LOL: I really didn't want to be a comedian!

Chapter 77 Surely no one would cyberbully me because of my hairstyle, right?

After LGD advances to the semifinals, the final semifinal spot will be decided between EDG and TES.

But this result is almost indisputable!
TES! The lion of the East, sailors operating this "aircraft carrier," the brand-new TES has brought new vitality to the LPL.

In four matches, TES swept the veteran team EDG 3-1.

"No suspense at all?"

In LGD's hotel, Flandre devoured half a McDonald's spicy chicken burger in one bite.

"The sailors are really strong!" Wheat Tip said, munching on a chicken nugget. "Their bot lane duo is all about bursting down the lane no matter who they're facing."

There was nothing that could be done about it; my brother had been holding back for too long during the off-season, and then he got tricked by RNG.

He was already close to the playoffs when he went on the field, and he only played two or three more games than Gnik throughout the entire spring season.

EDG has essentially run into the line of fire.

"Phew, the semifinals are out. I feel like TES might have a smoother run than us?" Di Wu couldn't help but stroke his chin.

FPX already exposed many problems in the regular season, and in the playoffs, they faced TES right away, with almost no chance of winning.

In other words, Top Esports has almost secured a spot in the finals in advance.

Di Wu slightly raised his head and looked at the "TES" team logo on the screen...

The more I look at it, the more it resembles a spinning top!
Cruel memories flooded back; in my past life, I had watched TES get whipped around by Hanwha and faint from sheer rage.

This time! I finally have the chance to try Top Esports myself.

At the Hongqiao Tiandi Performing Arts Center, JKL, who had just won the match, couldn't help but shiver. What was going on? He felt... a strange unease.
It's like... the dizziness you feel after spinning around multiple times.

"G God? Isn't your hair a bit too long? Why don't you consider getting a haircut?"

In LGD's hotel, Flandre's voice interrupted Di Wu's thoughts.

Want to get a haircut?

Di Wu touched his long hair; his bangs were already slightly covering his eyes, and the ends of his hair were quite long.

He has the type of hair that grows relatively quickly. The last time he got a haircut was at Teacher Piao's house, where he and Teacher Piao went to a newly opened barbershop next to the neighborhood.

That memory wasn't pleasant, but it was profoundly memorable.

The small shop, totaling only twenty or thirty square meters, had everyone from the front desk staff to the hairdressers and shampoo girls carrying walkie-talkies. Upon seeing this, Di Wu knew that the hair salon was no ordinary establishment.

Needless to say, Mr. Piao's haircut was done in a flash, a quick buzz cut was all it took. Di Wu, adhering to the principle of actively communicating with the hairdresser Tony, explained quite a bit, even specifying the exact length to be cut down to the centimeter. Tony, seeing his enthusiastic customer, naturally smiled and nodded, but…

When Tony made the first cut, Di Wu knew things were getting interesting.

Half an hour later, Di Wu would never forget the watermelon head in the mirror. It's hard to imagine just how terrifying this hairstyle, which even Di Wu's good looks couldn't withstand, was.
"Teacher Piao is 500 yuan, and that handsome young man is 2000 yuan! I'll give you a discount, so it'll be 2200 yuan together!"

???

Teacher Piao looked at Di Wu with some surprise: "No? Is it because he's more handsome that he charges more?"

"Oh, no, no!" The receptionist waved her hand with a smile, her expression seemingly mocking Mr. Piao for being unsophisticated.

"The main thing is! This guy got his hair cut by our art director, Mr. Long, so the price is different! Mr. Piao, you're just a designer, so of course it's cheaper for you to get your hair cut."

Art director? Designer?

Damn, this shop, including the hair washing area, only has 7 people at the front desk. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some listed company!

Di Wu gave a cold laugh: "2000? Are you giving it to me or am I giving it to you?"

"If I were to give it to you, I might have to go home and get the money from the kitchen!"

The look of surprise shifted to the receptionist, who gave a somewhat forced smile: "Sir, you're too kind..."

"I'm not kidding you!"

Two thousand yuan? For a hairstyle that costs two hundred and fifty yuan?
Is this hairstyle guaranteed to last? I'm practically asking for a knife fight!
A gentle breeze blew across Di Wushun's straight watermelon head, causing his hair to flutter slightly, making him look quite strange. He clearly had Cha Eunwoo's face, but he had a wheel-like hairstyle.

"Ahem, guests... are you not quite satisfied? How about I ask our manager to fix it for you?" The art director, Ah Long, walked over shakily.

Teacher Piao is a big client, isn't he? You can tell at a glance that he's the kind of rich, gullible guy. He's definitely going to become a long-term client.

"Store...store manager?"

Di Wu looked in the direction Ah Long was pointing and saw a fat man in a tight-fitting suit sitting at the door. The man had a layered hairstyle that his hairstylist often emphasized, with a small middle part.

"Hey! Boss, boss, sit down. Let me fix it for you. You know, I've been in this business for so many years, and my reputation is amazing. Ask around in the neighborhood, who doesn't know my name, Double-Knife Asiba?" The greasy middle-aged man wielded the barber's scissors with practiced ease.

"Wow? That's awesome! Absolutely amazing! Xiao Di, go fix that again, I'll wait for you! This shop manager seems pretty awesome, huh?" Teacher Piao was so impressed by this move that he nodded repeatedly: "A shop manager is a shop manager!"

"Hmm...can this be fixed?" Di Wu paused for a moment, then sat back down on the barber's stool.

Asiba's use of dual swords looks incredibly skillful and adept. Could there really be a master among them?

In fact, it turns out that the way you play with scissors has nothing to do with personal aesthetics.

"puff…"

Teacher Piao stood behind his seat, barely suppressing a laugh as he stared at Di Wu's short, center-parted hair...

Even though it was already very short, Asiba still stubbornly combed it into a middle part. No one knows how obsessed Asiba is with the middle part.

"Teacher Piao, what are you laughing at?"

"...No, I wasn't laughing! I...I was looking for a cigarette!"

"You are obviously smiling!"

"Ahem, I just remembered something happy... I feel like there's something missing from your hair?"

Teacher Piao casually picked up a small tuft of hair from the table and stuck it on Di Wu's philtrum, nodding in satisfaction: "Hmm~~ Right, right!"

"Piao Sang, why... do I feel an itchy sensation in my philtrum?"

"Wait a minute, my accent..."

"No medicine~ Yamete! Bababa... Baka!"

This shop... is it trying to live a simple, ordinary life?
A few minutes later, at the entrance of the barbershop, Di Wu touched his hair, which was the same style as Piao Laoshi's, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost lost my nationality while getting a haircut! That despicable "double-knife idiot" Tony the hairdresser who carelessly ruined other people's hair deserves to be drowned in a pig cage!
"Adi, I think he's pretty handsome! Hahahaha!"

"Stop laughing! Mr. Piao, if you think it looks good, then you cut it!"

Since that day, Di Wu has not cut his hair again, and it has been more than a month now.
It's grown this long already? And... is it time to gamble with my life again?
"Forget it! Let it grow a bit longer, it won't affect the game anyway!" Di Wu shook his head. Surely no one would cyberbully him because of his hairstyle, right?

"Come on! It's on me. I know a place..."

……

In Shanghai, in front of the hair salon recommended by Flandre, Diwu, Flandre, and Peanut stood at the door for a long time without going in.

"Hmm... is this shop... very expensive?" Peanut glanced at the decor of the barbershop with some concern, then looked at Flandre...

Extravagant, far too extravagant!!

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(End of this chapter)