Sister Jin was so shocked that her jaw nearly dropped. She froze with a feather fan in midair. "What kind of outfit is this?"
"This..." The several masters responsible for the makeup and styling all looked troubled.
They hadn't wanted this either, but clearly, the person they were styling had ideas of her own.
"And your hair—why isn't it pinned up?"
Sister Jin used the feather fan to lift a thin braid that hung behind Su Qiao's ear. She glanced at the whole row of sparkling earrings on her ear and felt that this look was truly bizarre.
Su Qiao touched the diamond studs of various sizes in her ears and raised an eyebrow at her reflection in the mirror.
"For foreign songs, trousers that are a little neater and more dashing would be more suitable. Besides, I can't see, so wearing trousers makes it less likely that I'll embarrass myself."
"As for my hair, leaving it loose looks more carefree and suits the openness and freedom of foreign songs better."
The reason Su Qiao had dressed like this and applied such heavy makeup, especially around her eyes, was first because the songs she was going to sing were more rock-oriented and suited for livening up the atmosphere in a dance hall. Second, she didn't want anyone to see what she really looked like.
"Really?"
Sister Jin didn't quite understand those foreigners from abroad, or the ideas of the students who now claimed to be women of the new age.
Sometimes she thought their outfits were incredibly strange, yet many people liked them, and countless others scrambled to imitate them.
Su Qiao nodded sincerely. "Of course, Sister Jin. Look at those foreign women outside—they often wear trousers too, don't they? Abroad, plenty of people dress like this even on the