Chapter 165: Dormitory for trainees (1/2)

Zong Jiu felt that he was simply too smart.

Following the devil’s hateful face in his memory, he shortened the long black hair, **** a braid and hung it around his shoulders, and pulled his forehead twice to fix the fixed hair semi-permanently in the fixed place. .

After finishing the haircut, he backhanded and picked a black suit that was unchanged for 10,000 years, with the same dark gray vest and dark red tie—even the bronzing stripes on the tie knot. The details are also considered. Coupled with the tie clip, the gray and silver on the chest symbolizes the immortal ancient Egyptian cross, and even the length of the chain hanging down is exactly the same as the one on the chest of the original no.1.

This is no difficulty for Zong Jiu, after all, it is not a friend who is most familiar with a person, but your opponent.

As a qualified enemy, Zong Jiu can recite what his No.1 clothes look like with his eyes closed. He is sure that his No.1 is definitely not much worse than the original version! This is the cultivation of being an old enemy!

After putting on the black leather shoes, Zong Jiu looked at himself in the water mirror and fell into an awkward silence.

I have to say that the whole outfit of No.1 plus Zong Jiu's own face is very uncomfortable at first glance. There is even a sense of horror in that feeling.

He quickly picked an ordinary black mask, snapped it on his forehead, and looked at the masked person inside, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Looking at the Shui Jing this time, I only feel that my fist is hard!

Zong Jiu enlarged the figure in the water mirror and modified the details of the figure bit by bit.

It was also at this time that the modeling house kindly reminded him that he needed to retain three distinctive features, not his face.

Zong Jiu was lost in thought.

Can't think of it, his slender fingers slid lightly over the suggested options on the water mirror to see what suggestions it could give him.

[1. Keep your unique smell]

Zong Jiu: ”...”

He looked down with a weird face and smelled it on himself, but he didn't smell any special smell.

But since the main system says yes, then so be it. Anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu can't smell it himself, can others smell it?

He hesitated and checked this option.

[2. The hands of a magician]

Zong Jiu looked at his hands in the water mirror.

The joints are distinct, and the thumb and index finger have very prominent bulges. At first glance, they have drawn too many cards and belonged to the hand of a magician.

Although his body has become younger and his hands have been strengthened, Zong Jiu subconsciously repeats the magician finger exercise before going to bed every night before going to bed. Sometimes when he is bored, he will unconsciously fly out of his hand when he touches a card. Lots of tricks.

It's been almost half a year since the horror trainee competition, and a thin layer of new cocoon on his hands is normal.

The part of the magician's finger cocoon is very special, and it is different from the cocoon taken out with a gun for a long time. It is not unexpected that the main system specially proposed it.

Anyway...no.1 comes standard with black leather tactical half-finger gloves, which can cover half of your fingers. Zong Jiu tried it, and found that the main system didn't prompt him to deliberately conceal the salient features he retained, so he happily checked this option and turned around to wear gloves.

As a result, Zong Jiu looked down after finishing all this, and found that the following options were varied. Some suggested that he adjust his height back, and some suggested that he keep his superior body proportions.

Zong Jiu: No, height is definitely not good!

If the height of the devil is lowered, other people will be able to see it at a glance. It is definitely not because Zong Jiu wants to try to look down on others.

He compared it and decided to keep a skin tone option. The main reason is that although the No. 1 person is crazy, the clothes are three-piece suits and gloves. They are wrapped tightly, and it is hard to see what they have to say.

After Zong Jiu finished all the design, he followed the example of a devil and put a few sorrowful poses in front of the water mirror. After he felt that it was all right, he saved it with one key and left the modeling room again.

The stylist who has been standing by the door is still waving his handkerchief and shouting at him: ”Sir, don't you really think about it! Your body and appearance are the best I have ever seen. I can guarantee that you will Rejuvenated under my hands, women's clothing only once and countless times, you will fall in love with that feeling!!!”

Zong Jiu: Thank you, but not necessary.

He feels that his idea is much better than that of women's clothing.

First of all, given the status of no.1 in the minds of all the survivors, no one would dare to pretend to be him.

Furthermore, when everyone hears the fancy dress party, their first thought is not to deliberately disguise themselves as a well-known trainee, but to follow the public thinking and think about women's clothing and fancy dresses.

Besides, Zong Jiu felt that he was wearing a whole suit, and he could even show off his pretense and be quiet.

The most important thing is that, just like no.1, using the tutor's authority and the main system to hold this masked costume party, it is actually a secret to stamp Zong Jiu's battle book, which can be described as a bright provocation.

Being blatantly provoked by an old enemy, can Zong Jiu bear it?

He has to provoke and go back too!

Since no.1 gave him Shang Yangmou, Zong Jiu also replied.

He still doesn't believe it, the devil won't come forward after seeing his clothes.

What is Zong Jiu's mission?