I, a mercenary, became a beautiful silver-haired boy

Chapter 332

The sun rises as usual, and the soft sunlight falls on the earth. The runaway girl greets the new morning early.

"Ah, when can I get used to this hard bed? Is my body so fragile?"

As soon as she got up, Serita couldn't help but cover her sore muscles. Maybe it was because of poor sleep quality or because she used her body too roughly these days.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that her current state is very bad. The feeling of acclimatization is more obvious than expected. She still needs time to adapt.

"Hair... all messed up."

The beautiful blue hair is all curled up at this moment. The hair that lacks care seems to have its own ideas and extends in various directions.

No matter what, Serita is also a young lady, and a girl who loves beauty. Faced with her undecent appearance, she naturally wants to clean it up.

But it must be said that she is not good at doing this. After all, these things are thrown to the servants at home. Whether it is washing and bathing or combing hair and preparing daily clothes, everything is arranged by the maids.

Now she was inevitably at a loss for what to do. Just pressing down the sticky hair was enough to make her flustered.

Knock, knock!

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door, and an impatient voice rang out from outside.

"Hey, Serita, don't tell me you're still sleeping in. The breakfast Miss Sheila made is getting cold, and I've already eaten it. If you don't get up, I'm going to break in and kick your ass!"

The person who came was naturally Elena. He had already eaten and drunk enough, and was sitting at the dining table studying the alchemy textbook that had just been delivered. As a result, he was almost figuring it out, but found that Serita still hadn't come down.

Sheila was the name of the hostess of the hotel. She was very worried about Serita's situation, so she called Elena to come up and see what happened.

"Irina? Wait a minute, I'm busy. Don't worry about me. I'll go down when I'm done."

"Busy? What can you be busy with in the room? Busy applying glue?"

"What? What about applying glue?"

"Ahem... just pretend I didn't say anything, so what are you busy with?"

Irina coughed awkwardly twice. It was lonely when no one responded to her dirty jokes. It was also because he was talking about jokes from different worlds, and Serita didn't understand them at all.

It's better to say that she didn't understand. If she knew what this meant, Irina would probably have a few more words with the other party.

"Nothing, just messy hair and I'm fixing it. Damn... this is much harder than I thought."

Irina was speechless after hearing this. He thought it was some private matter, but it turned out to be just a small matter of messy hair.

"Don't worry about your hair. Come down early to have breakfast. It's not too late to do it after you're full."

"No, mother said that girls can't meet people in such a casual manner. I won't go down until I'm done!"

"You are really troublesome. Open the door for me and I'll help you. You've never taken care of your hair before. It's not easy to do it for you even if I spend a whole day."

Ilaina felt helpless. He always felt like he was taking care of a child. It's better to say that he was taking care of a child. At least the brothers and sisters in the orphanage were more sensible and capable than Serita.

Squeak~!

Soon the door was opened, and Serita's curious and puzzled face appeared in front of Ilaina.

She was right about one thing. Her hair was really messy. It was so messy that Ilaina almost couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"You can also take care of your hair?"

"You say it as if it's a difficult thing. I used to have long hair, too. At least I have more experience than you."

Elena said unhappily, putting her hands on Serita's shoulders and manually turning her around, pushing her back to the chair, and closing the door.

Looking at the simple wooden comb on the table, and then looking at the fallen hair on the table, you can imagine how rough Serita's actions just now were.

"You have long hair before?!"

However, Serita's attention was all on what Elena said just now. A practical class teacher who claimed to be a man would actually have long hair like a girl. This was somewhat beyond her cognition, although her cognition had been refreshed after leaving the house.

"Well, I have two older sisters, not blood relatives. When I was young, I was forced to grow my hair for a long time to satisfy their twisted desires. In fact, I still had long hair for more than half a year, until one day I found a chance to cut it off."

While gently combing Serita's hair with his hands, he talked about his past.Go, maybe influenced by the talkative Miss Sheila, Elena also likes to chat about family matters recently.

"You actually have two sisters. It feels good to have family members of the same age, right? Unlike me, there is only one person in my family. I am surrounded by servants and teachers and don’t even have a friend of the same age. I am so lonely."

Elena rarely took the initiative to bring up the topic, and Serita also responded actively. She showed a very envious expression to the two so-called "sisters" in Elena's mouth.

"Feel good? Come on, I was almost treated like a toy by the two of them. I was very noisy for a day or two, and I had to pretend to be a good baby to please them. Don't torture me too much."

This memory can be said to be Elena's first black history. In the hands of Elena and Weiwei, Elena was really like a doll at their mercy when she was young.

"But even so, you still care about them."

Selita said with a smile. She had seen Elena's expression behind her through the mirror on the table. The smile and doting expression obviously did not hate the past as much as Elena said.

Elena did not answer but deliberately adjusted her expression to make herself return to her usual cold look.

Selita felt a little bored. She was still very curious about Elena's family situation, but the other party obviously did not want to discuss this topic for too long.

When she came to her senses, she found that her hair had become initially smooth. Elena's technique was particularly good and she did not hurt her the whole time.

You know, when Selita was fiddling with it just now, she cried out in pain many times, and unfortunately, many hairs were pulled off by herself.

Although it was not her own hair, Elena did not hurt Selita at all, as if she had long been accustomed to taking care of other people's hair, and her technique was better than that of Selita's servants.

"Oh my god, how did you do it?!"

Looking at herself in the mirror gradually turning back into a dignified lady, Serita couldn't hide her surprise. In her opinion, Elaina was simply performing magic. In just a moment of distraction, her bird's nest-like head was about to be tidied.