The days when pheromones were occupied by school grass

When Yang Nianshu entered the school gate, Lu Xing saw him immediately.

Seeing that he kept his head buried, not daring to meet his gaze, Lu Xing snorted coldly in his heart.

It was within Lu Xing's expectation that Yang Nianshu would be caught by Hou Pu for a haircut.

Yang Nianshu wore long bangs, and his hair covered half of his ears.

It should look better if it is cut shorter and the whole ear is exposed.

What Lu Xing didn't expect was that Yang Nianshu was so bold, staring at him so fiercely in broad daylight and in full view of everyone. He stared back several times, but Yang Nianshu didn't restrain himself at all.

Basically, every day, people peek at me, and even took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures. I have never seen Yang Nianshu be so blatant, majestic, and unblinking.

Lu Xing pretended not to see it, and earnestly performed his duties as a discipline committee member.

Another disciplinary committee member caught a classmate who went to school wearing makeup and asked her to use the water in the basin to remove her makeup. The female classmate who was caught killed herself without makeup.

"Senior, I really don't have any makeup on, I just put on a thin layer of concealer and sunscreen."

Her makeup is very light, and she has very little mascara, so it's almost invisible if you don't look carefully.

Lu Xing gently swept her face around, and said in a leisurely manner, "There is makeup. Foundation, mascara, and eyebrows."

He directed again, "Look up...and put on blush."

The female classmate sighed and took the wet tissue and wiped her face.

If she waits for the teacher to come, she will probably apply facial cleanser on her face.

"Brother Xing, your eyes are really sharp." The classmate holding the water at the side gave a thumbs up, "You can see it at a glance with such a light makeup, and I think she is abnormally white."

Lu Xing hooked the corner of his mouth.

The girl's face and neck are completely different in color, which can be seen at a glance.

The eyelashes are curled up and black, and there are black particles that haven't been applied evenly on them, so it's not too obvious.

After removing the makeup, he turned his head and found that Yang Nianshu was still looking at him.

The soles of his feet were crushed on the ground, and Lu walked over, "What are you looking at?"

You are finally here.

Yang Nianshu breathed a sigh of relief, took a step forward, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "Brother Xing, can you help me?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Lu Xing pitifully, with white water droplets swirling in his eye sockets.

fuck.

Lu Xing cursed in his heart.

The little liar is about to cheat again.

But the little liar can't get away with it, Brother Xing doesn't like that at all.

"What help?"

As soon as Lu Xing opened his mouth, Yang Nianshu knew there was something going on.

Yang Nianshu: Lu Xing likes him very much.

"Brother Xing, can you cut my hair for me?" Yang Nianshu raised his hand to check the time, "It's almost time for class, my stomach hurts so much, I want to go to the toilet, there are still several classmates ahead."

Yang Nianshu's plan was that Lu Xing would definitely not condescendingly cut his hair. If Lu Xing let him go to the bathroom, he would escape Hou Pu's clutches and go to the barber shop to get his hair cut after school at noon.

Hou Pu is obsessed with scraping watermelons and cannot extricate himself, and Lu Xing is the boss of discipline at first glance, and his words are very important. It should be easy to let one or two people go.

"Can't hold it anymore?" Lu Xing asked lightly.

"Uh-huh."

Yang Nianshu blinked his little deer eyes, looking pitiful.

"Then I'll let you... join the team?" Lu Xing said lightly.

Yang Nianshu: "..."

This logic is so strong that it is impeccable.

"Brother Xing, I... I have a quirk."

Lu Xing folded his arms and looked at him: Make up, you continue to make up.

"If someone touches the head, I will hit someone."

"If you touch me, you won't hit me?"

"Yeah." Yang Nianshu bit his lips, leaned his brows in the middle, showing a little flustered tangle, "I... want you to cut it for me."

Lu Xing gritted his teeth, and gave a "tsk" in his heart, this little liar is really brave.

"Come out."

Yang Nianshu was overjoyed, it was done.

Just as he was about to leave with his schoolbag on his back, his arm was pulled, and Lu Xing dragged him to the back of the security room.

There is a mirror and a bench on the wall behind the security room. It is a very professional roadside barber stand.

"Okay, Brother Xing..."

Yang Nianshu's throat choked up, and his speech was a little knotted.

"What? Didn't you ask me to cut it for you?"

Shrouded in great shock, before he could react, Yang Nianshu was pushed onto the bench and sat down.

