In front of the large mirror in the dormitory bathroom.
A row of boxes sat on the sink, filled with all sorts of strange things: beards, eyelashes, eyelids, hair, flesh-colored hoods, flesh-colored noses, moles, colored contact lenses...
One by itself was merely a makeup tool, but several boxes packed full of them looked rather eerie, as if they were fragments of corpses collected by grave-robbing doctors during the dawn of anatomy.
Song He stood before the mirror, clumsily fiddling with his face and rummaging through the boxes for various noses.
"Knock knock!" Someone knocked on the dormitory door.
"Come in!" Song He called.
The door beeped open, and Xiang Xiaotong, wearing pajamas, entered. She walked into the bathroom and examined the boxes, her face full of surprise. "You're that well-equipped? Are you putting on a facial-features exhibition? Where did you get all this?"
"Teacher, I don't know the first thing about makeup. You have to help me over the next few days." Sweat beaded on Song He's forehead. "The disguise has to work. I need to look drastically different from my real self, but it can't give me away either."
"I'm not going to the summit."
"Huh?" Song He was shocked.
"There's something going on at the company."
"Oh." Song He's expression fell. He had been counting on his teacher to touch up his makeup during the summit.
"I won't be able to do your makeup for the next few days. You'll have to rely on yourself. You won't learn complicated makeup in such a short time, so I'll teach you something simple—changing your skin tone and dark circles. First, settle on your look." As she spoke, Xiang Xiaotong picked a beard from the box and held it beneath his lips.
"This beard is too ugly." Song He refused. "It