Fu Jingfan stood at the door for a few seconds, realizing that he couldn't provoke Su Huaiming at this moment. If he did, not only would he lose the concert tickets, but Su Huaiming would also give him the cold shoulder for several days.
Fu Jingfan returned to his study and, remembering Su Huaiming's previous concerns, took the initiative to contact bass teacher for him.
Su Huaiming has a strong learning ability. He mastered the relevant segments in just one week, forming muscle memory so that he wouldn't make any mistakes.
Time flew by, Su Huaiming arrived at the concert venue ahead of time for rehearsals.
Sun Siyuan has been extremely busy lately, and only managed to spare a little time when he learned that Su Huaiming was coming.
"These past few days have been exhausting." Sun Siyuan slumped onto the sofa without any regard for appearances, looking weakly at Su Huaiming. He casually pointed to the clothes next to him, "This is the performance outfit I prepared for you. You'll definitely look very handsome in it. Try it on later to see if the size fits. If not, I'll have it adjusted."
Su Huaiming nodded and asked, "Should I put on makeup first or change my clothes first?"
"Let's change your clothes first," Sun Siyuan, a professional in this area, continued, "The stylist will adjust your makeup according to your style. This process will take a short time, so be prepared."
Su Huaiming nodded, took the clothes prepared by Sun Siyuan, and went into the changing room.
Sun Siyuan went for a wild and futuristic style, preparing leather pants and a jacket for Su Huaiming. The jacket had metal chains on it, and the arms were decorated with metal cones. It looked cool, but it was quite heavy.
Inside was a silk shirt, the fabric smooth and drapey, with a cool feel against the skin.
This was a style of dressing that Su Huaiming had never worn before. He first put on a silk shirt, then studied how to place the chain on his jacket to make it look good. After fussing for a long time, he finally came out of the dressing room.
Upon hearing the door open, everyone in the room immediately turned around and stared at Su Huaiming, remaining silent for a long time.
Su Huaiming felt a chill run down his spine from the stare, and coupled with his inability to quite accept this style of dress, he became unusually hesitant and asked nervously, "What do you think?"
Sun Siyuan sat up, frowning as he stared at Su Huaiming, his expression somewhat serious.
Su Huaiming looked down at his clothes, feeling awkward as well, and said, "I really don't suit this style..."
He was interrupted by Sun Siyuan before he could finish speaking. Sun Siyuan's voice was higher, completely drowning out his. "This thing actually has buttons???"
Su Huaiming: "..." What?
Sun Siyuan stood up, pointed at Su Huaiming's silk shirt, and said with a surprised expression, "You're dressed too conservatively. You've practically buttoned up the top button. Unbutton everything; it won't make a difference."
Su Huaiming didn't understand this style of dressing, so he followed the advice of a professional and unbuttoned one button.
But Sun Siyuan was still not satisfied and continued to stare at him.
Su Huaiming could only continue unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Sun Siyuan was finally satisfied. He circled around him and gave him a thumbs up. "That's much cooler. Don't hide it. That's too petty and not wild at all. It doesn't match my style."
"What's your style?" Su Huaiming asked earnestly.
Sun Siyuan tossed his hair and said quite seriously, "Crazy, crazy enough to make others worry about your mental state."
"..." What a simple, unpretentious answer.
Su Huaiming remained silent for a few seconds, speechless as he looked at the silk shirt he was wearing, his lips twitching slightly.
His shirt was wide open, almost down to his belly button... Couldn't he at least respect the buttons?!
Chapter 95
Unexpectedly, Sun Siyuan wasn't satisfied and continued to criticize, "Don't dress so formally. You should hang loosely on your body. And who wears pants so obediently like you? The waistband is pulled up so high, it's almost like you're wearing a belt. Pull it down a bit so you can show off your abs."
Su Huaiming: "..."
For a moment, he almost doubted his hearing; he was so shocked that he nearly froze in the wind.
He looked at Sun Siyuan with a complicated expression, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
He really wanted to ask, is this way of dressing... really proper?
Perhaps Su Huaiming's gaze was too intense, for Sun Siyuan looked up at him, frowned slightly, as if her conscience had been pricked, and said, "Never mind, don't dress like that."
Su Huaiming breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Sun Siyuan was just joking with him. Unexpectedly, Sun Siyuan said quite seriously, "Your physique is too weak; you don't even have a six-pack. It's better not to show it."
Su Huaiming:??? Why are they starting to criticize his physique again?!
