Although there was a strong desire to complain inwardly, considering the customer in front of him was akin to God, the store manager swallowed those words back.

"Put yourself in someone else's shoes," he thought, "it's not easy being God, I should sympathize a bit."

——According to unofficial historical records, God once tried to grab Lao Da's jersey before he fell, but ultimately he found himself powerless.

Oh my man, God, what can I say? 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Why is Lao Da so bad?

"Handsome, how would you like it cut?" After washing Lin Li's hair, the store manager asked him while draping the hair styling cloth over him.

"Just trim it a little, don't cut it too short." Lin Li slightly lifted his eyes, looking at the store manager in the mirror as he made his request.

"Alrighty!"

Though the store manager agreed quickly, Lin Li didn't let his guard down.

Based on his own and others' painful life experiences, barbers belong to a separate biological category. They have their own language, and it's almost impossible for them to understand human requests, especially when it comes to haircuts or perms.

There was once, when Lin Li was a child getting his hair cut at another shop.

The barber also asked Lin Li "Handsome, how should I cut it?"

At that time, Lin Li responded "Don't cut directly or use clippers, please lift and cut" — this would ensure he kept a guaranteed length and wouldn't end up too short.

Although the barber seemed a bit troubled, he still nodded and agreed, then proceeded to lift and cut——

"Brother~ see how I clipped it like this, is it okay~?"

Lin Li: "(•́へ•́╬)!!"

Dammit!

That damn barber, even his voice got all sweet.

A big man clipped out a sugary cute girl voice, making little Lin Li hear it to death at the time.

Thus, although it wasn't his first time at this shop and although the store manager seemed a bit more reliable, Lin Li still stared at the mirror with eyes as round as copper bells throughout the haircut, ready to discuss and confirm any subtle moves immediately with the manager.

In fact, one of the core reasons many people end up disfigured after a haircut is because they're too embarrassed to speak up.

They want to say a few words but run through drafts countless times in their heads, even until it's over, they haven't said anything. Finally, they finish the cut, blow-dry it, stare unsatisfactorily at themselves in the mirror, but when the barber asks how it is, they actually nod, say it's okay, then go home to brood, dropping tiny pearls of frustration.

The other reason is nearsightedness.

Lin Li isn't nearsighted, but according to Zhang Haoyang, whenever he has a haircut, due to his nearsightedness, his eyes always feel like there's still a lot of hair during the cut, but after the cut is done, and he puts on his glasses, oh jeez, where's the bald little egg?

After Zhang Haoyang had that haircut and walked out of the barber shop, he vaguely saw a few monkeys holding sticks beating up the barber.

Time passed.

"Whew—"

Finally, the store manager breathed a sigh of relief and asked to confirm:

"Is this final look okay?"

There wasn't actually much hair on the ground, but it did take almost an hour — most of it spent on fine adjustments.

It's not annoying though; with more money spent, more work is reasonable. Most people really hate when there's little money spent but lots of work.

"Okay, let's wash the hair." Lin Li looked around, even used Divine Sense to feel the length of the hair in the back, nodded satisfactorily.

A cut that feels like it hasn't been cut — Lin Li believes this is the highest state of haircutting.

Once everything was done, after confirming with the store manager what time the shop would open tomorrow, and booking a blow-dry time, Lin Li randomly found a restaurant to eat at, then went home.

As for the evening, there's nothing much to say.

Chatter, romance, nonsense, training, Lin Li occasionally played a few rounds of games to relax, sometimes playing more.

...

The next day, morning.

The weather forecast and "Celestial Secret Mirror" didn't deceive him, it was cloudy, the sky was a calm lead gray, the clouds weren't too dense, but not too thin either, covering the sky.

To be honest, it's quite suitable for going out to play.

After practicing "Expanded Eight-section Exercises," although nowadays because of the weather and his physical condition, Lin Li almost doesn't sweat anymore, he still took a shower.

Question: Why did Lin Li smell his towel after showering and drying off his body?

Answer: Because of the tulip.

Alright, it has nothing to do with tulip, it's just Lin Li indulging in his own beauty and aura.

"Elephant~ Elephant~ why is your nose so long~"

"If I were Shin-chan, I guess the elephant would have to avoid my sharpness."

Lin Li somewhat doubts, whether "Lingding Ocean's Lament" was a poem written by Wen Tianxiang when he passed by Chengdu's bathhouse?

And "Lingding Ocean's Praise of Lin Ding," is because those zeros were too short.

If Mr. Wen had seen Lin Li at the time, perhaps the poem would have been "Lingding Ocean's Praise of Lin Ding."

As for why Lin Ding was in Lingding Ocean, mind your own business about grown-up matters.

That's how showering is, suitable for singing, and for divergent thinking — or should I say going crazy.

After the craziness and shower, Lin Li came to the wardrobe, didn't need to worry about what to wear today because he had already agonized over it last night.

Now just need to put on what's decided last night.

Lin Li also carried a crossbody bag, which currently had nothing inside.

As for why do this, it's meant to disguise his "Qiankun Ring" and "Fire Separation Sword Nourishing Gourd."

To be honest, Lin Li at this point can 'take out' too many things from thin air, if needed, he could even pull out a machine gun — a Doomsday World thing Shi Dongchen once gave him.

Just casually putting some things in the bag and make it look bulging like Zeng Ziang's lion, it would be handy for use later as a four-dimensional pocket like Doraemon's.