The sickly one in F4 was the group's darling.

Bai Ci quickly packed some things and then set off alone for the old town market.

In the old town market, there were hardly any people in the early morning. The stalls were crookedly erected, and rows of clothes fluttered gently in the morning breeze.

Bai Ci stood at the entrance of the market, her eyes slightly widened as she stared at the chaotic yet vibrant scene before her.

He subconsciously twitched his nose slightly, and all sorts of smells rushed towards him.

The air was filled with the aroma of freshly steamed white steamed buns, mixed with the steam from fried dough sticks and soy milk, and a faint fishy smell wafting from the seafood stalls in the distance.

This was completely different from the fragrance of grass, trees, and flowers he was used to smelling in the deep mountains, yet it was not unpleasant at all.

This is an atmosphere unique to the mortal world, filled with the smoke and fire, yet brimming with vibrant and passionate life.

"Let's go, Bai Bai, let's pick out something to make a good impression," Xiao Qi encouraged him.

Bai Ci followed the crowd into the market, and the morning light leaked through the gaps in the plastic canopy roof, dappling his face.

He had fair skin, sharp and defined features, yet gentle and warm lines. His eyes were very light in color, like the clear, shallow water of a mountain stream, thoroughly soaked by sunlight. He was slender, and in the bustling, noisy marketplace, he stood out as clean and aloof as a mountain pine tree that had strayed into the human world.

Passersby glanced at him a couple of times as they walked by.

An older woman carrying a shopping basket muttered to her companion, "That kid is so handsome, like he came straight out of a TV show."

His companion glanced at him and said, "He's just too skinny; he looks like he could be blown away by the wind."

Bai Ci's ears twitched, but he pretended not to hear and plunged into the first stall.

The middle-aged men's clothing stalls were filled with dark-colored black and blue jackets, pilling striped polo shirts, and casual pants so wide that two people could fit inside.

Bai Ci tried to take off a navy blue jacket, and when he unfolded it, he saw that it was XXXL, big enough to fit two of him.

The stall owner was measuring the waist of a chubby man without even turning his head: "Young man, buying this for your dad? This one's fine, it's durable."

Bai Ci hung the clothes back up: "They're too big."

The chubby uncle turned his head to look at Bai Ci, then at the XXXL jacket, and chuckled: "With your small frame, this could be used as a blanket."

The stall owner glanced over and looked Bai Ci up and down: "You're good-looking, but too thin. Eat more meat, young man."

Bai Ci didn't say anything and moved away from the stall.

Xiao Qi said, "If you wear this to a family banquet, Bai Yanzhi will say, 'Why are you wearing the old man's clothes?'"

Bai Ci quietly moved to the women's clothing section next door, and couldn't take her eyes off it after just one glance.

The shelves were full of brightly colored floral shirts, dazzling sequined knitwear, and piles of bright red lantern pants.

He didn't intend to buy it, but he was naturally drawn to shiny things and stared at the sequined shirt for a long time.

Xiao Qi immediately became alert: "If you dare touch that sequined shirt, I'll pin the video of you getting hit in the face while picking up a shoe today to the top of the system for the rest of your life."

A middle-aged woman browsing clothes nearby picked up a sequined shirt and held it up against herself. Turning her head, she saw Bai Ci and chuckled, "Young man, are you buying this for your mom? It makes her look younger!"

Bai Ci shook her head: "No..."

The older woman patted him on the shoulder: "Then you can't wear it, it's too sparkly, your boyfriend will run away." After saying that, she chuckled and stuffed the sequined shirt into her shopping bag.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ci withdrew his gaze and then walked to another stall selling young men's clothing, where he began to carefully search for suitable clothes.

The selection criteria came entirely from the original owner's remaining memories—Bai Yanzhi's words "dress decently," and the clothing of the people he saw in St. Andrew.

He picked up a short-sleeved T-shirt covered in silver sequins, examined it carefully for a while, and whispered to Xiaoqi, "This...doesn't it look expensive?"

In his mind, shiny things equal preciousness and respectability.

The stall owner, a young man in his early twenties, was leaning back in his chair playing a game. Hearing the noise, he looked up, saw Bai Ci's face, and his finger paused on the screen, almost getting killed by the AI.

"Holy crap," he muttered, putting down his phone and standing up. "Hey handsome, what do you want? This sequined one is new; it'll definitely look good on you."

Bai Ci asked him, "How much?"

"Ninety-eight, let me round it down to ninety."

Bai Ci flipped the price tag over and silently put it back.

The stall owner didn't give up and picked up another black, flashy T-shirt: "How about this one? It's printed, you'll definitely look good in it."

As he said this, his gaze lingered on Bai Ci's face for a moment, and his tone was so sincere that it didn't sound like he was selling something. "Really, your face is too pale; wearing black will make you look better."

Bai Ci shook his head again.

The stall owner sighed, sat back down to play his game, and muttered, "So good-looking and so stingy."

Xiaoqi was laughing uncontrollably in the system.

Bai Ci saw a fluorescent green sweatshirt with the huge English letters "ROCK STAR" printed on it at another stall.

He stared at the letters for a long time. The original owner's English vocabulary was limited, and after a while, he asked, "Is this the word 'star'?"

A college student-looking guy passing by glanced at it and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Dude, this is 'Rock Star'."

Bai Ci looked up at him, and the boy waved his hand: "Nothing else, it's just... you really will glow when you wear it." After saying that, he smiled and walked away.

Xiaoqi joked, "That's a 'rock star,' not a star. And this color... do you know what you'd look like in that? Like a lost fluorescent green cabbage."

"Bye-bye." Xiao Qi's voice became extremely serious. "I rarely use the word 'curiosity,' but your aesthetic sense today makes me want to use it twice."

"...What is 'grotesque'?"

"It's so strange that you want to look at it more, but after you look at it, you'll have nightmares."

Bai Ci pursed her lips and continued searching.

After two unsuitable outfits, Bai Ci looked at a simple, normal-looking white shirt and jeans, but upon seeing the price tags, her heart sank instantly.

A regular white shirt starts at 58 yuan, jeans start at 78 yuan, and even the thinnest jacket costs 80 or 90 yuan.

Bai Ci stood in front of a white shirt for a long time.

The fabric feels fairly comfortable, it's pure cotton, and the buttons are neatly sewn. The price isn't expensive, but it's over his budget.

"After buying this shirt, I'll only have a little over fifty left," Bai Ci murmured to himself.

Xiaoqi truthfully replied, "The money left is simply not enough to buy pants and a jacket. I can't just wear a shirt and go to a family dinner with bare legs."

"......never mind."

Bai Ci walked away, but the touch of that white shirt lingered on my fingertips.

He silently noted down the price, planning to come back and grit his teeth and buy it if he couldn't find anything more suitable later.

After browsing through most of the clothing stalls in the market, I found that the cheap clothes were either old-fashioned and looked like something my dad would wear, or flashy and looked like stage costumes, or the prices were simply prohibitive.

Younger-style shirts, hoodies, and light jackets are priced at fifty or sixty yuan and up, with slightly nicer ones going straight for seventy or eighty yuan, completely exceeding the budget.

Now, only the last stall in the corner of the market remained unvisited; it was his last hope. Bai Ci walked over to it.