The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 40: Will the fight not be ruthless enough?

"What's wrong?" Zhang Wuyong, wearing glasses, looked at Zhao Yutong.

He turned his head and looked around again, getting familiar with the glasses.

He felt that the surrounding environment was indeed brightening up.

I was used to it, and things a little further away would feel blurry.

I even feel that everyone is like this.

I just realized now that I am nearsighted?

There is an inexplicable feeling that the world has been completely renewed.

"What do you think?" Two young ladies in the store walked towards him.

"Very good!" Zhang Wuyong felt relaxed.

He smiled.

Both young ladies looked at him, unable to look away.

"Here's the glasses case. If they get dirty, you can always bring them here to wash. It might take a few days to get used to wearing glasses for the first time..."

One of the young ladies leaned against him, as if she had endless things to say.

"We know all this!" Zhao Yutong pulled away Zhang Wuyong.

They carried a small bag containing their glasses case and left the store.

"Let's go to the barber shop now!" Zhao Yutong looked up at him, "Your hair is almost covering the top of your glasses. The Hundred Days Oath-taking Ceremony is the day after tomorrow, so at least get your hair done before then."

Zhang Wuyong said, "I was planning to do this after the college entrance exam."

Zhao Yutong said, "Are you still planning on not getting a haircut for three months? Let's go!" She pulled him and walked to the other side.

"Which one should we go to? I really think the one at the entrance of the community is pretty good, and if we go back too late..."

"I've already told my mom and aunt that we'll be back later tonight. It's still early in the day anyway!"

It’s still early judging from the sky!

It's getting dark late now and daylight saving time hasn't started yet.

So when they got home from school, it was still light outside, and there was no longer the feeling of studying until dark.

Zhang Wuyong didn't carry a schoolbag.

I am in my third year of high school now. Test papers are distributed every day. I just put the test papers in my pocket when I go back and forth to school.

Carrying a schoolbag has become a habit for Zhao Yutong.

The beautiful pink and white backpack was still on her back, but the school uniform was also put into the backpack.

The weather was getting hot, and she was wearing a beige top with a white collar and tight casual pants.

Zhang Wuyong, on the other hand, had to wear school uniform because he didn't have a schoolbag.

Although he could put the school uniform into his system inventory, Tongtong was right next to him, and it would not be good if the school uniform suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Yutong took him to a hair salon next to a park near the school.

The hair salon is bright, tidy and clean. The guy in the shop has a unique hairstyle, but he looks a bit effeminate.

The barber shop that Zhang Wuyong usually goes to, with an old man, a chair, and a homemade water heater.

It's a world of difference from a place like this.

"Are haircuts here charged by the root?" Zhang Wuyong said jokingly, "By then, we won't be allowed out unless we have 20,000 or 30,000 yuan."

"We're not in H State, and this isn't that kind of store!" Zhao Yutong rolled her eyes.

Enter the store and take a seat.

"What kind of hairstyle do you want, handsome boy?" The sissy barber rubbed Zhang Wuyong's shoulders with both hands behind him.

As a straight man, Zhang Wuyong felt an inexplicable chill. "I'm fine with anything!" Zhang Wuyong replied casually.

"What's your girlfriend's opinion?" The barber shook his body and looked at Zhao Yutong.

In fact, he had already realized long ago that the girl who pulled this boy in had the real control.

He just casually asked for the boy's opinion.

"First of all, no bangs!" Zhao Yutong's first reaction was, "It doesn't matter if we see him too much, but every time others see him, they think he has a sullen face and wants to punch someone."

"The handsome boy has a nice face!" The sissy reached forward and touched Zhang Wuyong's face. "You should show off your handsome face. There's no need to make it too complicated. Just give him a slicked-back buzz cut like Hu Ge."

He took out a photo of Hu Ge with his hair combed back and placed it in front of Zhang Wuyong, letting him look at it himself.

"If I fight, people will feel that I'm not cruel enough!" Zhang Wuyong said subconsciously.

"Don't even think about fighting!" Zhao Yutong said angrily.

Zhang Wuyong tilted his head to avoid the sissy's hand: "Tongtong, help me make the decision."

Zhao Yutong discussed with the hairdresser again, and the effeminate hairdresser showed her several more hairstyles.

Finally, Zhao Yutong took the photo of Hu Ge with his hair combed back, and another photo that was similar but slightly different, and began to look at them over and over again.

"Then let's go with this one!" Zhang Wuyong quickly grabbed Hu Ge's photo and made the final decision.

Otherwise, Tongtong could consider going tomorrow morning.

Zhao Yutong helped him put away his glasses first.

Zhang Wuyong sat in his seat and let the barber cut, trim, wash and perm his hair.

After finally being tormented, Zhang Wuyong stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.

I feel like I don’t even recognize myself anymore.

It was mainly because of his original middle-parted hair, which was cut short and chopped, and combed back, revealing his entire face, giving him a weird feeling that he would easily attract others to hit him in the face when fighting.

"A slicked-back buzz cut is the most suitable hairstyle for handsome guys!" The sissy seemed very satisfied. "Handsome boy, when you walk on the street, soften your eyes a little. Don't always look so fierce..."

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Yutong reacted, took out her glasses, and walked in front of Zhang Wuyong, "Bend down."

Zhang Wuyong faced her and bent down.

When he bent down, Tongtong's beige breasts with small heart-shaped patterns on them seemed to be pressing towards him.

Zhao Yutong tiptoed, raised her hands, and put the glasses on his nose.

Then pull him and make him turn around to face the mirror.

At this moment, she and the sissy barber looked at the handsome boy in the mirror, and both of their hearts were pounding.

The young man in the mirror had a straight figure and a handsome face. Instead of having soft lines, his features were clear cut, his eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were bright, and his face was like a full moon.

He is handsome and masculine, and with half-frame glasses, he adds a touch of elegance, quite like an ancient Confucian hero.

"Hey, handsome boy, you're really good-looking!" The sissy barber came closer to him. "Why don't you come to our place for a few days and try to be a model? We have a lot of pretty girls here too..."

"No need, no need!" It was Zhao Yutong who spoke first.

Seeing this sissy sticking to Zhang Wuyong, she, who had been relatively indifferent just now, suddenly started to panic: "Thank you, Wuyong, let's go."

She put on her pink and white schoolbag and ran out with Zhang Wuyong.

"Wait, wait!" The sissy hurriedly chased after him, shaking her waist, "Wait a moment."

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yutong protected Zhang Wuyong behind her and glared at him like a tigress, as if she was going to slap him again.

"It seems we haven't paid yet!" Zhang Wuyong said behind her.

"Yes, sister!" The barber said aggrievedly, "You haven't paid yet."

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