Su Huaiming looked down at the shirt that exposed his navel, unable to accept it. He kept his head down and expressionless as he buttoned it one button at a time, as if in protest. He even buttoned the top button, and the collar just barely covered his slightly protruding Adam's apple.
Sun Siyuan sat casually on the sofa, legs crossed, playing on his phone for a while. When he looked up and saw this scene, he froze, as if he had been shocked.
"You, you, you..." Sun Siyuan had never seen a rock musician dressed like this before, and he almost forgot how to write the word "wild."
Unable to communicate with Sun Siyuan, Su Huaiming lowered his eyelids, his face expressionless and devoid of desire, his voice completely flat, "I'm cold."
Upon hearing those two words, Sun Siyuan seemed to freeze, his attitude changing 180 degrees. He immediately rushed to call a staff member, "Quickly get Su Huaiming a thicker coat, turn up the air conditioning, and bring him a cup of hot water."
Su Huaiming left a deep impression on Sun Siyuan at their first meeting. In Sun Siyuan's mind, Su Huaiming was like a delicate and fragile piece of porcelain, and she was afraid of being "exploited".
Su Huaiming sat on the sofa with a bowl of hot water in his hands. Sun Siyuan looked at him with concern and asked, "Are you feeling any better now?"
Su Huaiming had only intended to shut Sun Siyuan up, and seeing that his attention had been diverted, he nodded.
Sun Siyuan looked at Su Huaiming with a complicated expression, seemingly lost in thought. He sighed deeply and said earnestly, "Su Huaiming, your physique is too weak. Do you want me to introduce you to a fitness coach? Maybe if you study with him for a year, you'll even have abs."
At this point, Su Huaiming suddenly remembered Sun Siyuan's encouragement for him to play football, and he felt even more speechless, turning to look at Sun Siyuan.
Su Huaiming Mingming n't said anything, but Sun Siyuan somehow understood his emotions and, with a strong survival instinct, turned away, no longer provoking him.
After finishing his water, Su Huaiming looked at the clothes he was wearing and sighed inwardly.
He is now a special guest at Sun Siyuan's concert, and he must fit the overall style to do justice to Sun Siyuan and the audience who come to the concert.
He was already on the wrong path, so he couldn't back out and had no choice but to grit his teeth and give in to Sun Siyuan.
Su Huaiming convinced himself before reluctantly accepting the outfit and asked, "Shall we style it now?"
Seeing that Su Huaiming had recovered and was even cooperating so well, Sun Siyuan nodded repeatedly, "The stylist is here, I'll take you to see him."
Su Huaiming nodded and followed Sun Siyuan to the room at the end of the corridor.
On the way, Sun Siyuan introduced the stylist to Su Huaiming, "I've been working with him for six years. He's extremely professional and can perfectly present the style I want. Sometimes I don't even need to explain, and he understands. We're truly kindred spirits, and working with him is a very pleasant experience."
The phrase "a kindred spirit" immediately brought to Su Huaiming's mind a rough picture of the stylist.
He probably doesn't dress properly, his clothes are full of metallic elements, and he has a direct and wild personality.
Su Huaiming was already reeling from Sun Siyuan's attack, and now he was about to receive a double blow. He took a deep breath and braced himself.
Sun Siyuan didn't notice Su Huaiming's unusual behavior and pushed the door open directly.
The stylist, who was tidying up the table, turned around and met Su Huaiming's gaze.
The stylist was different from what he had imagined. He was dressed in long sleeves and trousers, all in black, with black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His medium-length hair was neatly combed back, and he looked very reserved.
Su Huaiming paused for a few seconds, somewhat doubting Sun Siyuan's words, but when he met the stylist's suddenly bright eyes, he had a bad feeling.
The stylist quickly approached, her voice high-pitched but very enthusiastic and approachable, "My darling, you're so adorable! I've never seen anyone dressed like this before."
Su Huaiming: "..."
He was completely taken aback by the word "baby" and couldn't say anything for a moment.
The stylist didn't care about that, looking at Su Huaiming with a smile, full of interest in him.
Su Huaiming's outfit was cool and wild, with jingling metal chains hanging all over his body, swaying with his walk. The other metal elements reflected the light, so densely packed that they were slightly dazzling.
Su Huaiming buttoned his shirt all the way up, blocking the prying eyes. He was restrained and ascetic, with pale skin and no makeup. His eyes were clean and clear, like a pool of clear spring water that could reflect a person's soul. His features were delicate, and his pupils were round. Standing there quietly, he did not look aggressive at all. Compared to Sun Siyuan, he even looked a little docile.