Lu Xing also thoughtfully helped him wrap a big scarf.

Brother Xing, show mercy!

Brother Xing, do you have an English name called Tony?

"Close your eyes."

Lu Xing held his chin and raised his head.

This little liar has slippery skin.

Fingers unconsciously rubbed under his jaw.

Lu Xing looked at his face left and right, stretched out his index finger to make a "1", and drew a line in front of Yang Nianshu's face, it looked like Tony himself.

"Brother Xing, you look so professional. Do you often help people cut hair? Your skills must be amazing."

The whole head was pinched by someone, and Yang Nianshu couldn't help blowing rainbow farts.

"The first time." Lu Xing took a plastic comb and shaved his head twice, leaned over, put his mouth close to his ear, and exhaled, "My virgin cut, here it is for you."

"Cough cough cough."

Yang Nianshu's face flushed from choking.

If he was such a rascal, Yang Nianshu would have lost his temper a long time ago.

But now, instead of not being able to, he asked for it.

"Don't want to?" Lu Xing glanced at Hou Pu next door who was gradually going crazy.

"Yes." Yang Nianshu nodded mechanically with a wooden face.

Among "bald head" and "uncertain hairstyle", Yang Nianshu firmly chose the latter.

If the rest of the hair grows a little longer, he can find the authentic teacher Tony to save it.

"Close your eyes."

Lu Xing pressed down Yang Nianshu's head, grabbed a lock of hair, and started cutting with two "clicks" without any hesitation.

"Brother Xing, take it easy."

Yang Nianshu let out a sob, clamped his legs and hands tightly, closed his eyes tightly, his long eyelashes trembling against his face, and his bright red lips trembled slightly.

Like a warrior about to die generously, and like a delicate flower about to be picked.

Putting these two metaphors together does not seem to be inconsistent.

Lu Xing's hand holding the scissors paused.

The little liar closes his eyes, the lethality is stronger.

What is lighter, what is the importance of cutting hair?

Lu Xing raised his hand, he was going to grab his hair, but rubbed it on Yang Nianshu's ear in a strange way.

Yang Nianshu trembled, opened his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, there was fire inside.

"What are you... why are you touching my ears?!"

The originally flattering tone was mixed with ice.

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Clenched into fists, ready to go, ready to stand up and fight Lu Xing at any time.

Lu Xing's lips curled up, the little liar finally couldn't pretend anymore.

"Didn't you say that if you touch your head, you will hit someone?"

Lu Xing pretended not to know, rubbed his ear again, and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, relax, I won't cut the ear."

Like coaxing a child's tone.

Yang Nianshu bit his cheek and stared at Lu Xing with sharp eyes, he was right.

Squeeze out a few words from between the teeth, "You can touch your head...you can."

"Really? I won't say it earlier."

With a calm face, Lu Xing rubbed his head again.

Yang Nianshu: "..."

I said so! !

"Close your eyes, your hair is in your eyes."

Lu Xing used his index finger and middle finger to grab the bangs on his forehead and lined them up, making a "click".

Yang Nianshu stared at Lu Xing with wide eyes, afraid that he would do something weird again.

"Close your eyes, if you stare at me like this, my hands will shake, and it won't look good if it's cut off."

After Lu Xing urged him several times, Yang Nianshu reluctantly closed his eyes.

Lu Xing felt that he was really talented as a barber, and it was his first time cutting someone's hair, and it went smoothly.

Yang Nianshu's hair is soft and a little light brown.

It should have just been washed, I don't know what shampoo I used, and there is a faint floral fragrance on my hair.

It is smooth and delicate to the touch.

The soft hair is entangled with the fingers, leaving silky traces on the fingertips, especially the faint floral fragrance, lingering around the tip of the nose, which lasts for a long time.

Lu Xing stabbed one after another, as if he was dealing with a work of art.

After Lu Xing made no other small moves, Yang Nianshu closed his eyes, was quietly manipulated, and became a good boy again.

"All right."

Ten minutes later, Lu Xing withdrew his knife.

He was very satisfied with his work, and slightly teased Yang Nianshu's chin to look around.

Yang Nianshu suddenly raised his foot and kicked Lu Xing's knee.

Lu Xing took two steps back and gritted his teeth.

This little liar, cross the river and tear down the bridge.

Yang Nianshu untied the cloth, stretched out his hand to touch the chin that had been rubbed by Lu Xing, managed his expression, and immediately entered a pitiful state, "Brother Xing, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just sat for a long time and my legs are a little bit Cramp. Does kicking hurt?"

