After the real daughter is reborn, she is beautiful

An Rou hurriedly got into the car, and on the way to school, she kept using the mirror to check whether she had put on her wig properly.

After all, it was just a wig that could fall off at any time, An Rou was extremely careful with every step, for fear that if she walked a little faster, the wig would fall off.

But today she was surprisingly lucky. After getting off the car, she didn't meet anyone from the school gate to the classroom.

Taking a long breath, An Rou arrived at the classroom, put down her schoolbag, and sat down slowly.

She fiddled with her wig for a while, and pulled her clothes for a while, and she felt like sitting on pins and needles when she thought of taking off the wig later.

But after a while, the students in the class came to the classroom one after another. They looked at An Rou who was only wearing men's clothes without shaving their hair, and started whispering.

"An Rou's hair hasn't been shaved yet. I'm afraid she doesn't want to be in our school anymore."

"Yeah, the senior came over yesterday to warn her, but she still only wore the men's school uniform today."

"There's a good show to watch!"

These few people were still discussing quietly, and several seniors gathered outside the classroom.

The leader is the one who took the lead yesterday.

"An Rou, you still haven't completed the bet."

The senior looked up and down An Rou's men's clothing, and finally stopped his gaze on An Rou's soft maroon wig.

However, he didn't realize at all that it was a wig.

He shook his head slightly, but his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"Who said I didn't complete the bet?"

An Rou retorted, poking her neck, feeling the gazes gathered from all directions in the classroom, and thinking about the wig that was about to be taken off later, her cheeks felt hot for a while.

"Oh? Are you going to shave your head on the spot in the classroom?"

The senior sneered and said jokingly.

Listening to her words, An Rou held back the anger in her heart. She bit her lower lip lightly, clenched her fists tightly, and her sharp nails were embedded in her flesh, as if she was going to scratch the delicate skin in the next second, but she didn't have any Feel.

Taking a deep breath, An Rou raised her hand and tore off the wig on her head, revealing her shaved forehead last night.

The originally noisy classroom fell silent in an instant, and An Rou even heard someone gasp.

Even the seniors outside the classroom didn't expect that An Rou would actually cut their hair. They stood at the door of the classroom in a daze, unable to speak.

There was no sound in the entire classroom, everyone was staring at An Rou, at her shiny forehead, and could hear even a needle drop on the ground.

Feeling the sight of everyone, An Rou blushed with shame and anger, even her consciousness was out of her body, and even her calves felt a little numb.

After the silence, an unknown person let out a chuckle. Immediately afterwards, the whole classroom felt like a switch was pressed, and everyone leaned forward and backward with laughter.

Only then did An Rou come to her senses, her flushed face seemed to be dripping blood at this moment.

She quickly picked up the wig that she had just taken off, and covered her clean head in a panic.

But the wig, which was originally soft, has become a mess like weeds after An Rou's manipulation.

An Rou looked at the out-of-shape wig in her hand, fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead, she was anxious to straighten out the wig, but the more this happened, the more messy the wig in her hand became.

She stamped her feet angrily, took out a peaked cap prepared in advance from her schoolbag and put it on her head, ignored the laughter of the students around her, picked up a wig like dry grass, pushed away the crowd, and rushed to the bathroom.

Under the strange eyes of the people around, An Rou rushed directly into the cubicle of the women's toilet with a messy wig.

She gasped slightly, the blood in her whole body seemed to flow backwards, she was sweating, but her hands and feet were cold.

When did she, who was regarded as the apple of her eye by the An family, suffer such humiliation?
It's all Lin Ya's fault!
If it weren't for Lin Ya, how could he have fallen into such a situation!
The anger in An Rou's heart was burning hotter and hotter, sneering faces passed in front of her like a revolving lantern, she was so angry that her delicate facial features were slightly distorted.

Coupled with the shaved forehead, there is a strange sense of terror.

Just then, the school bell rang.

Only then did An Rou come to her senses, she murmured inwardly that it was not good, if An Yueyang found out if she didn't go to class now, she would be criticized again when she returned home.

She took out a small and exquisite pink comb from her pocket, carefully combed the messy wig, put it back on her head, and hurried back to the classroom.

The first class was finance, which she hated the most. Fortunately, the teacher hadn't come yet. An Rou breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the classroom slowly.

But the moment he entered the classroom, other students in the class burst into laughter.

An Rou didn't know why, so she walked to her seat, and when she sat down, a wisp of brown stuff slowly floated down from her peripheral vision along the side of her face.

what is that?
An Rou stroked her hair subconsciously, but suddenly found that her hair did not stick to her shoulders softly as usual, but stood up one by one.

From a distance it looks like a giant sea urchin.

She never expected that after the wig rubbed against the plastic comb she carried with her, static electricity would be generated, making it impossible for her hair to be laid on the back.

Her face was flushed, and she raised her hand, trying to smooth the wig flying around with her hand.

After carefully smoothing the wig down by hand, the wig became knotted again.

It was the first time An Rou felt that long hair was so troublesome, she almost collapsed!

Just as she was about to go to the toilet to readjust the wig with clean water, the finance teacher walked into the classroom.

Seeing An Rou who was constantly making small movements in his seat at a glance, he gave An Rou a hard look, stood on the podium and began to fiddle with his computer courseware.

An Rou noticed the non-annoying look in the eyes of the finance teacher, she had no choice but to wait until get out of class was over before going to the bathroom to smooth out her hair.

At this moment, An Rou felt a chill on the top of her head, and her vision suddenly widened.

She reached out and touched her head. The wig was gone, only the top of her head was bald.

The heart beat violently.

Where's her wig?
An Rou turned around quickly, her eyes met a pair of panicked pupils.

Sitting behind An Rou was a female classmate. When she stepped into the classroom, she didn't see An Rou take off her wig.

Looking at An Rou's weed-like hair, the girls at the back table thought that An Rou had forgotten to comb her hair, and wanted to help her straighten it out, but who knew that with a light tug, all of An Rou's hair was torn off.

She looked at the wig in her hand, obviously not understanding what happened, her confused eyes showed some panic and disbelief.