green.
Today it’s not the fierce rabbit, but the big green rice dumpling stuffed with meat floss.
The salesgirls who served him applauded and exclaimed in surprise one after another.
However, the happy atmosphere did not spread to Lancelot.
"What did you bring? He put on a necklace of 188 sky crystal diamonds around his neck. He might as well skip school and go to the disco to be a ball light. He doesn't even need any power, he just spins on his own."
After taking a quick look at a batch of accessories, Lancelot waved his hand. Although he was still smiling, his tone began to become impatient.
The personal consultant apologized and kept having people send him new styles to deal with this difficult customer.
Luxury goods are too conspicuous, and moderately priced accessories are of ordinary style and not worthy of Youan.
Lancelot was so focused on his thoughts that he didn't notice the zipper of his messenger bag slowly opening.
You Tuantuan also wanted to see his brother's new clothes, so he quietly poked his head out. Before he even saw his brother, he was attracted by the lush red tail in front of him. His little rabbit mouth opened into an O shape.
Wow……
So many beautiful furs!
You Tuantuan stretched out his little paw and touched it quickly. The silky and soft touch made the whole rabbit tremble comfortably, and its black eyes instantly lit up.
Boss Fox’s fur is beautiful, so the fox is good; the little bunny rabbit wants to make a felt pillow for his brother, so the rabbit is good too!
However, Lancelot combed his hair and tail carefully every day. You Tuantuan tried hard for a long time but found that there was not a single loose hair.
Feeling depressed, You Tuantuan suddenly had an idea and turned to look at the mechanical scissors in his bag.
Click.
You Tuantuan held his two little paws in front of his chest and bowed seriously: Thank you, Boss Fox, I wish you a fortune.
Then he picked up the mechanical shears and snapped.
Another handful.
This time, too much was cut. You Tuantuan stared at the gap helplessly, lifted a bunch of fur next to it to cover it, patted it gently, and continued in another place.
He was not greedy. After cutting off a bunch of hair, he stuffed the mechanical shears back into his backpack and grunted as he sorted out the fine hair.
Just as he was working hard, his personal consultant came quickly with a tray.
The red alarm sounded in my ears instantly!
You Tuantuan opened his round eyes, squatted down quickly, clung to the backpack and stood still, pressing the illegally obtained fur under his belly.
The personal consultant looked at it again and again, and suddenly realized——
Oh, it turns out to be a felt doll.
The personal consultant secretly marveled at how lifelike the doll was. He wanted to take a closer look, but then he remembered that he was still at work, so he immediately focused his attention and continued to recommend new products to Lancelot.
Well, that was a close call!
As soon as the other person looked away, You Tuantuan touched the tail hair reluctantly and quickly put it back into the cross-body bag.
Youan selected a batch of clothes, most of which were daily styles suitable for school wear. Lancelot didn't like some of the clothes, so he simply asked for their sizes and prepared to have his own tailor cut and make them.
Lancelot stared at Youan's size data, frowning.
He is too thin, no wonder his face is so pale. I don’t know what he eats all day.
So the waiter set up the table, and he immediately waved to Youan: "Come and have something to eat."
The table was filled with a dazzling array of food, but Youan swallowed and didn't move.
Seeing that he was only looking at the cake and not eating, Lancelot thought he was being embarrassed and placed a triangle cake with bright red berries on top in front of him: "This is not greasy, try it."
Youan looked around and asked quietly, "Is it expensive?"
Lancelot picked up the black tea and said casually, "It's not expensive, eat it."
"Oh..." Youan drawled out his tone, as if thinking about something. He glanced at the table and asked politely and seriously, "Can I take away the leftovers?"
Lancelot placed the teacup on the table and responded as calmly as possible: "Okay, you eat first."
You An was still cautious: "The meal cost won't be deducted from my bonus, right?"
This question automatically attracted the workers' attention. The personal shoppers around them exchanged glances silently, and their eyes looking at the red-haired noble gradually showed a hint of disbelief.
The waiter who was about to continue serving the dishes turned around and left, indignantly packing the exquisite dishes into takeaway boxes.
Alas, I didn’t expect that the nobles could be so stingy, exploiting their little lovers!
Lancelot felt that he had met his match in the field of choking. He tried to maintain his composure, forked a piece of cake to his lips, and said simply: "Eat!"
The fox boss is so nice. He bought me clothes and even provided afternoon tea!
Youan took his hand in his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and chewed it.
The sweet and sour taste was so good that it was beyond description. Youan pursed his lips as he held the little silver fork in his mouth, his eyes gradually curved, and his tail trembled.
Lancelot watched him eat the cake in small bites, and the anger that had been choking him in his chest dissipated unknowingly.
He rested his chin on his palm, stared silently for a long time, then stood up to count the pile of clothes that Youan had chosen.
As soon as everyone left, Youan took advantage of no one's attention, picked up the small donut, unzipped his backpack and threw it in with smooth movements.
The little rabbit's head was caught off guard by a loop. He lowered his head to sniff, then held the donut and began to nibble on it happily.
A lot of clothes were purchased, Youan took some away, and the rest of the custom-made ones would be delivered by a special person.
Lancelot basically spent the entire day shopping for him. Before leaving, he saw a mechanical box containing weapons and took it directly into the aircraft and went home without even packing it.
The mechanical box is very delicate, just right for holding his newly purchased "Ghost" pain gun.
Lancelot looked around and thought it was too plain, so he turned around and asked Youan, "Are you in a hurry to go back?"
Youan held his heavy take-out box and shook his head.
"Okay." Lancelot moved the joystick and changed his route to a weapons modification shop.
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