A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

This is the best way for a girl in this world - to be a beautiful little fool. — Fitzgerald

So are cute boys.

"It's been more than a week since school started. I think some regulations need to be reiterated. The first thing I want to talk about is this...personal hygiene. Everyone, please cut my nails short. The boy's hair can't go over the ear, and the girl's hair is not allowed during school. Give me disheveled hair, and some people who dyed their hair, do you think I’m blind or not?! All in all, tomorrow I will see that each of you dresses and hairstyles meet the standards, and you don’t need to take classes that don’t meet the requirements. I will take you there personally. Barbershop! Of course, if I take you there, no matter the gender, you will have a crew cut!" Class teacher Tang Dahai spat on the podium, and the students in the first row dodged left and right, but were still hit.Tang Dahai has such a charm that he can turn all words, even cold rules, into passionate speeches.

Song Zhiyu looked at his receding hairline and surmised maliciously that Tang Dahai's series of actions were all out of personal jealousy.

"What does Teacher Tang mean?" Zhou Cheng poked Song Zhiyu who was lying on the table in a daze.

"that is……"

Song Zhiyu took a deep breath, swallowed the impatience in his heart, raised his head and said to Zhou Cheng, "You're going to be a crew cut tomorrow."

Zhou Cheng slightly tilted his head, looked up at Song Zhiyu, blinked his eyes, and said innocently: "But I really like the length of my hair now."

"Tell this to Dahai, and see if he will give you a chance." Song Zhiyu turned his head and changed the direction and continued to sleep.

Zhou Cheng frowned, thinking: "This is a matter of personal preference, why does the teacher make things difficult for others?"

Don't look at the tall people in Zhoucheng, why do they look like elementary school students in their thinking?Song Zhiyu shook his head regretfully in his heart.

"Old Zhou..." Song Zhiyu sat up and put his right hand on Zhou Cheng's shoulder.Zhou Cheng's shoulders trembled subconsciously, and he took a step back.Zhou Cheng's reaction was unexpectedly strong. I don't know if Song Zhiyu had misread it, but this guy seemed to be blushing a little bit.

Alas, staying up late hurts my body, and now I can't even use my eyesight.

"The current situation of student life in China is a living history of oppression. I had a crew cut last semester, and Fat Dahai is just kidding." Song Zhiyu had an expression on his face that "if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of your eyes."Back then, Tang Dahai used a ruler to measure the hair length of the boys in his class one by one, and all the unqualified ones were dragged to the school gate. Xiao Chen Fayi pushed a delicate crew cut.On that day, the faces of Tony, Steven and Xiao Chen in Xiao Chen's hair art all had blooming smiles on their faces.

"You must look good with a crew cut." Zhou Cheng said sincerely.

"Cough cough." Song Zhiyu was choked and coughed, "Baobao is more handsome with a crew cut..."

Oh, Murong Baobao has always had a crew cut.

"Oh, that's right! From today onwards, self-study will be normal. I have already sent the school newsletter to your parents." Pang Dahai let out a thunderous sound.

There was a dead silence below.

"Did you hear that?!" Pang Dahai launched the lion's roar skill again.

"Oh—" Sparsely replied listlessly.

Maybe it was attacked by bad news, and the whole class seemed a little lifeless for the next day.In this way, the yelling from outside the school is particularly harsh:

"Now old mobile phones can be replaced with stainless steel washbasins~~ Those that are rotten, broken, unable to make calls or turn on can be replaced with stainless steel washbasins~"

"Get long hair~~little braids~~ and sell them!"

Guo Nanxing felt hurt, and sighed again: "I have my mobile phone confiscated, what can I exchange for a stainless steel washbasin?"

Inspired by Guo Nanxing's words, Song Zhiyu became ill-intentioned. He looked at Zhou Cheng's braids and said to him, "At the same table, I know there is a good place to cut hair. Not only does it not cost money, but it also pays for it."

"'There's no such thing as a freelunch.' Impossible?" The stupid Zhou Cheng hesitated.

"If you don't believe it, it's a job (if you don't believe it, you will fall down)." Song Zhiyu pouted, not paying attention, and turned the pen casually with his left hand.

"I didn't mean that, I believe you." Zhou Cheng said quickly.

"Oh, I'll take you there for the evening self-study." Song Zhiyu still had no expression on the surface, but his heart moved.He felt that his deskmate was too honest, and he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment when molested.

But in a word, talking is better than nothing...

There is still one minute before the end of the last class. No matter men or women, fat or thin, tall or short, they are all about to move around in their seats. The specific performance is: the upper body is sitting upright as before, and the buttocks are only sitting on the chair At the edge of the aisle, he stepped on both sides of the aisle to prepare for the start.

Murong Baobao: "Guo Chouzui, you are close to the door this week, you will run first later, and I will take care of the back."

Guo Nanxing: "Understood!"

It was only during lunch and dinner that the two of them would work together to grab the meal regardless of the previous suspicions.

Zhou Cheng: "Then shall we rush later?"

Song Zhiyu: "Do you think it's just the two of us sitting in this corner, rush?"

Zhou Cheng: "You have to trust my speed."

Song Zhiyu couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "I'll be out of school later, eat a fart in the cafeteria."

Zhou Cheng: "It makes sense."

The bell sounded as promised, Guo Nanxing rushed to the door with a brisk stride, Murong Baobao rushed from the left side not to be outdone, and staggered Li Shu who was in the front row behind him.

"Huh!" Baobao seemed to be showing off his might.

"Cut, why don't I borrow you to copy homework! Be careful!" Li Shu also dug Baobao's back with his eyes, and then used his thin body to shuttle through the crowd.

