Chapter 19

As soon as Jiang Xiaoyuan spoke, Helen and Xiao K both lifted their heads and looked at her with a look of 'this woman must be stupid'.

After being stunned for a moment, Xiao K burst out laughing with uneven big teeth. Halfway through the laughter, he realized that he had become arrogant and embarrassed. He quickly reached out to cover his mouth and completed the difficult action of "elegant smile" with a vomiting posture.

From a hair washing girl to an intern technician, it usually takes about a year, and those who learn quickly also take less than half a year. Even though intern technicians usually do relatively foolish things, the store has high requirements for them.

They first have to memorize a whole book of dyeing, perming, and cutting techniques for different hairstyles, a process called "memorizing recipes", and then they have to test their hands on plastic models.

Young people have good memory, and "memorizing recipes" can be a quick move, but it's not practical. There are many skills involved, which usually need to be taught by experienced technicians.

Not to mention the fact that there was not enough time for her to cram, it remains to be seen whether anyone would be willing to take Jiang Xiaoyuan along with her unlucky popularity.

Helen is much more straightforward than Little K: "I think you should blow your hair neat first before we talk

Jiang Xiaoyuan blocked her chest in one breath and pushed it back directly, "You wait and see

She put down these harsh words, strode confidently through the store, and walked back to her dormitory with a queen like demeanor.

Unfortunately, the narrow sleeping quarters of the 'Queen' lack grandeur and resemble a cold palace.

At this time, there was no heating indoors, and the room she lived in was facing west. The west wing room was cold in winter and hot in summer, filled with a damp atmosphere all year round, even colder than outside. His Majesty Jiang was alone in the cold palace for twenty minutes, and the fire in his heart was finally extinguished by the surrounding temperature.

She gradually regained her senses and finally launched the regret program belatedly.

Jiang Xiaoyuan thought to herself, why is she so angry and unwilling to accept Qilian's money?

Since she has already accepted one favor from the lighthouse assistant, what if she borrows his remaining shade again?

Jiang Xiaoyuan remembered the nonsense she had released and wished she could cover her face. She couldn't even afford a piece of autumn and winter clothes at the moment, so why was she daydreaming about her wallet smashing her face?

This face saving poor life!

And she was surprisingly quick witted, saying in front of Helen and Little K that she wanted to participate in the assessment. Isn't this nonsense?

If she could be admitted as an intern technician in such a short period of time, even a sow could climb a tree.

The queen's crown fell to the ground with a loud 'click', shattering into a pile of broken copper and iron.

Jiang Xiaoyuan lay on her back in bed like mud, staring blankly at her weathered old face on the ceiling. She flipped over a few times like a pancake and struggled for a long time in her deeply rooted waste and face that was bigger than the sky.

Finally, the east wind struggled to crush the west wind - her face won.

Jiang Xiaoyuan couldn't take back the spilled water she said, so she had to take risks on her own: either fight back or wait for someone to face her.

Anyway, I also have the potential to become the top scorer, "Jiang Xiaoyuan muttered to herself.

Then she stuffed her face into the pillow and thought sadly, "What should I do? Top scorer, I'm embarrassing you

The lighthouse assistant gave her her lifelong dream, but Jiang Xiaoyuan still couldn't find her way.

Stories always love to tell the process of grassroots struggle, where the protagonists start off as useless losers and eventually become incredible winners in life, making the audience feel so happy, as if as long as they make up their minds, they can also turn ugly ducklings into swans.

But upon closer reflection, isn't it a very rare thing for a person to live with pursuit and goals?

At least Jiang Xiaoyuan doesn't have it.

So many people in the world live a mediocre life - as they grow older, they choose a school with high scores and cost-effectiveness, marry someone from the same family, buy a house and car that their family can afford, do a job with similar income, work by department like others, slack off during the day, watch TV after work, occasionally read some inspirational chicken soup to relax their body and mind, day after day, year after year.

How many people know exactly what they really want?

Not to mention whether they can persevere.

Jiang Xiaoyuan also wants to live a themed life like a lighthouse assistant, and thinking about it makes her feel passionate.

Unfortunately, at this stage, her life theme is only one - poverty.

Her heart was towering above the sky, overlooking the human world from a high vantage point, with nowhere to land. However, she was in the mortal world, oppressed and despised by people back and forth, holding a breath of soaring air in her chest, but unable to find the point of launch.

Jiang Xiaoyuan curled up and fell asleep in such a suffocating state, and even had a dream where she went to see a fashion new product launch and bought everything she liked in one breath, finally relieving her depression.

When she woke up, she couldn't even afford a winter outfit.

The next day at work, no matter how much Jiang Xiaoyuan wished that the incident of getting angry with Helen and the others the night before had not happened, the fact still stood coldly in front of her.

She pushed open the door and entered the salon, only to find that her words had not only become spilled water, but also twisted into a pit on the ground - but in just one night, Xiao K and the others had spread her shamelessness throughout the entire salon, and everyone's eyes were filled with sympathy and ridicule.

