Supreme International Modeling Studio.
One of the best styling centers in the imperial capital.
From beauty and hairdressing to health massage, all services that affect the body.
As long as it is formal, it covers everything.
And he has always been known for his superb skills and elegant style.
Therefore, she is quite famous among the female compatriots in the imperial capital.
Of course, she is also quite famous among some male compatriots who enjoy life.
However, there were not many customers in Didu International at that time.
The reason is simple: the timing is wrong.
Not only was it a weekday, but it was also close to noon.
Customers go to work as they should, and eat as they should.
Basically no one would choose to come here in the middle of the day for a therapeutic relaxation service.
So, at this moment, the stylists are all sitting in their chairs with their mobile phones in their hands, killing time in boredom.
For people in their line of work, the busiest time is usually after dinner.
Now is the best time for them to relax.
The manager was used to this and was too lazy to say anything nonsense to these guys who were slacking off.
We are all workers and it's not easy for anyone. As long as it's not too excessive and we can get by and it doesn't affect our own interests.
Who in their right mind would want to cause trouble on purpose?
So, he was also very relaxed at this moment.
Watching the live broadcast of Class 9 and the various speculations and complaints from netizens.
To be honest, he really liked this feeling.
There are no quarrels, no comparisons, only complaints and yearnings for Ren Yan's and Teacher Ren's outrageous operations.
Sometimes he even wondered.
We are all in the capital, why not take some time to watch the live broadcast?
That would be fun.
But the biggest problem was that he didn't know where Ren Yan was at the moment.
I came to the National Stadium before...
But now, the other party has been hanging around with the students for quite a while, and even took a taxi during that time. God knows where he has gone now.
"Alas~ I'm just a stylist, still in the capital. How great it would be if Teacher Ren could come to my place~"
Out of boredom, the manager casually posted a comment.
Immediately afterwards, a bunch of Sandiao netizens replied to him:
"If I really come to you, remember to take a picture!"
"I advise you to give up this idea. If the 9th class is so noisy, I think your store will be in jeopardy if it comes to you..."
"Not guaranteed +1"
"......"
"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense!"
When netizens were complaining, a bold and yellow barrage suddenly appeared:
"Teacher Ren has already brought people to a styling studio."
"The name seems to be something like Supreme Style?"
"Fuck, what a stupid name for a chicken!"
"Hey, it's true, this is quite a big deal~"
Netizens continued to talk.
The manager just glanced at it indifferently, without paying too much attention, and wanted to type another message.
But suddenly, he realized something was wrong.
"Supreme styling..."
"Fuck! Isn't this where I am?!"
"Teacher Ren is really here?!"
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Ren Yan push open the door and walk in in the live broadcast room.
At the same time, a very attractive voice sounded behind him:
"Hello, can I get my hair done here now?!"
......
Looking at the staff member in front of him who was trembling a little, Ren Yan was a little surprised.
Are all the people who do stylists these days potential Parkinson's disease patients?!
Brother, you are shaking like this, how can your hands still be used? !
Ren Yan secretly complained in his heart.
However, out of politeness, Ren Yan still smiled and pointed at the other person's shaking hand:
"You, this..."
"Alright, is that okay?"
"If that doesn't work, I'll just go find another store..."
"Okay! Of course!" The manager shouted upon hearing that.
Then he saw Ren Yan's pointed hand and scratched his neck awkwardly:
"Well, Mr. Ren, please don't misunderstand me."
"I don't have any problem with that."
"It's just that I was excited to see you and the students of Class 9."
"I am your fan. I was just watching your live broadcast. I didn't expect you to come to our store~"
"Oh, I see~" Ren Yan nodded suddenly: "Then it's really fate."
As for the students in Class 9, they were not as calm as Ren Yan. After hearing what the manager said, they immediately gathered around and started talking at once:
"You, brother, are you really our fan?!"
"Fuck! Fans, first time seeing them! Alive!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, brother is also someone who has met fans, but, you said it would be great if you were a girl~"
"Mad, you're not normal!"
"Wow, my friend, you are all our fans, can you give us a 10% discount~"
....
The students of Class 9 spoke one sentence after another.
You can see that they were very excited when they first saw their fans.
Even more excited than them are the netizens.
"Fuck! This grandson is really good at what he says!"
"@The First Hairdresser in the Capital, bro! bro! I don't need much, but I need Xia Yue's autograph. I'll take 3,000 yuan!"
"@The First Haircut in the Capital, bro, I want Xia Yue's photo, I'll pay 5,000!"
"Mad, can you guys be normal? I want Mr. Ren's autographed photo!"
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