I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

In his past life, Chen Fei slept only about 4 hours a day for the Double Eleven promotion.

Perhaps because he was completely relaxed, Chen Fei slept exceptionally soundly, without even a single dream.

After waking up naturally, he habitually reached for his phone on the bedside table, only to find it empty.

He paused for a few seconds before slowly realizing that this was neither his original rented apartment nor his company office.

Chen Fei propped himself up and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He felt a little dazed, even experiencing a strong sense of unreality.

He took a deep breath and carefully activated the system in his mind. A semi-transparent panel immediately appeared before his eyes:

[Host: Chen Fei]

[Charm: -10]

[Asset Status: Balance: 13204 yuan]

……

It's not a dream! It's all real!

Chen Fei happily rolled out of bed, picked up his phone from beside his pillow to check the time, but the screen was black and nothing happened no matter how he pressed it.

"Out of power?"

Chen Fei then remembered that his phone was a knock-off Apple that he bought for over two thousand yuan. Apart from being a show-off, its performance was inferior to a Redmi phone that cost around one thousand yuan, and its battery life was even worse.

Yesterday was a whirlwind of events, and I was in a state of high excitement the whole time. I completely forgot about charging and even forgot to buy a charger.

"Tsk, I need to get a new phone soon, otherwise it's causing too much trouble." Chen Fei looked at the phone with disdain and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, stretched in the sunlight, and unconsciously smiled.

[Ding! Successfully triggered "Smiling at Life", received a reward of 200 yuan]

Chen Fei returned to the bathroom and began brushing his teeth and washing his face.

Looking at myself in the mirror with my yellow bowl cut and a few pimples, I decided what I was going to do today: get a haircut.

After changing into the new clothes he had bought yesterday, Chen Fei felt much refreshed. He then took his dead phone and went downstairs.

The urban village is more vibrant during the day than at night. The roadside breakfast stalls haven't completely closed up yet, and all sorts of noises mingle together, creating a lively atmosphere.

Chen Fei first found a shared power bank at the convenience store downstairs and charged his phone.

During the few dozen seconds he waited for the computer to boot up, he leisurely looked around and planned his schedule for the day.

The phone screen finally lit up, and as soon as the main interface finished loading, several text message notifications popped up. The top one was a bank deposit notification:

[Your account ending in 0721 has completed a transfer of RMB 700.00, leaving a balance of RMB 13904.00.]

Although he knew he would receive this income, seeing the money deposited into his account still brought a real sense of accomplishment, making Chen Fei's lips curl into a smile again.

He immediately opened a map app and searched for the best-rated beauty and hair salons nearby.

I quickly found a beauty salon called "Yishang Beauty" with a rating of 4.8, and it wasn't too far away.

"This is the place." Chen Fei made up his mind and casually hailed a Didi (ride-hailing service).

Now that we have the money, there's no need to walk there in the blazing sun; it's hot and a waste of time.

The car quickly arrived at its destination. Yishang Beauty Salon's storefront did indeed look much more upscale than those in the urban village, and there were quite a few customers.

Chen Fei pushed open the door and entered. A strong smell of shampoo hit him, and the air conditioning was on full blast, instantly making him feel much cooler.

"Welcome! Are you alone, sir? Would you like a haircut or a perm/dye?" A friendly-smiling receptionist in uniform immediately greeted him.

"Yes, a haircut." Chen Fei said succinctly, his gaze sweeping over the shop's interior.

He wanted to say, "Dye it after you cut it," but he swallowed the words back.

After all, his blond hair is the best camouflage for him to blend into the "young and sexy" circle. If he suddenly went back to black hair, he would look out of place and it would be detrimental to his plans to make money later.

Just get a normal haircut first.

"Okay, do you have a preferred stylist? Our director is 158 yuan, senior stylist is 98 yuan, and regular hairdresser is 58 yuan." The clerk skillfully introduced the prices.

Chen Fei replied almost without hesitation: "Ordinary is fine."

His past experience taught him that the so-called "director" title is often just a reason to raise prices. Their skills may not be better than those of a hardworking ordinary hairdresser, and they may even cut hair haphazardly just to show off.

The shop assistant smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'll arrange a very skilled teacher for you. How about teacher number 6? He happens to be available."

"Okay." Chen Fei nodded. He didn't really have a concept of which teacher's number he was talking about. Even if he were to choose for himself, he would choose the number he liked, not the person.

"This way, sir. Please go to the second floor for a hair wash. Would you like a massage? It'll be an extra 30 yuan." The clerk asked as he led the way.

"Sure, let's add it," Chen Fei readily agreed. Since he had decided to enjoy a new life, there was no need to skimp on this small amount of money.

As Chen Fei climbed the stairs, he was filled with anticipation for the upcoming makeover. Finally, he could say goodbye to his bowl cut!

......

Meng Sixian sat on the second floor of Yishang Beauty Industry, looking at the mid-month performance evaluation that had just been posted in the group chat, and sighed deeply.

She's been here for almost two months, and the numbers on her performance report are still terrible. If she doesn't meet the targets this month, she'll lose her job.

Her poor performance wasn't due to a lack of skill, but rather because she was bad at communicating.

Those platitudes like "Sister, your skin would look even better with some skincare" or "Handsome, getting a membership card would be much more cost-effective" always sounded particularly stiff coming from her mouth, and even she herself thought they were fake.

The store manager spoke with her, hinting that she should "be more flexible"; her colleagues, who were initially polite, have now become somewhat distant and...assigning tasks.

Just like now.

"Sixian, we have a customer coming in. Hair washing and massage, it's up to you." Her colleague Zhang Shihhan came up in high heels, her tone as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Meng Sixian looked up, her expression blank: "Okay, what kind of guest is it?"

Zhang Shihhan gestured towards the downstairs area and lowered her voice: "That young man with blond hair, probably just here for the cheapest haircut. Go wash his hair."

Their disdain was undisguised. In their eyes, this kind of young man was the least valuable customer in the store, and his personal hygiene was not good, so it was naturally Meng Sixian, who had the worst performance, who had to wash him.

Meng Sixian did not refute, but silently put away her phone and went to prepare the towel and cape for washing her hair.

She wasn't without resentment, but she mostly accepted it with a numb indifference.

She needs this job, she needs to stay in the big city, even if it's just washing hair for people in a place like this.

As long as I can practice my skills, it doesn't matter who I wash the clothes for.

She walked to the top of the stairs and looked down.

The "yellow-haired guy" my colleague mentioned was walking up to the second floor. He was tall and thin, but he didn't have the usual carefree attitude of a typical young man, and his clothes weren't that low-class either.

The yellow bowl cut hairstyle and the pimples on his face just didn't quite match.

Meng Sixian took a deep breath, walked to the top of the stairs, and bowed slightly: "Hello sir, I am Meng Sixian, a beautician. Please follow me."