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"Alright."

Lin Miaomiao turned around and spoke in a casual, condescending tone.

"I can take you guys there this weekend. But let me make this clear beforehand—first, when we get there, you all need to mind your own business and not embarrass me. Hao Hao's friends are all worldly-wise; if you act all high and mighty, nobody will pay you any attention. On the other hand, if you're too forward and lower your standards, nobody will take you seriously either. Figure out the limits yourself, and don't blame me if you don't."

"Secondly, you can handle Xu Manman yourselves; it has nothing to do with me. If I hear any rumors about her, don't ever set foot in 404 again."

Wang Yali and Zhou Xin were overjoyed and readily agreed, their fawning manner was simply unbearable to watch.

Tang Tingting watched this scene from the side, her smile almost reaching her ears.

She had been roommates with Wang Yali and Zhou Xin for most of the semester, and knew their character all too well—they usually acted arrogantly in the dormitory because of Xu Manman's support, and they were too lazy to clean the common areas, leaving garbage bags piled up in the corridor and stinking without caring.

Now the tables have turned. Watching the two of them humbly beg Lin Miaomiao, Tang Tingting felt better than drinking an ice-cold cola on a sweltering summer day. She winked at Qingqing on the upper bunk, who understood and mouthed something in return:

Cool!

The two of them used to look down on them because of their relationship with Xu Manman. Now, seeing how they are now, the architect couldn't be happier.

After winning this battle, Lin Miaomiao's prestige in the dormitory skyrocketed.

After thanking them profusely, Wang Yali and Zhou Xin quickly retreated to their beds, barely daring to breathe.

"Alright, stop wasting time on unimportant people."

Lin Miaomiao clapped her hands, slung her designer bag over her shoulder, and her high heels clicked crisply on the ground.

"Girls, I'm going all out today! First, I'll take you to get your hair washed, styled, and done, then we'll go on a shopping spree at Deji Plaza! Show your best self tonight!"

"Long live Miaomiao!" Tang Tingting was the first to cheer and jump up. Chen Xiaoxue and Qingqing also quickly changed their clothes, and the four of them went out in a grand procession.

They went to Hair Code, the top salon near the university town.

The hairstylists here specialize in styling provincial TV hosts or online celebrities. A full wash, cut, and blow-dry can cost several hundred yuan, and VIP rooms require advance booking.

Previously, Chen Xiaoxue and her friends would at most peek from outside the door, but today, thanks to Lin Miaomiao's card, they swaggered into the private room.

Several people sat in a row in front of the mirror, enjoying the assistant's gentle shampooing and massage, while holding the store's complimentary elegant English afternoon tea and imported sparkling water. They felt so relaxed that every pore on their body opened up.

"Ladies, what style of hair would you like to do today? We just received a shipment of top-quality Japanese hair care oils. After using them on your hair, it will feel as smooth as silk."

Styling director Tony stood behind Lin Miaomiao, all smiles as he promoted the product.

"Use the best, arrange the full package for all four of us." Lin Miaomiao handed over the black card without blinking. "There's an important party tonight, so we need to look classy, ​​but not too shady."

"Don't worry, Miss Lin, I've got this covered!" Tony's eyes lit up when he received the big order, and he immediately called over the shop's top senior hairstylists to start working on it at the same time.

Just as they were halfway through getting their hair done, their heads covered in foam and curling irons, a series of loud high heels slammed against the floor outside the private room, followed by a sharp, somewhat spoiled female voice:

"I said I want VIP room number one! That's where I always sit. Why are you putting me in the lobby? Get your manager out here!"

The restaurant's head waiter, sweating profusely, followed behind, explaining, "Ms. Xu, I'm so sorry, but VIP room number one has already been booked out in advance. How about room number two? The terms are exactly the same..."

"Exactly the same? Does room number two have the same lighting and fragrance?" The owner of the voice was extremely impatient. "I had a street photoshoot scheduled for today. Can you afford to compensate me for wasting my time? I want to see which country bumpkin stole my spot today!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the six members of room 404, who were surrounded by the roar of a hairdryer, were all stunned for a moment.

Tang Tingting was the first to react. She turned off the hairdryer and craned her neck to look out of the private room.

Through the glass partition, all I could see was a girl in a Dior dress from the current season, wearing large sunglasses, standing at the door, pointing her finger at the supervisor and yelling at her. Behind her was a male photographer carrying a DSLR camera, standing there looking embarrassed.

Who else could it be but Xu Manman?

Xu Manman had originally planned to do a street photoshoot today, intending to get a perfect curly hairstyle to post on her WeChat Moments, and also to show off to the rich second-generation guy who had been stringing her along.

She was met with a cold shoulder as soon as she entered the store, and her already arrogant temper flared up instantly. She shoved the manager aside, strode to the door of VIP room number one, kicked open the slightly ajar glass door, and sneered:

"Who do we have here? So arrogant, daring to even enter my private room..."

Xu Manman's words were cut short as if she had been suddenly choked.

In the mirror, Lin Miaomiao was elegantly taking a sip of sparkling water. Her hair was styled in elaborate curls, and she exuded the fragrance of high-end essential oils. On the table, there was a black and white Chanel hobo bag, along with several large bags of freshly delivered fruit platters and desserts.

Tang Tingting, Chen Xiaoxue, and Qingqing were also sitting nearby, covered with luxurious dyed cloaks, watching Xu Manman standing at the door with a half-smile, half-looking gaze, as if they were watching a clown.

The air seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

Xu Manman's mouth was agape, her eyes behind her sunglasses wide open, and the arrogance on her face faded at a visible speed, replaced by shock and extreme embarrassment at being slapped in the face on the spot.

She never expected that the big client who booked the entire VIP room of the top salon was actually Lin Miaomiao, whom she usually looked down upon.

"Hey, isn't this Sister Manman?"

Lin Miaomiao slowly turned around, a flawless smile curving her lips, but her eyes were full of condescending provocation.

"What's wrong? Can't we do a street style photoshoot today? If there's really no space, I don't mind squeezing in a small stool for you to wash your hair in the corner."