Snowman

After washing up, changing into a clean robe, fastening a new belt and cufflinks, the young government-funded student stood before the wardrobe mirror, feeling refreshed. He grinned and tried to produce a perfectly appropriate smile.

"Forgive my frankness, sir!" the dressing mirror said gruffly. "Your upper canines protrude slightly, and they have neither been whitened nor polished. A toothy smile does not suit you... As a professional image consultant, I suggest that you show none of your teeth when you smile."

"Shut up!" the young government-funded student shouted at the brainless thing, snapping his mouth shut in irritation.

"Also, it snowed today. If you pair your outfit with a black or red scarf when going out, that would truly be excellent." The wardrobe mirror did not immediately shut up. Instead, it continued eagerly selling its advice to Zheng Qing.

As the wardrobe mirror in a boys' dormitory, it was only occasionally used by Dylan. The others hardly paid any attention to their appearance. This left it suffering from terrible loneliness. So whenever someone stood before it and seriously adjusted their attire, they would receive a whole basketful of assorted advice.

Some of that advice was fairly sound. For example, when the wardrobe mirror suggested that Zheng Qing wear a scarf outside, the young government-funded student considered it and gladly accepted. But some suggestions were thoroughly obnoxious—like the time Fatty Xin stood before the wardrobe mirror trying on his new formalwear, and the mirror actually suggested that he drink some slimming potion before trying it on again.

"I can hear the soul of that formalwear crying as your fat stretches it!" the dressing mirror said acidly. "With your figure, there is really no difference between wearing formalwear and pajamas to a dance..."

Fortunately, the others had all been in the dormitory