As it turns out, people only laugh when they are utterly speechless.
Inside the barber shop.
Sun Zhicheng glanced at the rare, shiny head in the mirror, overwhelmed by fits of laughter.
The apprentice looked at the trembling "winter melon" in front of him, feeling a bit troubled.
"Dude, don't move, okay?"
Sun Zhicheng wanted to spring up and start cursing angrily at the barber shop.
He wanted to go berserk, smash up this shabby shop, and make that heartless boss and foolish apprentice pay for his hair and... dignity.
What do they take me for?
A lab rat willing to pay for its own experiments!
"Dude, stop moving, there's another dent now," the apprentice complained, "It's almost done, but you're moving a lot, making it hard for me to work here."
Sun Zhicheng was on the verge of fury, but he took another look at his rare head.
He held back.
"Could you just shave it all off?" he forced himself to remain rational and suppress the demon inside.
