Socially awkward person transmigrates into a villain, and he's going crazy for romance reality

The express car arrived in less than five minutes.

As soon as he entered the carriage, the coolness made Chi Yining's eyes narrow slightly.

"Hello sir, are you the owner of the phone number ending in 5999? Is your destination Fenglin Pedestrian Street?"

Chi Yining: "Mm."

Please fasten your seatbelt.

Chi Yining: "Hmm"

The driver, a man in his forties, was still somewhat surprised when he saw Chi Yining with his green dreadlocks in the rearview mirror. His voice was quite deep, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Young man, you wouldn't happen to be that champion of the entertainment industry's 'dog-skin plaster' (a derogatory term for someone who is notorious for being a scoundrel), would you?"

Chi Yining: "..."

I'm fucking... I'll endure it.

Chi Yining gritted his teeth inwardly. The original owner had already become a household name! And had such a resounding reputation.

Chi Yining: "Hmm"

Then the driver said, "Young man, don't be angry. To be honest, with your hair and face, I advise you not to get this done. It'll be really scary at night. No young girls or boys will like it."

Chi Yining: "Thank you, thank you."

Doesn't he know it himself?! With that face, how many psychological trials did he go through to break through the crowd?!

These days, you can't even sit still on a bus, and this uncle is still trying to reason with you. How could he get angry? To be honest, he's just trying to persuade you; at least he didn't kick you off the bus like a ghost.

The driver noticed that Chi Yining seemed preoccupied and answered him in a cold tone. Had he said something too harsh? Or had he been criticized too harshly online?

Forget it, I won't hurt the young man's feelings. It would be bad if he developed psychological problems and jumped off a building.

Once the noise subsided, Chi Yining enjoyed the comfort brought by the car's air conditioning on this hot summer day.

My head doesn't hurt as much anymore, but my right elbow seems to have a lot of abrasions.

Just go back to the pharmacy and buy some ointment to apply.

Chi Yining's needs are very simple: a comfortable environment and a healthy body.

But right now, they not only lack a comfortable environment and good health, but are also heavily in debt.

About ten minutes later.

"We're here, young man."

"Thank you uncle."

After getting out, Chi Yining politely thanked him and closed the car door.

Back in the sunlight, he felt like his HP was constantly dropping...

With makeup soaked with sweat, she walked into a barbershop that looked like it shouldn't be too expensive, looking neither human nor ghost.

The store's decor and equipment are somewhat outdated, with a three-bladed ceiling fan slowly rotating on the slightly blackened white ceiling.

Perhaps because the shop is located in a shady spot, the indoor temperature inside is quite cool.

Chi Yining stood in front of the bald barber at the barbershop and looked at him.

His master was also watching him.

……

Half a minute passed like this...

Looking at the young man who had almost startled him, the barber finally couldn't help but ask, "What do you want? A haircut or something?"

Chi Yining: "Master, how much will it cost to undo my dreadlocks and dye them black?"

Master: "One thousand five hundred."

Chi Yining: "Eight Hundred"

Master: "One thousand three hundred"

Chi Yining: "Five hundred"

master:"……"

Looking at this expressionless, ghostly-looking young man, who could actually lower the price even further while haggling! This was the first time he'd ever seen anything like it!

The middle-aged master craftsman sighed helplessly and waved his hand: "Alright, alright, 800, go sit down."

Chi Yining: "I'm thirsty..."

master:"……"

Okay, all barbershops offer this service now, so their shop can't fall behind.

……

Two minutes later, looking at the completely transparent kettle, the bald craftsman fell into deep thought.

Then the young man said, "Uncle, I want to wash my face, do you have...face wash?"

That's progress! This time he even called me "uncle"!

"Go ahead, use the sink by the shampoo chair. There's face wash on the shelf, for men."

Even though he's middle-aged or elderly, he still has things like facial cleanser.

Five minutes later, the master looked at the young man who came out, and the cloth he was holding slipped onto the floor.