Since the release of âHachiko,â Lin Yuan had been closely following the filmâs reactions, including news of people tricking others into seeing it. However, he never expected to witness a real-life victim right beside him.
He could only offer his sympathy.
On the second day, like usual, Lin Yuan got up early, freshened up, had breakfast and prepared to go to work.
It was almost December.
The weather was starting to get cold.
Lin Yuan, being the weakling that he was when it came to handling the cold, was already seriously considering wearing long johns. But considering winter had not officially arrived yet, he dispelled the idea. If he started wearing long johns now, what would he do when winter came?
He couldnât possibly wear two pairs of long johns, could he?
Lin Yuan could only put on a thick jacket and switch to a pair of denim pants with fur lining. He didnât put too much thought into his fashion choices. Although he wouldnât go so far as to wear brightly colored garments haphazardly, he also wouldnât study the art of clothing coordination.
This was related to his family environment in his childhood.
When it came to clothing, Lin Yuan was quite unfashionable in his childhood.
This had nothing to do with personal taste and everything to do with his familyâs economic status.
No matter how tasteful and fashionable a person, wearing patched up, outdated clothes and carrying a military-green backpack that had faded from years of use would inevitably give a rustic impression.
Lin Yuan didnât have many options, and he didnât care anyway.
Itâs just that Lin Yuanâs face had a natural elegance and charm that to some extent overshadowed his rusticity. In contrast to the rustic clothes, it accentuated a sense of other-worldliness.
Times have changed.
Now, Lin Yuan had earned a lot of money, and the quality of his clothes had improved. But his childhood habit didnât change, and he still wore whatever clothes he had without making any intentional efforts to dress up.
At least, this was the case until now.
As Lin Yuan dressed in these clothes to go to work, his brother Lin Xuan, who had gotten up late and was still eating breakfast, suddenly called out to Lin Yuan.
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âStop.â
âWhat is it?â
Lin Yuan looked at his sister curiously, ready to transfer money to her via his phone.
Every- time his sister inexplicably stopped him, it was basically to borrow some spending money.
However, Lin Xuan wasnât asking for money this time. She was looking Lin Yuan up and down, tut-tutting, âYou need a new wardrobe.â
âI think this is fine.â
Lin Yuan wasnât interested in this type of thing.
In his house, only Lin Xuan was fervent about fashion and dressing up. She would read the latest fashion magazines and study the clothes models wore. If she saw something she liked, she would buy it.
Not enough salary?
She could mooch off her brother.
Lin Xuan was no longer the poverty-stricken girl who had to decide whether or not to add a sausage to her instant noodles. The luxuries she had coveted in her childhood were now easily attainable with her brotherâs success. In addition to this, her own salary was not low, even higher than her peersâ salaries at the same position.
Silver Blue (their employer) was always extra generous with her.
However, today Lin Xuan seemed to be no longer satisfied with changing her own appearance. Her sights landed on her brother: âHow can the magnificent Xian Yu dress so casually? Doesnât your company have dress codes?â
âI think so.â
âAnd you dress like this?â
âNo one has said anything to me.â
Lin Yuanâs retort left Lin Xuan speechless. She gave him a dismal look, as if she had been struck by reality. After a moment, she managed to utter, âAnyway, my brother must dazzle. I have a day off today; Iâll take you to buy clothes!â
âI have clothes.â
âYour taste is too bad.â
Without giving Lin Yuan the chance to refuse, Lin Xuan got in her car, dragging Lin Yuan along: âEver since I started working, all your clothes have been bought by me online. From now on, let your sister help you buy your clothes.â
âOh.â
Lin Yuan was amenable.
Even though Lin Xuanâs current clothes were much higher-end than Lin Yuanâs, when Lin Xuan first started working, the clothes she bought for Lin Yuan cost a few hundred pieces each.
At the same price, Lin Xuan could have bought several outfits for herself, or even more!
Donât ask why the clothes were so cheap.
Lin Xuan had even bought several skirts online for ten-odd pieces each. She could even wear a single skirt for half the summer.
