My wife is the stand-in.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, and you might even find it annoying," the stylist said with the air of someone who's been there.

Amano Saki thought to himself, "That's not necessarily true. Your girlfriend wears makeup every day, and she looks the same every day. She'll even look older with each application. But my girl changes every day. If I don't hurry, I won't see her tomorrow."

"...Okay, I'll adjust your position."

In the end, the stylist gave up, and Amanosaki got the perfect perspective to observe his girlfriend getting her makeup done.

He looked at the various shades of eyeshadow pencils, foundation, lipsticks on the table, and a whole bunch of other random things he couldn't recognize. Several makeup assistants stood to the side, drawing marks on their hands with different shades, and then raising their hands to say something to Icarus.

Amanosaki was quite certain that Icarus couldn't fully understand the words spoken by the assistants, because her knowledge came from herself, while Icarus's additional knowledge came from her identity.

Unfortunately, her current identity makes her less knowledgeable about cosmetics than even Amanosaki herself, while her knowledge of firearms and weaponry is far superior.

But Amanosaki could see clearly that Icarus listened intently as his assistants explained the effects and shades of various cosmetics, half-selling and half-explaining, and patiently asked questions until he understood them.

After about thirty minutes, having finally figured out the cosmetics she was going to use, the magic trick began.

Excess cosmetics were removed, and one after another, carts laden with dazzling arrays of gorgeous clothing were pushed in. The stylist began working on Icarus's hair, while the girl closed her eyes expectantly, letting the makeup artist do her makeup.

Amanosaki watched as the pale red eyeshadow was applied, and Icarus's soft eyes were drawn into sharp upturns. Under the control of several large hands, Icarus transformed from a cute girl into a stunningly beautiful woman at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He suddenly remembered a novel he had read before his transmigration that had once swept the nation, in which the protagonist also witnessed the transformation of a naive young girl.

The book described watching a girl put on makeup as if witnessing a time-wasting deception.

They would apply gorgeous feathers and dazzling makeup to the girl's face in a certain order, as if a wizard were performing a spell.

And so the pale and tired face came to life, every scale, every feather, every hair was clearly visible in the boy's eyes.

Amanosaki watched as Icarus came to life.

These makeup elements did not enhance Icarus's appearance much; they merely added a touch of worldly life to this otherworldly angel's face.

Yet, they only become more endearing.

"All right!"

The makeup artist and stylist walked around Icarus, clapped their hands in satisfaction, and pushed Icarus to Amanosaki as if presenting a treasure.

Seeing the faint expectation in the girl's eyes, Amanosaki praised her sincerely:

"it's beautiful."

The girl then blossomed into a beautiful smile, captivating everyone's heart.

Chapter 84: Handsome Men and Beautiful Women

The two of them spent more than an hour getting their hair done, putting on makeup, and changing clothes.

Yes, Amanosaki was also forced to wear makeup, and the clothes they had just bought were changed again, replaced with outfits that better suited their personalities.

Amanosaki was dressed in a techwear style with cargo pants on the bottom and a denim jacket on the top. He wore glasses and his hair was neatly combed, giving him the air of a highly educated and powerful engineer on a construction site in a capitalist country.

Icarus's hair was highlighted on the outermost layer, the emerald green color complementing her bright green eyes. Paired with a bodycon mini skirt, a fitted white shirt, and a black coat, and carrying a handbag, she looked from afar like a princess who had sneaked out of her home to secretly experience social life.

The original pink undertones always playfully pop out when she turns her head, further solidifying her princess-like aura.

Amanosaki was very satisfied.

He paid readily and then received several bags of cosmetics.

These are the products I just used to do Icarus's makeup; using them is like buying them.

So Amanosaki could only carry these products, whose packaging boxes were printed with portraits of various heroes and foreign knights, with Icarus, who seemed to be a princess in disguise but was actually the angel of war, slung across his arm, and leave amidst the reluctant gazes of the shop assistants.

How much is this wave?

"At least seven or eight Ws."

"How generous! So handsome and so rich..."

"Drooling! Stop drooling like that. Look at that guy's girlfriend. If I had a girlfriend like that, I'd sell everything I own to dress her in gold and silver!"

"Aren't you a woman?"

"What? Is there a problem with a woman liking another woman?"

Although they could hear the whispers behind them, they paid no attention.

The two basked in the golden midday sun, enjoying all the beauty of summer, basking in the admiring glances and comments from those around them, and even having street photographers point their lenses at them.

Amanosaki smiled tolerantly, put his arm around Icarus's shoulder, and gestured for her to strike a pose.

"What pose should I strike in this situation?" Icarus had never been photographed on the street before and had no idea.

"It's okay. Think back to whose clothes are most similar to yours, and just copy her."

Icarus mentally listed all the women he had encountered, then held his bag across his chest, instantly regaining his indifference. He bent one leg, stood on tiptoe, and assumed the absolutely rational working state that Lin Shuyu had adopted after using [Celestial Form].

Her powerful and mature aura drew cheers from the crowd.

In front of the shops on the street, a group of knights dressed in uniforms that looked like suits hurried past, looking around anxiously.

The team leader, while checking the area, quickly said, "We haven't found anyone in the surrounding blocks. They probably didn't use the pedestrian street's crowds to cover their escape; they might be hiding here. Everyone, search carefully!"

The group of heroes readily agreed and passed by Amanosaki Ikaros and his companion, who were posing for photos with an open and honest demeanor.

Several swordsmen glanced at him, their eyes lingering on Icarus's cold face for a few seconds.