Lu Xing looked at him coldly.

After the bangs were cut short, Yang Nianshu's eyes became more prominent, and the wet eyes looked over, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The originally burning flame was extinguished in an instant before it could grow stronger.

Yang Nianshu looked in front of the mirror. There were some irregularities, but the overall effect was not bad. He looked left and right, and praised, "Brother Xing, you are a genius."

This compliment comes from the heart.

"Thank you, Brother Xing."

Yang Nianshu raised his neck, patted off the broken hair on his neck, picked up his schoolbag and prepared to leave.

Yang Nianshu's neat short hair was in stark contrast to the watermelon rind next to him.

The students who were waiting for a haircut at the back also noticed it, and two courageous male students came over and wanted Lu Xing to cut their hair too.

Lu Xing handed the scissors in his hand to the discipline committee member who was traveling with him, clapped his hands and stood aside, not going to cut any more.

Yang Nianshu had just taken two steps when he was stopped again.

Grandma has such a leg, this school is too badass, I don't know what regulations he violated.

"Student, take off the makeup on your face."

The disciplinary committee member with a red armband stopped Yang Nianshu and stuffed a pack of wet tissues into his hand without any explanation.

"what?"

Yang Nianshu thought he was deaf.

When did he put on makeup?

"School Rules of the Seventh Middle School: No make-up is allowed!"

The Disciplinary Committee member pointed to a classmate who was wiping his face in the mirror, and motioned for Yang Nianshu to stand over.

"I don't have makeup on!"

Yang Nianshu straightened his back, confident and confident.

The disciplinary committee snorted and cue a few girls who were taking off their make-up next to them.

"I don't have any makeup on, so I put on some baby cream. I don't know what to remove?"

"That's right, I didn't wear makeup either. If I put on makeup, would I still be such a ghost?"

"She is naturally beautiful, even her skin is white! Too much!"

Yang Nianshu: "..."

"What are you looking at, unload it!"

The disciplinary committee glared at him.

"I haven't seen what cosmetics look like since I grew up?"

"Bite stubborn, right?" The Disciplinary Committee member called Brother Xing, and said to Yang Nianshu, "Our makeup expert is here to convince you."

Yang Nianshu sneered, he was pitiful and didn't bother to pretend, he was upright and not afraid of the shadow being crooked, he didn't have any makeup on, and he had no wool.

Lu Xing was originally helping Hou Pu maintain the haircutting brigade, but upon hearing this, he slowly walked over.

Seeing Yang Nianshu, his eyes darkened.

Yang Nianshu was full of momentum, "Brother Xing" stopped shouting, his neck was stuck, and he looked a little awkward.

"Brother Xing, it's another one without makeup, show me."

The discipline committee member stood aside with his hands in his hands, watching the show.

Lu Xing took a step forward and glanced at Yang Nianshu lightly.

Yang Nianshu didn't know what makeup was. His skin was delicate, his eyes were big, and his eyelashes were black and thick. It looked like he had painted eyeliner.

Against fair skin, the lips look even more voluptuous.

Looking at it from a distance, I thought it was a super natural heavy makeup.

"No..." Lu Xing knew that he didn't wear make-up when he just got his haircut, but he was dissatisfied with his sudden change of attitude when he crossed the river and demolished the bridge. "

Yang Nianshu closed his eyes and rolled his eyes calmly, and took a step forward.

Lu Xing moved his face closer and sniffed Yang Nianshu's face.

"No makeup, but perfume."

Yang Nianshu: "..."

He snorted, "Sixgod is considered a perfume?"

"What is sixgod?"

Lu Xing searched the major perfume brands in his mind, and confirmed that he had never heard of them.

"Liu Shen toilet water."

Lu Xing: "..." I feel like I'm being tricked.

"It's not the smell of toilet water."

"Then you can smell it again."

Yang Nianshu took the initiative to lean over, with a humble tone.

Originally wanted to make some complaints, but since Lu Xing was still his creditor, he forcibly held back.

There is a faint smell of toilet water, and the cool and sweet smell that I have smelled before.

A reassuring taste.

Lu Xing was a little distracted, and unconsciously got close to Yang Nianshu's neck.

Whispered in Yang Nianshu's ear, "It smells so good."

Where the hell are you smelling it?

Yang Nianshu raised his elbow and swung his backhand.