If she accidentally pulled and damaged it, she would feel distressed for several days.
Speaking of being poor, Lin Xuan was genuinely poor back then, nothing like she had told her younger brother and sister before she started working:
âWhen I start working and make money, Iâll buy myself the most beautiful dresses, the prettiest shoes, the sexiest blackâ¦â
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After she started working, she did buy some nice clothes and pants, but those were all for her younger siblings.
Anyone who knew Lin Xuan had no doubt:
After Lin Xuan got married, she would definitely be possessed by a demon of sibling assistance, both for her brother and sister.
In fact, Lin Xuan has always unabashedly shared her dream of marrying a rich man.
Unfortunately, this dream was abruptly dashed when Lin Yuan made a name for himself as Xian Yu.
Now, she herself is the ârich personâ.
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Taking Lin Yuan to the mall, Lin Xuan demonstrated the manner in which rich people buy clothes. That is, swiping credit cardsâ
Swiping the card.
Lin Yuan seemed to be a natural clothes rack.
Any clothing on Lin Yuan could always bring out the original design intention of the designer.
When the fifth outfit was packed up, Lin Yuan finally couldnât stand it: âThatâs too much.â
âThen letâs change the place.â
Lin Xuan reluctantly looked at the mall. There were still several pieces of clothing that she hadnât bought yet.
Most of these clothes were ones she had seen male models wear in magazines. From that moment on, she had been fantasizing about how Lin Yuan would look in these clothes. Today was simply the long-premeditated âGreat Brother Makeoverâ.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The results proved that the basic physical limits of those male models had limited Lin Xuanâs imagination.
If Lin Yuan hadnât pursued music and had become a model instead, their family would probably be wealthy by now.
âChange the place? Where to?â Lin Yuan sensed that his sister still had more plans.
âBarbershop. Iâve made an appointment with Master Toni.â
Lin Xuan grinned smugly, not giving Lin Yuan a chance to refuse. She swiftly drove him to a barbershop that the average person wouldnât even want to enter just by looking at it.
âIs this a legitimate establishment?â Lin Yuan was doubtful.
âYour sister is a Supreme member here.â
Lin Xuan walked in with overbearing steps. Lin Yuan reluctantly followed, and they were warmly greeted by the staff.
For some reason, Lin Yuan could see Senior Yao Huoâs shadow in the staffâs attitude towards Lin Xuan.
Of course, Lin Yuan also received a warm welcome.
During the hair washing, several female staff members nearly fought over who would wash Lin Yuanâs hair.
Lin Xuan rambled on the side, âYour hair is too long, and you donât like to groom it. This wonât do.â
Lin Yuan muttered, âWhy donât you bother Big Yaoyao instead?â
Lin Xuan confidently responded, âShe is still a student; itâs not good for her to be too flamboyant. Weâll talk about it after she graduates.â
Lin Yuan: ââ¦â
This was a habit of his since childhood, never cutting his hair until it reached a certain length.
To save money.
Latter, to save even more money, their mother bought their sister a pair of hairdressing scissors. Since then, Lin Yuanâs haircuts were mostly done by his sister.
Initially, the haircut was so odd that he had to wear a hat after it was done, but eventually, it was barely passable.
It proved that Lin Xuanâs haircutting skills needed improvement.
When Lin Yuan walked out of the barbershop, he was so dazed that he didnât even know what had happened, except that everyone on the streets was turning their heads to look at him. Even his sister, who was closest to him, licked her lipsâ
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Usually, Lin Yuan would also attract quite a few glances. He was used to it.
Today, however, the rate of turned heads was exceptionally high, so high that even Lin Yuan, who had grown up under peopleâs gaze, felt instinctively uneasy.
Of course.
One of the male clients being attended to in the barbershop excitedly pointed at Lin Yuan, âI want that hairstyle.â
Then, in the face of the barberâs twitching face, he was gently reminded, âSir, actually your facial features are better suited to your current hairstyleâ¦â
The client objected, âAre you telling me what to do?â
The barber was close to tears, âIâm sorry, I have limitations.â
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Youâre not even compatible with this version, bro!