The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

Zhou Yun's death only caused a small ripple in Kyoto, which was soon replaced by something new.

Although the two siblings in the Zhou family were heartless, their bond was extremely deep. When Zhou Chi received the news of his sister's death in prison, he was so grief-stricken that he couldn't even collect Zhou Yun's remains.

What they didn't know was that after Teacher Gao's death, Su Ran became even more terrifying than she had imagined.

Even with the prison cell protecting him, Su Ran had no intention of letting Zhou Chi, the person who truly caused Teacher Gao's death, go.

If others knew Su Ran's thoughts, they might say without hesitation:

"He's just an ordinary teacher, is it worth it?"

Su Ran would answer him very seriously:

"worth."

He was like a father to her; he was more like a father than that hypocrite Shi Zheng.

During the National Day holiday in October, Qingcheng Conservatory of Music will have a 7-day holiday, and Gu Cai's concert will be held as scheduled on October 5th.

At the private styling salon, many staff members were bent over and gathered at the entrance, their eyes full of admiration.

"Wow, she's so pretty, with that silver-gray hair."

"Her fingers are so long, oh dear, she's playing with coins."

"I wish I could be that coin and be played with by her!"

"Stop your insolent and rabid remarks!"

Su Ran sat inside listlessly, letting the stylist style her hair. She held a silver coin between her long, slender fingers and flipped it back and forth rhythmically.

Her short, languid hair had been dyed silver-white, and she wore a silver metal sculpted mask on her face. A silver cross earring adorned her right ear, and even her mysterious and captivating eyes were now being carefully fitted with silver-gray contact lenses by the stylist.

The stylist's hands were shaking.

She had never been so close to such a stunning beauty who could captivate everyone without even seeing her face; the fragrance emanating from her alone was enough to suffocate her.

Seeing that the stylist had been working on it for ages but still couldn't get the colored contact lenses in, Su Ran couldn't help but say:

"If you really can't put it on, then you shouldn't wear it."

There was no intention to reprimand her; she had been sitting there for a while and decided to get up and walk a few steps.

"No, no, it's been so long since I've helped others put on braces, I'm a little rusty. Give me two minutes, I'm sure I can do it!"

The stylist strongly objected, insisting on personally putting colored contact lenses on Guiyin!

The stylist was crying out in his heart:

Isn't it just beauty?

She can handle it!

She always thought it was exaggerated for handsome and beautiful male and female protagonists in anime to be followed by a group of screaming female fans, until she saw Ghost Voice, and felt that anime was still a bit too subtle.

As long as she could keep Ghost Voice's eyes on her, she was willing to undergo gender reassignment for her!

After finally getting the colored contact lenses on, the stylist felt that this was the greatest work she had ever done since she started working in styling.

Su Ran stood up, dressed in a silver-white suit with punk elements, looking like a prince straight out of an anime.

She tossed the coin into the box on the table and picked up the black guitar that was lying to the side.

Li Yu walked in.

"Teacher Guiyin, the car to pick us up has arrived."

"Yeah." She nodded.

Just as I was about to go out, a woman in a black dress walked briskly towards me.

With a crisp "smack," the woman slapped the stylist across the face.

"A famous fashion guru, my foot! I told you, I want to be the most beautiful one on the red carpet! Look how awful the styling you did for me is!"

Stylist Lina covered her face and remained silent, clearly not daring to offend this woman.

She simply said quietly, "Let me give you a new look."

"Change? I said I wanted to wear Su Ran's natural makeup. I refuse to believe that I, a female celebrity in the entertainment industry, am inferior to an ordinary person!"

Since Su Ran's running training photos went viral, she has been ridiculed online.

That's right, the woman is Gong Yan, who always plays stunningly beautiful women in movies and TV dramas.

The stylist was in a dilemma:

“You and she are not the same type. Even if I had eight hands, I could never turn you into someone like her.”

"What are you doing as a stylist? Who said I have to look like her? I'm going to be more beautiful than her, don't you understand? Or are you deliberately trying to sabotage me and make me embarrass myself on the red carpet today?!"

“I didn’t think that way about Miss Gong,” she said urgently.

"So you think that bitch Su Ran is prettier than me?"

"No."

"Am I prettier or is that bitch prettier?"

“…Miss Gong, Miss Gong is beautiful.”

"Damn it! You hesitated before answering! What were you hesitating about? You didn't mean what you said at all!"

Gong Yan raised her eyelids with a sarcastic look, her expression contemptuous and arrogant. The thought of the red carpet made her angry again, and she reached out to slap Lina again.

But they were stopped by someone.

Turning her head, she saw silver-gray hair and sharp eyebrows that revealed a nonchalant indifference, which aroused a desire to conquer him in her eyes.

But when he saw the rise and fall of the other person's chest, the desire to conquer in his eyes quickly died down.

"Who are you? Mind your own business!"

Su Ran frowned and shook off the woman's wrist.

"If you want to spend a few days in jail, then continue."

Gong Yan laughed angrily, "What? You? You want to lock me up? Don't you know who you are or what you're worth?"

Because Guiyin's appearance was different from usual, she did not recognize that the person in front of her was Guiyin.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many days, Su Ran knew about Gong Yan. She was said to be the kept woman of a powerful figure, extremely arrogant and domineering in the industry, always receiving the best resources, and no one dared to offend her.

Su Ran didn't care who she was. Even if the other party was the King of Heaven, if she offended her, she would have to crawl to his feet!

The little butterfly whispered:

[Host, this woman is fierce and likes to hit people. She's clearly a product of a failed family upbringing. Besides, all the minor celebrities she disliked or who were prettier than her have been blacklisted. This person is too difficult to deal with.]

After listening to the story expressionlessly, Su Ran looked coldly at Gong Yan.

"I only have three minutes. First, you have to call yourself a slut in front of everyone. Second, you have to apologize to the stylist."

How can someone forgive others as if they didn't hear it when they hear them insulting them?

She's not made of clay; can't she get angry when the other person keeps calling her a "bitch"?

Gong Yan laughed angrily, looking at Su Ran with disdain.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm giving you three minutes right here. Kneel down and kowtow to me, and maybe I'll let you off the hook if I'm in a good mood."

“Okay, kneel down,” Su Ran said.

Everyone was shocked!

Before Gong Yan could even put on a smile, her knees were suddenly subjected to a force that caused her to buckle uncontrollably, her kneecaps slamming heavily against the marble floor!