Song Zhiyu stood up from his seat unhurriedly after the crowd dispersed.He hooked Zhou Cheng and said, "Let's go."

Song Zhiyu hadn't walked side by side with Zhou Cheng before, but now that they were side by side, he realized that Zhou Cheng was much taller than himself at 1.8 meters.I thought to myself what did this person eat and grow up, how could he be so tall?

"What's wrong?" Zhou Cheng lowered his head to look at Song Zhiyu, it was true that he lowered his head.

"It's okay." Song Zhiyu looked up at Zhou Cheng, a little embarrassed.

In the huge campus, in the aisle of the teaching building, two handsome guys looked at each other "affectionately", which attracted the attention of passing girls, and some exaggerated even screamed at high decibels.

"Get long hair~~little braids~~ and sell them!" A loud yell cut through the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Master, don't go!" Seeing that the timing was just right, Song Zhiyu rushed down the stairs and stopped the passing hawkers, "Someone... wants... to sell hair..."

"Young man, speak slowly." The peddler supported Song Zhiyu who was out of breath, and secretly thought that the physical fitness of young people nowadays is really poor, and they only ran two steps before they were panting like this.

Song Zhiyu had long been accustomed to his own incompetence, so he calmed down a little, then waved to Zhou Cheng upstairs, signaling him to come down.

This was a very common scene, but Zhou Cheng often recalled it in the future.After thinking about it, I couldn't think of a reason, maybe it was the setting sun that day, and the afterglow shone on Song Zhiyu's usually pale face, and there was an inexplicable warmth.

Although the next thing is not a beautiful thing like "sending warmth on the street"...

Zhou Cheng and the peddler looked at each other with big eyes, looking at each other without saying a word.

"You want to sell your hair?"

"Well, cut your hair."

"This length is a bit reluctant, you have to start from the top of your head."

"Squeeze?" Zhou Cheng didn't understand.

"Okay? Okay! Sit there!" The peddler set up a small foldable bench and wrapped Zhou Cheng with a white cloth that wasn't worth it.

For the next 10 minutes, Zhou Cheng's memory was blank.There was only a faint sound of scissors "clicking" and the sound of a razor at the end.

"No, money!" Zhou Cheng's palm produced five yuan out of thin air.

It is impossible to get money out of thin air, the money is given by the uncle who cuts the hair.

At the same time, Zhou Cheng seemed to hear uncontrollable laughter around him.Laughter cannot appear out of nowhere, it is made by the person who laughs.The person who sent it out was the culprit of everything—Song Zhiyu.

Vendors have always cut their hair in a rough way. Even girls with long braids usually use a straightforward way of scissors, let alone a bad male high school student who is nearly 190.

Zhou Cheng felt something was wrong, and subconsciously touched his hair with his hand. The fluffy hair was a bit prickly, and it was a bit uneven, especially when his hand touched a spot under the back of his head, it seemed that there was no hair at all. Zhou Cheng had a bad guess in his heart, and his complexion instantly became unhappy.

"At this time, he should be able to get angry, right?" Zhou Cheng thought to himself, but seeing Song Zhiyu's suppressed smile, why couldn't the corners of his mouth rise?

"It's strange why you have shaved so much, but the roots are still yellow?" Song Zhiyu said.

"Old Song, can't I be born with this hair?" Zhou Cheng also called him the way Song Zhiyu called himself.

"Do you know Lu Ying in the class, who was waist-length and yellow-haired last semester, and lied to the teacher that she was malnourished. Last semester, I wore a red mohawk, and insisted that I was of Chinese-Pakistan mixed race.” Song Zhiyu patiently explained, “It’s not that I don’t believe you, but that people’s hearts in this world are too complicated.”

"Then I'll tell Pang Dahai later that I was wearing a wig?" Zhou Cheng's originally innocent and warm-hearted image is deteriorating at the speed of light into a heartless one.

"Is your head slipping?" Song Zhiyu supported his forehead.

"Well, it's a joke. Isn't this joke funny?" Zhou Cheng shrugged awkwardly, "Then what should I do?"

Song Zhiyu shook his head, and said unhurriedly, "Then we have to shave my head."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Cheng finally patronized Xiao Chen Fayi.Xiao Chen from Fayi went to the kindergarten to pick up the children, and Mr. Tony warmly received them both.

"The store's new [-]% off haircut card also comes with a free treatment. Are you interested?"

"He, shaved his head." Song Zhiyu remained expressionless.

"This handsome guy has dyed his hair yellow. If he can add a little more radian and perm it, it will be more perfect!"

"Shave your head." Song Zhiyu remained expressionless.

"Before shaving your head, it's best to soften your hair, so that it will be smoother when you shave your head!"

"A razor, a bald head is fine." Song Zhiyu's expression didn't change a bit.

"There is still an empty seat next to the toilet, sit there and wait, you two!" Teacher Tony said with his nose.

The tall and tall Zhou Cheng obediently nestled on the dilapidated barber chair, leaned into Song Zhiyu's ear, and whispered, "He said that, I feel like my hair can be salvaged again."

"Did anyone tell you, never trust a beautiful woman. This sentence is in the 21st century, and a man with flashy clothes is also untrustworthy."

"Oh." Zhou Cheng bowed his head silently, like an Australian sheep waiting to be groomed.

The next 10 minutes were 10 minutes of complete memory loss.When the soul returned to the barber shop, Zhou Cheng met a handsome braised egg in front of the mirror.

"Old...Old Zhou, I beg you for this pause." Facing this handsome bald head, Song Zhiyu felt so guilty for the first time in his life.

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The hair will grow back in a few chapters... Don't worry, he is still handsome