Girls' desire to look better was even stronger than Zhang Zhaomu had imagined, and Chen Zhenzhen's effect as a living advertisement was unexpectedly good too.
He had only just sat down at his desk when two girls gathered around him.
Zhang Zhaomu remembered that both of them studied dance, and their names were easy to remember. One was Song Xuanxuan, and the other was Wang Lan.
Even in liberal arts Class Nine, where beauties gathered like clouds, their looks and figures were T1.
"Class monitor, I thought you were joking about that image makeover thing. I didn't expect you to actually know how!" Song Xuanxuan's face was full of amazement. "That girl just now was the one who came by yesterday, right? She's changed so much!"
"She was already a natural beauty, so the makeover had a more striking effect," Zhang Zhaomu said with a smile.
"It's more than just striking. She looks like a completely different person!" Wang Lan leaned closer, her expression eager. "Class monitor, could you give me a makeover too? I've looked into those outfit tutorials on Xiaohongshu, but whenever I try them, they never seem to look like they do in the pictures."
"That's perfectly normal," Zhang Zhaomu explained. "Everyone's looks, body shape, and even bearing are different. The same outfit can look worlds apart on different people."
"For example, the floral dress you're wearing now doesn't really suit you. Your features are a little more on the heroic side, so you could try a cooler, sharper style."
"What about me? What about me?" Song Xuanxuan hurriedly interjected.
"As for you, your current style is actually pretty suitable, but the high ponytail throws off the overall balance. Also, canvas shoes go with almost anything, but they definitely don't work with your cropped jeans. The length of the pants visually cuts your legs into thirds, and since canvas shoes have no heels, they can easily make your legs look short and thick. You're fairly tall and slender too, which makes the proportions look even stranger."
Zhang Zhaomu rattled off his advice with hardly any need to think.
"I knew something felt off." Song Xuanxuan looked down at her calves, her expression growing even more eager. "Class monitor, how much would you charge to help me with an image design?"
Zhang Zhaomu was a little surprised that she had brought up the fee herself. He smiled and said, "We're classmates, so if you just want some advice on what to wear, there's no need to pay me. But if you want me to give you an actual makeover, I'd charge a nominal fee."
"After all, I might have to trim your hair and pick out your clothes myself. If you want, I could even design your makeup."
Zhang Zhaomu paused. "What do you think of 188 yuan?"
He could not help feeling a little uneasy. He was not sure whether she would find that price acceptable, and while there was nothing shameful about earning money with his skills, talking about money with a classmate still made him feel a little embarrassed.
"One hundred eighty-eight?" Song Xuanxuan frowned.
This is bad!
Noticing her expression, Zhang Zhaomu's heart trembled.
Did I really set the price too high?
"Class monitor," Song Xuanxuan said seriously, "isn't that price... a little too cheap?"
"Exactly. Never mind the effort you have to put into the design, just the haircut and everything else alone-I usually pay over a hundred yuan for a haircut," Wang Lan said, nodding in agreement. "I thought it would cost at least several hundred."
Zhang Zhaomu said, "Huh?"
"If you can get the same results as you did with that girl just now, I'd be willing to pay even a few thousand yuan," Song Xuanxuan said seriously.
Zhang Zhaomu could hear the calm extravagance in her tone, and he could not help clicking his tongue. The girls in his class who studied special skills really did come from well-off families!
He hurriedly said, "Ahem, a few thousand is an exaggeration. It's not like I'm a professional image consultant."
Although the experience in this area that came with the [Refined] persona did not seem to be any worse than a professional's.
"If you're really interested, I'll pick out some clothes that suit you first and send you the links. As for your hair and everything else, we can set a time once the clothes arrive."
Wang Lan nodded. "You're in charge, class monitor."
Song Xuanxuan chimed in with a smile, "Class monitor, I'm leaving my image entirely in your hands. Oh, and if you can, could you pick out a few more outfits for me? I've been feeling like I have nothing to wear in my wardrobe lately anyway."
"Same here!" Wang Lan said, raising her hand.
"Sure." Zhang Zhaomu thought for a moment, then asked, "But what's your budget for clothes?"
He really did need to find that out beforehand. After all, they were not Chen Zhenzhen; they might have requirements for clothing brands and quality.
"Anything's fine," Song Xuanxuan said casually. "As long as it looks good, I'm happy to wear it."
"Um, try not to make it too expensive," Wang Lan said hesitantly. "I don't have much spending money left this month. If it's over three thousand, it might be a bit of a stretch."
The corner of Zhang Zhaomu's mouth twitched.
Do you hear yourself? Spending money? Over three thousand? Just a bit of a stretch?
Thinking about how he ate instant noodles to save a few yuan for internet fees, Zhang Zhaomu could only marvel at how vast the gap between people was.
"Don't worry. I'll do my best to pick things that are good value for money."
After the two left, more girls came over one after another to ask about image makeovers. By the time the bell rang for class, Zhang Zhaomu had already landed five orders.
"As expected, girls' money really is the easiest to earn."
Zhang Zhaomu felt full of fighting spirit. His makeover business had only just started, and he was already looking at an income of nearly a thousand yuan. It felt like, with a little more effort, he would soon be able to achieve his goal of buying a computer for his rental!
Hmm, maybe I can raise my expectations a little. Should I get a more powerful graphics card? I've wanted to play a lot of AAA games for ages, and I could also play It Takes Two and stuff with Chen Zhenzhen then.
The dream was wonderful, but he still had to take the process of achieving it seriously. He could not afford to botch an image makeover. Given how much girls cared about their appearance, if he messed one up, he could forget about getting any new orders in the future.
Zhang Zhaomu glanced up at the teacher lecturing unhurriedly at the front of the classroom, then took out his phone, opened Taobao, and buried himself in choosing clothes.
It actually did not take much time. After seeing each person's features, he had already come up with a design plan. By the end of the lesson, he had sent the links to his clients one by one.
For a salted fish, spending the rest of the afternoon dutifully listening to lessons was out of the question, of course, so Zhang Zhaomu opened the novel website again.
The story in the book had finally made some substantial progress.