Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Chapter 99 Changing Image

"Have you forgotten that we still have a bonus that we haven't used yet."

Jiang Yan slapped his forehead and said, "I really forgot about it."

The main reason is that I am not used to it. This is the first time in my two lives that I have received a bonus from school.

Because Song Jiawen won the first prize in the province, the Yunzhou City Education Bureau gained a lot of fame in the province and allocated a lot of resources and funds to the city.The municipal government and the Education Bureau also rewarded the No. [-] Middle School in the city, and also gave a separate award of [-] yuan to Song Jiawen.

The school awarded several students who were admitted to Beijing University a sum of money each.

Teacher Gao had already notified several people to go to school to get it when they were free, but because there were always reporters guarding Song Jiawen in No. [-] Middle School, they never went.

But even if there are two more bonuses, it may still not be enough.

"Brother, we don't have to have a storefront at the beginning. How about we first find a house near your school, and then I set up a stall?"

Jiang Yan thought for a while, "This is the only way to go. Since you want to follow, let's go and talk about it later."

Huang Mao's worries over the past few days were finally relieved.

Huang Mao thought to himself that I am not deaf. Do you think I didn't hear what the other grandfathers just said?

He went back with Jiang Yan in despair. As soon as he entered the house, he immediately rushed into the bathroom, and then he screamed, "Ah"

Huang Mao wanted to run away, but his shoulders were held down by Professor Xu and another grandpa. He was afraid that he would suddenly knock them down.

You've been cutting for a long time and you still don't remember that you're not wearing glasses?

Professor Xu held the razor at the side and said with a smile, "It's okay. If he can't cut it well, doesn't it mean I'm still there? I'll shave it for him."

The voice sounds like Grandma Xu.

Huang Mao sat down obediently and asked curiously, "Grandpa Xu, what are you doing?"

"I thought I could at least cut it to an inch."

As he spoke, he picked up a pair of scissors from the table, clicked them into the air twice, and praised, "Not bad, they are sharpened very well."

Put on glasses?

At 05:30, Song Jiawen came out of the bedroom to cook noodles.

The two of them didn't know why, but they still obediently went downstairs to the small pavilion behind the pond in the community.

Professor Xu chuckled, "Didn't you say you wanted to go to Kyoto with Jiang Yan before? But Jiang Yan didn't agree, right? Let me tell you, Xiao Huang, your image needs to change, otherwise Jiang Yan won't be able to take you go."

At this time, a shout suddenly came from downstairs, "Jiang Yan, Xiao Huang."

Huang Mao glared at her, slammed the door shut, and yelled angrily inside, "No one is allowed to call me Xiao Huang anymore. I'm in a hurry with anyone who asks me to!"

Professor Xu and several old men were sitting around the stone table playing with some things. When they saw the two coming, Professor Xu waved to Huang Mao, "Xiao Huang, sit here."

After saying that, he muttered in a low voice, "I've noticed that your hair is not pleasing to the eye. If you have good hair, you have to make it colorful to make yourself look different, right?"

The next day Huang Mao went out to collect the computer. As soon as he arrived downstairs, he met Grandma Xu carrying a watermelon in one hand and a vegetable basket in the other.

"Of course I go first. You can only use the razor after cutting with the scissors. You step aside first."

"Xiao Huang, I'll keep this look from now on. It's much more handsome than your previous hairstyle."

But Huang Mao still doesn't know anything about this. His face and neck are all covered with broken hair, so he doesn't use his hands to touch his head. He is afraid of touching a handful of broken hair, so he thinks he might as well go home and take a shower. Come on.

He also said that he can shave to create a certain look. Is this the look you have when shaving?

"Xiao Huang? Ouch, why are you shaving your head?"

"It's pretty big."

"I just said they were bragging? You still don't believe it."

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to change your image and turn your head away?"

Song Jiawen ran out of the bedroom in panic when she heard the scream. The bathroom door was open, and she saw Huang Mao's shiny bald head at a glance.

The other professors all looked at Professor Xu speechlessly. How could this not be satisfying?Not a hair left.

An old man with all white hair nodded aside, "Yes, it needs to be changed."

As soon as he hesitated, he heard the scissors on his head click twice, and then two strands of yellow hair fluttered down from his eyes, and some even fell on his nose.

<divclass="contentadv">The two yellow-haired eyes looked at the yellowish hair at the end of the nose, and felt extremely distressed. He spent 38 yuan to dye it, and just lost it like this?

After getting started, the clicking sound didn't stop. It seemed that he had cut off more than half of the hair in one breath, and then Mr. Chen uttered an ouch, "It's a little too short, and it won't be in shape anymore."

Jiang Yan and Huang Mao put down the things in their hands and walked out. They took a look downstairs first. Grandma Xu waved to them and said, "Come down quickly. You two go to the pavilion. Your grandpa Xu and the others are waiting for you in the pavilion."

Song Jiawen:

She didn't know what happened, but she opened her mouth to praise, "This hair style is good. It won't cause lice or prickly heat. It's also cool."

Jiang Yan sat on the stone steps of the pavilion, almost laughing.

Professor Xu picked up a razor and asked the old man with all white hair, "Old Chen, do you go first before me?"

Another old man sneered, "It's still about styling. Put on your glasses and take a closer look. The haircut looks like a dog gnawing it. How dare you boast that you're just a little better than a professional?"

As he spoke, Mr. Chen stood up tremblingly and walked behind Huang Mao step by step.

After Mr. Chen finished cutting, the other old men wore reading glasses to watch the dog gnawing its head, and then expressed their contempt for Mr. Chen. Then Professor Xu came on stage holding a razor.

Is this a haircut or a haircut?

"Oh, look, isn't this much more enjoyable?"

After some more fiddling, a perfect bald head appeared.

After the matter was settled, Jiang Yan sat on the small bench and began to check the newly received computers one by one, while Huang Mao helped organize and record them.

The last sentence was said by Professor Chen and Professor Xu. Although Professor Chen did not cut the final shape with scissors, his contribution in the early stage cannot be erased, so in the end he could only praise it with Professor Xu against his will.

Huang Mao doesn't even want to look at the razor in his hand. It's still shaved well. Can you shave it into a good shape?

Forget it, forget about the styling. Now he just asks the old men to be merciful and not cut him too short, so that he can go to the barber shop to dye it again later.

Huang Mao looked at him in horror, "Grandpa Chen, what do you want to do?"

Huang Mao swallowed hard looking at the shiny scissors in his hand. Looking at his still trembling hands, he almost cried.

"It's time to go home and eat."

Yellow hair:.

He wiped his face and said aggrievedly, "Grandpa Xu shaved it."

Grandma Xu changed her tone and immediately praised, "It's still as good as this. It's cool. Look at your Grandpa Xu's skills. The sword is not old yet, and the shave is so even."

Yellow hair:.

He pouted and took the watermelon and vegetable basket from Grandma Xu's hand, kicked them to her door, turned around and ran away like the wind.

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