Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Without heavy makeup, the natural appearance is revealed in the mirror.

Her facial features are delicate and soft, her eyelashes are thick, and her hair is probably naturally slightly curly and fluffy. It's a very beautiful face.

It is precisely because of her exquisite appearance that she has been ridiculed as a little girl since childhood.

People with outstanding looks always attract more attention, whether good or bad.

Without the addition of clothes and makeup, this is completely the face of a young man, just a little softer and more handsome.

Song Xun touched his stomach and decided to go out for a meal first.

996: "I'm afraid not."

Song Xun tilted his head: "Why?"

Half an hour later, Song Xun finally gave up and put down his phone, reluctantly accepting the fact that he not only had no money, but also owed a lot on his credit card.

Meng Qing is an out-and-out hedonist. He spends whatever money he earns. Some time ago, he even maxed out his credit card to buy a watch.

Today’s gifts cannot be cashed out, the earliest you can do so is tomorrow.

Song Xun had a bitter face and was complaining with resentment.

"You promised me that this world would help me choose a wealthy identity."

996: "The overpass and the rental house, which one is better?"

Song Xun stopped talking.

When he opened the door, he saw a somewhat empty living room outside. There was another room opposite, which was his roommate's roommate's room.

The kitchen inside is shared, with two induction cookers and pots.

Song Xun immediately identified the one on the right that was about to be covered in dust as his own, and next to it was an opened bag of noodles.

He can do this.

He washed the pot carefully, boiled water and put the noodles in it. Ten minutes later, Song Xun took out the noodles.

At this time, the sound of the door on the right being opened was heard. Song Xun did not turn around, wondering whether he should say hello first.

As a result, the next second, a very fierce voice rang out.

"Are you sick? Just take my noodles and eat them."

The young man looked displeased, and his handsome features revealed an undisguised disgust.

The chopsticks that Song Xun was holding accidentally fell into the pot, and the hot soup splashed on his palm. He hissed and quickly retracted his hand, turned to look at the man behind him, and put his injured hand behind his back like a child who had made a mistake.

The voice was embarrassed: "Sorry, I remembered it wrongly, I thought it was my noodles..."

The plot mainly revolves around the mission part, and the rest will not be introduced in detail. Song Xun saw the noodles were closer to him, so he cooked them without thinking much.

Xu Jiayan worked overtime until dark and came back. He was going to cook some noodles to get by, but he got a phone call saying that his design draft was rejected. He had to go back to his room to work overtime in dissatisfaction. The customer was not satisfied with his several revisions.

After finally dealing with the difficult customer, I saw my noodles had been cooked when I walked out the door.

Xu Jiayan has always had a bad temper. Just as he was about to start scolding, he got stuck the moment he saw the other party turn around and apologize.

He has always disliked his roommate, a grown man who wears makeup all day long, with eyebrows so thick that they seem to fly into the sky. He doesn't go to work and is always noisy in the room. He is very arrogant and rolls his eyes when he sees him, looking so noble.

But today's roommate seems a little different.

A clean and fair face with normal and smooth skin texture.

I don’t know if it was because of his harsh words or the heat from the cooking noodles, but my face turned slightly red.

Xu Jiayan's eyes unconsciously fixed on the thin red patch, and he swallowed the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

Song Xun raised his eyes and felt that the man opposite him was staring at him fiercely. He said carefully: "Can I return a bag to you tomorrow?"

Xu Jiayan realized that he had been staring at the man for too long, so he coughed and said in a less fierce tone, "Forget it. I'm not that stingy about a pack of noodles."

Song Xun didn't know how to respond to him. If he insisted on returning it, it would be like tacitly approving that the other party was stingy. But what if he was just being polite?

Xu Jiayan saw him standing there motionless with a thoughtful expression on his face, and said, "If you don't eat your noodles, they will become clumpy."

Song Xun lowered his head and saw that his noodles were almost drained of the soup. He picked up the bowl and said to Xu Jiayan, "Thank you."

Xu Jiayan's annoyance completely disappeared, and he felt relieved: "It's just a small thing, no need to thank me so much."

He looked at Song Xun and smiled at him shyly, then took the bowl back to the room and closed the door from the inside.

Xu Jiayan cooked another bowl of noodles and sat at the dining table in the living room. After taking a few bites, he looked at the closed door opposite and suddenly became unhappy again.

This shows that she still doesn't like him. There is a dining table in the living room but he insists on eating in the room. Sure enough, Meng Qing is still the same as before and has not changed at all.

In the room, Song Xun finished his noodles and didn't rush out to put down the bowl. He heard some noise outside and Xu Jiayan didn't return to his room.

He hasn't yet adapted to how to get along with his roommates.

Seeing that he had solved the problem of eating, 996 said, "Now prepare the photos. They need to be sent out today."

The gift for this live lottery is a selfie, and it just happens to cater to Jiang Shunchuan's taste.

However, Song Xun really doesn't know how to put on makeup. Not long ago, he was still disliking Meng Qing's exaggerated makeup style, and now he is the one being ridiculed by 996 in all aspects.

"Believe it or not, I will inform you tomorrow that the mission has failed. Jiang Shunchuan was scared away by your appearance."

Song Xun erased it and started over. 996: "Forget it, let's just leave it at that."

In the end, Song Xun only retained part of the makeup and simply drew a light layer according to the shape of the eyebrows and lips.

Things like eye makeup, contact lenses, highlights and contouring are completely difficult for Song Xun and there is no way to implement them.

With the assistance of 996, Song Xun followed the advice and tied the wig into a high ponytail, leaving some hair on the temples. She wore a loose white shirt with two buttons undone, just revealing her collarbone.

As a result, Song Xun took dozens of 996 photos but was still not satisfied. Finally, he became impatient and said, "You go away, I'll do it."

Song Xun was surprised: "You?"

His fuss and distrustful attitude irritated 996: "The level of technology in your world is child's play for me. Is there anything you can't accomplish?"

Song Xun was directed by 996 to sit on the table, with one hand on the table and his head slightly tilted.

On the photo stand, the phone interface seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, constantly adjusting, and finally freezing at a portrait photo of a person sitting on the desk with his eyes fixed on the camera.

Song Xun's aesthetic is really monotonous. I can't comment on the photos, but I just feel something is wrong.

It was clearly a very youthful picture, everything was very serious, but in this photo, there was an indescribable feeling... Song Xun couldn't describe it.

After changing back into clothes, Song Xun went outside to print out the photos and bought a photo frame to put them in.

When I was returning to the community's courier station, 996 stopped me and said, "Send it somewhere else."

Song Xun was reluctant to walk any further: "Why?"

996 said angrily: "Just go if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Song Xun muttered that 996 had a bad temper, and went to the express delivery station in the next community to send the photos.