Jiang Xiaoyuan's fighting spirit, which had been declining three times the night before, was forced to step forward and tearfully rise to the challenge, saving her precarious self-esteem.

That day, Jiang Xiaoyuan didn't rest all day, nor did she pretend to read those travel magazines. As long as she had a little free time, she would follow behind Chen Fangzhou eagerly, staring at his amazing hands.

At first, Chen Fangzhou was not careful and was blocked by her several times before asking in surprise, "If you don't work hard, why are you following me? Don't you want this month's performance

Jiang Xiaoyuan was reminiscing in her heart about the few actions he made to cut the sea for others. She secretly gestured with both hands below and responded absentmindedly, "If you don't have enough vinegar money, don't give it up. Just think of me as investing in myself first

The guests were all amused by her, and Chen Fangzhou looked at Jiang Xiaoyuan's face in the mirror, shook his head, and followed her.

He always felt that this girl had a bit of delusions. She always looked at the world from the perspective of a wealthy person and would be extremely poor all day long, which was very similar to his middle school years - Mr. Chen was also a non local youth at that time, always thinking about saving the world. He was fooled and ran away with her, creating a lifelong black history that could not be washed away.

The world is so noble and cold, who needs to save it?

Boss Chen: "Why don't you adjust it

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Mr. Chen, can I participate in next month's evaluation

Sure, "Chen Fangzhou agreed," the key is to participate

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "How much salary should I get if I pass the exam

Chen Fangzhou didn't even lift his eyelids and said, "One hundred thousand a month

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Mr. Chen, I am very serious

Chen Fangzhou gave her a troubled look and said, "I'm also very serious - please, go ahead and play, don't mess with me

Jiang Xiaoyuan walked away with a huff, and after a while, she came back with a small notebook. While watching Chen Fangzhou cut her hair, she took notes of every action and technique she saw, and even added some deconstructive pictures below.

Half a day later, Jiang Xiaoyuan only washed two heads and recorded seven or eight hairstyles.

Mr. Chen finally had a moment of leisure. While drinking water, he took out her notebook and was surprised - he first noticed that her handwriting was very good, although it couldn't be called calligraphy, but compared to the crooked and twisted styles in the store, it was just too decent. Then Chen Fangzhou found that her paintings were also good. Although Jiang Xiaoyuan graduated from the ashtray department, she also learned sketching. Although her level was not very good, she could still intimidate outsiders.

In the eyes of Mr. Chen, who has not seen much of the world, this casual notebook can be called a work of art.

Chen Fangzhou: "Are you really planning to participate in the evaluation

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "More real than a needle tip

Chen Fangzhou: "Did you even reduce the workload for this matter

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Hmm

Chen Fangzhou looked at her summer outfit with the wrong style of painting and said, "If your performance-based pay is reduced, you won't have enough money to buy clothes. What should you do? Keep it frozen

Jiang Xiaoyuan was stubborn and waved her hand, saying, "This is not a big deal

Chen Fangzhou fell silent, and Jiang Xiaoyuan thought he would be moved by her own spirit. She was proudly preparing to receive praise.

However, he put the book back in her arms and said, "Little sister, Mount Taishan is not a pile, and the train is not a push. I advise you to be down-to-earth and not aim too far."

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

She glared at Mr. Chen's back with anger and said to herself, "I still have to pass the exam

So, Jiang Xiaoyuan began her crazy last-minute cramming. After the store closed at night, she didn't even have time to eat, so she hurriedly picked up a plastic model and took it back to study.

In the morning, she no longer slept in and got up early, holding a pile of old hair styled magazines to recite and memorize. She was so dizzy and confused that she couldn't remember them.

Jiang Xiaoyuan had to regain her sketching skills and found a lot of waste paper in the store, drawing them one by one and pasting them in the room.

Sometimes she would carefully mark what kind of face shape is suitable for what kind of hairstyle based on her more than 20 years of experienced beauty history.

As for the practical application - plastic models are not wool, they will grow long after being cut. It is already very wrong for her to secretly take them back and speculate. It is impossible to cause harm with scissors again. Jiang Xiaoyuan had to recall Chen Fangzhou's appearance and awkwardly used an empty scissors to "crack" in the air.

She painted models, figures, Chen Fangzhou's hands, and sharp knives flying up and down... There was no one to teach her by hand. Chen was busy all day long, and no one else interacted with her. Jiang Xiaoyuan could only desperately record various scenes and bring them back for review at night.

This undoubtedly takes a lot of time. Jiang Xiaoyuan used to be able to sleep from midnight to noon the next day, counting the entire time, but now she has squeezed her sleep time to within six hours.

She doesn't eat well, can't sleep well, and is still wearing out of season clothes. As the weather gets colder, even the air conditioning in the store can't save her. When did Jiang Xiaoyuan experience such hardship? After persisting in this way for three days, she had thick dark circles under her eyes, dry skin on her mouth, and lost a lot of weight like dehydration.

On the the fourth day, when she opened her eyes in the morning, she felt that something was wrong with her whole body. She sneezed and almost dislocated her chin before finding that she had caught a cold.