"They're so beautiful! I never expected there to be so many pretty girls on these pedestrian streets. How come I never noticed before?"

"You found nothing! You're either training at the branch headquarters or out there slaying demons. Have you ever been to the pedestrian street? Get out of here!"

Amanosaki glanced back at the line heading towards the barbershop, a playful smile playing on his lips.

This scene was captured by a street photographer. He looked at the two indifferent and sinister figures on the screen, bathed in the golden sunlight, yet carrying the crisp scent of the Tianshan Mountains. He let out a heartbroken yet satisfied groan.

After taking the photos, Amanosaki continued to stroll around the streets with Icarus.

Since Icarus had already bought decent clothes on the barber street, he wasn't very interested in clothing stores.

She also thought that she might not be able to wear these clothes by tomorrow, and buying them but not being able to wear them would only cause her more trouble, so she simply stopped looking at them.

So the two of them slipped into a side street and turned into a food street.

Food streets across the country share a common feature: in addition to local specialties, they inevitably offer a variety of regional cuisines from all over China.

Examples include stinky tofu, lamb skewers, peach slices, roasted insect pupae, wolf tooth potatoes, fried rice cakes, beef balls with urinating fillings, grilled fish and crayfish, and even various kinds of milk tea.

When the two of them walked from one end of the street to the other, covered in the smell of cooking oil, they not only had a lot more food in their hands, but their mouths were also dripping with oil.

Then he went to the movie theater, but when Icarus looked at the walls full of movies from the past, present, and upcoming releases, all of them were either documentaries about knights-errant or martial arts films featuring celebrities. The imported movies were also all related to the Knights Order, and he immediately lost interest.

Superpowers have significantly influenced the world's cultural landscape. Whether domestic or international, historical or modern, political or romantic films, they inevitably incorporate elements of supernatural abilities. Domestically, this manifests as martial arts, while internationally it's expressed through knightly orders or other esoteric groups.

In the past, some directors have made experimental pure romance films or historical films, but without exception, they all flopped and lost a lot of money.

When Amanosaki first arrived in Fengdu, it was still noon, but now it's almost 3 p.m.

He sat at the glass table outside the bubble tea shop, stretching out his hand to watch Icarus across from him sucking on the tapioca pearls.

The girl... this outfit is no longer appropriate for a girl; she should be called a beauty.

The beauty puffed out her cheeks, her head held high like a proud sparrow perched on a branch, she was incredibly cute.

"Is there anywhere you'd like to go next?"

"Still no news from Leonardo DiCaprio?"

Little Li... what kind of eunuch's nickname is that?

Amanosaki was speechless. He took out his phone, looked at it, and shook his head with a smirk: "Looks like we'll have to prepare to spend the night here."

Icarus tilted his head, hiding his mouth behind the milk tea cup, his eyes darting around, his clear black and white pupils slightly moist.

Amanosaki instantly understood her meaning. He exhaled two puffs of hot air from his nostrils, stretched his shoulders, let out a deep breath, looked around, and then said:

"Not yet."

"why?"

Amanosaki scratched his forehead. "Daytime debauchery is never a good thing."

"Eh~" Icarus pursed her lips, looking both like she wanted to laugh and holding it back, which was also very cute.

Her eyes darted across Amanosaki's face, as if to say, "Weren't those previous times also during the day?"

“This is ultimately different.” Amanosaki sat upright, looking every bit the virtuous gentleman.

"Ok."

The pretty girl gave a cute hum, clutching the milk tea bag, and mumbled, "I want to go to the watermelon shop and pick out a watermelon."

Amanosaki then remembered that she had promised Icarus that morning to find her a new watermelon-san.

He slapped his forehead, then complained to Icarus with annoyance, "It's all your fault! You made me forget about something like this."

Icarus, his face tense and chin raised, retorted fiercely, "How is this my fault?"

"It's because you look so beautiful after changing your clothes that I can't concentrate on anything else!" Amanosaki said matter-of-factly.

"Pfft~ How corny."

Chapter 85: The Classic Questions and Answers at the Melon Shop

Ironically, Amanosaki and his girlfriend wandered around the shopping district several times before finally finding a fruit shop decorated like a supermarket on the outermost edge, near the residential area.

Upon entering and asking, I learned that times have changed. The kind of fruit stalls that used to be common in big cities are now rarely seen. As urban residents' spending power has increased, they are paying more and more attention to the store's decor and service attitude.

Therefore, chain fruit supermarkets of the new era have emerged.

Furthermore, since all the fruit is kept indoors, spoilage is reduced, thereby lowering visible business costs.

As for the cost of air conditioning electricity and hiring waiters... Amanosaki glanced at the price tag and thought to himself that it was naturally passed on to the consumers.

However, even these fruits packaged in exquisite boxes cannot escape the fate of being endorsed.

Amanosaki wandered around the supermarket and had already seen dozens of collaboration items with martial arts heroes.

For example, a picture of "Yehuo Bhikkhuni," who comes from Shaolin Temple in Songshan and had a heated encounter with Amanosaki, smilingly holding a dragon fruit and showing off her good teeth, is pasted on the outside of a box of peeled and diced dragon fruit.

He even saw the Amber King's character card stuck in the foam. The Amber King's eyes, outlined with an eyebrow pencil, were squinting, giving him a simple and honest look. He was making a thumbs-up gesture, and a conversation box was popping out of his mouth, clearly displaying the following words:

"When it comes to fresh mangoes, I only trust Greentown."