Chapter 396: Haircut

Chapter 396: Chapter 396: Haircut

"You all? You really don’t trust me?" Lily Hart sneered, brandishing the scissors.

Frost Shaw waved his hands frantically. "No, that’s not it! Owen Warren volunteered to be the first one!"

Leo Colby couldn’t help but laugh. You could hear the guilt in Frost Shaw’s voice. In the past, whenever there was a chance to get close to Lily Hart, he was always scrambling to be first.

Lily Hart huffed, grabbing the scissors and marching toward Owen Warren.

He was suddenly filled with regret. Boss Hart’s expression was terrifying, especially with those scissors in her hand.

She looked like she would snip *that thing* off if you misbehaved!

’Wait, I’m a zombie. Do I even have one of those? I think so.’

Owen Warren closed his eyes and began to console himself. ’It’s fine. My hair can change shape at will anyway. I’ll just think of it as letting Boss Hart have some fun.’

With that mindset, Owen Warren quickly relaxed.

With his eyes closed, his other senses grew sharper.

Owen Warren felt Lily Hart lift the bangs from his forehead, then let them fall.

She hadn’t cut a single strand. She lifted them again, let them fall, and seemed to be sizing something up.

The room was eerily quiet. That group of men, usually so talkative, had fallen completely silent.

Owen Warren peeked open one eye and met Lily Hart’s intensely serious gaze.

He gave an awkward laugh. "What are you looking at?"

Lily Hart was dead serious, her eyes fixed on his hair. "I’m figuring out what hairstyle would suit you."

Then, like a magician, she whipped out her Light Brain and pulled up a gallery of images.

They were all trendy men’s hairstyles with a bunch of bizarre names.

Things like the Clipped Textured Crop, Piecey Layers, the Morgan Textured Crop, a 4-6 Part, Tight Curls, the Fluffy Crop, a Side Part, the Short and Choppy, the Mullet, and the Morgan Spiky Front.

In any case, you couldn’t possibly picture the hairstyle from the name alone.

The others crowded around to look. Seeing her audience, Lily Hart announced, "Come on, everyone pick one."

She said it as if she could actually pull off whatever they picked.

While they were picking out styles, Lily Hart was also searching. ’Is there some kind of barber robot? I’m really no good at this. A man’s hair is his calling card, after all. If I mess it up, I’m the one who has to suffer looking at it every day! Better play it safe.’

She finally found one: a barber robot. She even deliberately picked an expensive one, hoping for better results.

Frost Shaw and the others, just to be safe, all chose styles that looked especially simple and easy to cut. They were afraid Boss Hart was... all thumbs.

Who would’ve thought that after they made their choices, Lily Hart would just pull out a robot, calling it a "barber robot"?

The moment they saw it, the men immediately started pointing at their favorite styles.

They all started talking at once. "I want this Textured Micro-Crop!"

"Me, me, me! I want this one!"

"Then I’ll take this one, it looks great!"

Lily Hart stared at them, speechless. ’Men. They have zero faith in me!’

’Oh well. To be honest, I don’t have much faith in myself either.’

This wasn’t her area of expertise, after all. Once everyone had picked a style, it was still Owen Warren’s turn to be first.

Lily Hart programmed the style Owen Warren had chosen into the robot and hit the start button.

Owen Warren was a little nervous, but before his anxiety could fully kick in, the robot suddenly sprouted eight arms!

Each hand held a different tool: various types of scissors, combs, a water sprayer, and more.

A flurry of motion blurred past. Before anyone could even see what the robot was doing, the haircut was... finished.

The robot retracted its arms as if basking in a job well done, and everyone got a clear look at Owen Warren’s head.

It was a perfect match for the picture he’d chosen, and it suited his face perfectly. His good looks were taken to a whole new level.

"Wow~ This robot’s pretty skilled~" Lily Hart applauded.

With everyone staring at him, Owen Warren didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. In fact, he seemed even more confident.

He got up, went to the bathroom, and stared at himself in the mirror for a long moment. He emerged looking very pleased, running a hand through his new hair.

Seeing this, the others started scrambling to be the next one in the stool.

"Me first! Me first!" Roman Rowe hollered.

"Get out of the way!" Frost Shaw shoved him.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting! I’ll go!" Leo Colby chimed in.

The eventual winner, however, was Stan Sterling. While the others were lost in their chaotic scramble, he had quietly taken a seat on the stool.

Lily Hart watched, speechless, as she programmed Stan Sterling’s chosen style into the robot.

After another round of WHIRRING and SNIPPING, it was done. Wow, he’d picked the mullet.

It made his already fair face seem even more ethereal, giving him a unique and striking look.

’Not bad, not bad. A handsome guy and a skilled robot.’

Once everyone had their hair cut, Lily Hart had them all sit on the sofa. She even had the "little guys" stand behind it and took a group photo.

She made sure to get everyone in the frame. The more she looked at the photo, the more pleased she became. ’Nice. This is perfect!’

A new hairstyle was like getting a whole new person.

’Everything feels fresh again~’

As it was nearly three o’clock, Lily Hart sent everyone home.

She had just seen them all off when she heard Tina Jacobs call out, "Lily, come quick! Someone just won a night market machine from a scratch-off!"

Lily Hart had just been about to sit down—she was already halfway there—but shot back up at the news, letting out a soft "tsk."

’Let’s see what it is this time.’

After getting out of her RV, she came face to face with four large words: Zhengxin Fried Chicken Cutlet.

’Isn’t it supposed to be a night market *machine*? This looks more like... a first-prize *shop*. And it’s already been redeemed, too~’

’Customers these days are so proactive.’

Lily Hart walked up to the shop. The owner was pacing around inside and grew visibly excited when he saw her. "You’re Boss Hart! I’m the one who won the first prize! The name’s Brock Finch! Yeah, Brock, like a rock!"

"Hello, Brock Finch." Lily Hart smiled and greeted him. "Come on, you can’t leave the shop here. I’ll take you to a good spot."

"Great!" Brock Finch responded immediately. He was just about to ask how they were supposed to move the shop...

...when he saw his entire shop rise into the air and start following behind Lily Hart at a respectful distance.

Brock Finch quickly followed, marveling at the magical sight while already dreaming of the wonderful life ahead.

As they passed through a lane of shops, Brock Finch’s eyes darted left and right. His hands started to itch seeing all the delicious food—cakes, milk tea, hot pot. He was getting hungry!

Lily Hart didn’t stop until they reached the very end of the lane. Brock Finch looked around and saw his shop was being placed last, right next to the night market area.

But that was fine. If he were a customer, he’d travel any distance for food this good.

Besides, this wasn’t even that far. The runs he made outside the base to kill zombies were much longer. Brock Finch was more than satisfied.

After setting down the Zhengxin Fried Chicken Cutlet shop, Lily Hart looked it over from side to side, then clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Come on," she called out, "let’s go check out the inside."

"Okay!" Brock Finch nodded, following her cheerfully.

The inside of the shop was simple and not very large, but it was fully equipped.

By the entrance was a two-tiered display case filled with various fried goods for customers to choose from: french fries, plum-dusted sweet potato fries, fragrant sesame spicy chicken, spicy chicken wing joints, black pepper chicken nuggets, salt and pepper popcorn chicken, Zhengxin chicken tenders...

Farther inside were three brand-new deep fryers, a freezer, and other necessary equipment.