"Really not ugly?" Master looked doubtful.
I stepped forward and picked at it carefully.
The master is very nervous, the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle cannot be ugly.
The senior brother was very nervous and could not question my skills if he questioned anything.
I took the scissors from my senior brother and stabbed Master on the head. Satisfied.
Master asked anxiously and a little shyly: "Does it look better this time?"
Senior brother: "..."
I answered seriously: "No, Master, this time it is really ugly."