The stylist shares similar interests with Sun Siyuan, focusing on the clothes as well, but their perspectives are completely different. He really likes the contrast that Su Huaiming presents.
"Honey, what are you still standing here for? Sit down quickly, I'll do your hair and makeup, the effect will definitely be great, it will help you rediscover yourself!" The stylist waved enthusiastically to Su Huaiming, his face full of smiles, and he even seemed a little impatient.
In a daze, Su Huaiming had the illusion that he was about to enter the Spider Cave.
He stood at the door without moving, and after a two-second pause, he resignedly walked over and sat down in the chair in front of the stylist.
The stylist looked quite excited, but didn't start working immediately. Instead, he squinted at Su Huaiming in the mirror, his eyes filled with complex emotions that gave Su Huaiming goosebumps.
The stylist noticed Su Huaiming's stiffness and patted him reassuringly on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentler later."
Is there anything more challenging and rewarding than painting on a blank sheet of paper, allowing one to fully express their creative ideas?!
Su Huaiming's reaction was completely opposite to that of the stylist. He didn't doubt the stylist's professionalism, but people who could share similar interests with Sun Siyuan were always different from ordinary people in some ways.
But at this point, there was no possibility of escape. Su Huaiming took a few deep breaths and prepared himself mentally.
Although the stylist was a bit eccentric, he was quite serious and focused on his work and didn't chat with Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming looked at himself in the mirror, wondering what the stylist had been doing to his face, and couldn't see a single difference.
He was a little bored, and the stylist's movements were as "gentle" as he had described. Su Huaiming's consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell asleep sitting up.
He didn't know how much time had passed when someone patted him on the shoulder, and he groggily opened his eyes.
He didn't check the time, but felt he must have slept for a long time. As his vision gradually cleared, he was caught off guard and stared at himself in the mirror, wide-eyed in shock, unable to recover for a long time.
The person in the mirror looked very much like him, with identical movements and expressions, but the overall style was different.
Su Huaiming's eyes have rounded lines and a clean, clear gaze, giving him a harmless look. The stylist used eyeliner to elongate his eyes, turning them into cunning fox eyes.
His makeup was also quite heavy. Su Huaiming felt that he had used up all the cosmetics he had ever used in his life, but it didn't give people a deliberate or vulgar feeling. Instead, it was unrestrained and flamboyant, as if he was trying his best to show the splendor of life.
The stylist had done his homework beforehand, watching Su Huaiming's variety show. The scene where Su Huaiming accidentally got paint on his face inspired him to draw a red stroke on his cheek. It looked casual, but the process involved more than a dozen steps. The intensity of the color was carefully considered, and the edges were adjusted multiple times. From a distance, it looked like a fragrant rose petal.
Su Huaiming's hair is soft and long. He didn't change his original hair color, but he had some hair extensions. The stylist also curled his hair and casually tied it into a bun behind his ears, while the rest of his hair fell over his shoulders, making him look quite lazy and carefree.
Su Huaiming had previously thought his clothes were too flamboyant, but paired with his current makeup, the style blended perfectly, making him want to unbutton his shirt...
Pshaw, no, that's not what he meant!!
Not only was Su Huaiming stunned, but Sun Siyuan, who had come to see the effect, was also dumbfounded, looking Su Huaiming up and down as if he didn't recognize him.
The stylist had been working for five or six hours straight, standing the whole time without a drop of water. Now, exhausted, he sat on the sofa, but his eyes were even brighter, full of excitement.
Seeing a work that satisfies oneself is a great temptation for every creator.
As soon as the other staff members walked in, their eyes were immediately drawn to Su Huaiming, and they all showed expressions of amazement.
Sun Siyuan stood to the side with his arms crossed, clicked his tongue twice, and looked quite satisfied.
He didn't feel at all that Su Huaiming had stolen his thunder; on the contrary, he was very happy, believing that with Su Huaiming's support, his concert would definitely have an unprecedented effect.
No matter how many concerts I've attended, only his performances leave a deep and unforgettable impression.
Sun Siyuan walked over, generously put his arm around Su Huaiming's shoulder, and said gratefully, "Thanks."
Su Huaiming remained silent. When the two looked at each other, they both smiled in unison, understanding each other's meaning.
The stylist's workload has always been like this, and over time he has gotten used to it, but this time he felt particularly exhausted, as if he had used all his strength on Su Huaiming. He felt a great sense of accomplishment, but also a little empty.