The whole school is waiting for my confession

The teacher Tony in this shop is not bad at his craftsmanship.

Most importantly, he didn't really recreate the catastrophic bald hairstyle, but played it a little bit on his own, and the final result is not bad.

Jiang Qingyan's current hair length is slightly longer than the inch cut, which is a standard student hairstyle, but it is a bit subtle when paired with Jiang Qingyan's murderous expression.

Sure enough, it was his looks that supported his hairstyle. The original hairstyle was considered wild, but now it is refreshing, which highlights the sharpness and delicacy of Jiang Qingyan's facial features. He is now frowning, adding a melancholy temperament.

Bai Juan watched Jiang Qingyan's strands of hair fall from the side, and smiled happily.

"I'll just say look good."

Jiang Qingyan smirked.

Teacher Tony praised while trimming: "Handsome guy's hair is easy to cut. Why don't you dye your hair again? It's almost New Year's Eve, dye it red, it's festive."

Jiang Qingyan didn't have such a good temper with him anymore: "Do you think I'm not attractive enough? No more nonsense, no more money."

Jiang Qingyan's resentful look was very convincing, and Tony kept silent.

It so happened that two girls pushed the door open and came in, seeing Jiang Qingyan's eyes lit up, the girl's heart was pierced by Jiang Qingyan's unruly appearance, whispering and sitting aside waiting for service.

Bai Juan walked closer to observe carefully, and became more and more satisfied: "Not bad, very good."

Jiang Qingyan asked: "Do you want to try it too?"

...Bai Juan's aesthetic really needs to be improved.

Bai Juan shook his head: "When you beat me, I will go right away."

Jiang Qingyan thought to himself, how could he waste it on such boring things, but he said: "Okay, I won't give you a chance to regret it when the time comes."

Having lost his hair, which he usually cherished so much, Jiang Qingyan felt his head was chilly, and he felt dangling when he walked.

Jiang Qingyan walked in low spirits, with her new hairstyle and hand injury, she seemed to have committed a crime.

After wearing a mask, this domineering walking posture is even more villainous, and passers-by automatically avoid it.

And Bai Juan was beside him, extremely uncoordinated, like a little glutinous rice ball that was trafficked.

Suddenly a female voice came from behind, with a bit of timidity: "Wait a minute."

Bai Juan turned around and realized that it was the girls he saw in the barber shop, and he just saw them secretly taking pictures of Jiang Qingyan.

One of them took two steps forward with a slightly red face, summoned up his courage and said, "Hi, can you give me your contact information?"

She looked away as soon as she finished speaking.

When Jiang Qingyan and Bai Juan looked at me and I looked at you, they both felt that the girls were asking each other.

Jiang Qingyan embraced Bai Juan's shoulders and replied, "No."

Before the girl had time to regret it, she noticed this little action, and her expression was a little complicated: "Is this your...friend beside you?"

"Obviously not."

The girl's face became even redder: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know, I'm sorry to bother you."

Just two steps away, she turned back again: "You guys have to work hard!"

Bai Juan asked, "Aren't we friends anymore?"

Jiang Qingyan was silent for a moment: "Better than friends."

Bai Juan nodded, a little happy: "But this girl is really nice, and she cheers us on. You must do well in the exam next time."

Jiang Qingyan: ...Could it be that he really doesn't understand?

Confused, Jiang Qingyan looked at Bai Juan's eyes again.

Bai Juan looked at Jiang Qingyan really unhappy, and at this moment finally belatedly felt guilty.

So he said: "You wait for me here."

Jiang Qingyan let go of her hand: "What are you going to do?"

"You wait here."

Jiang Qingyan looked at Bai Juan's back curiously, only to see him disappearing without a trace after turning around a few times in the crowd.

Not long after, Bai Juan came back. He approached Jiang Qingyan quietly from behind, and put the black wool cap he bought on Jiang Qingyan.

"It should be better this way."

Jiang Qingyan pulled up the brim of her hat, her ears turned red.

"You bought it for me?"

Bai Juan nodded: "Does it look good?"

Jiang Qingyan couldn't see what the hat looked like, but she was deeply suspicious of Bai Juan's aesthetics: "Even if it's ugly, with my face supporting it, it shouldn't be much worse."

Jiang Qingyan's humiliation and depression from cutting his hair were all resolved by such a hat, and he himself felt that he was too easy to dismiss.

Bai Juan sighed: "Obviously the hat is pretty, I just wanted to buy one for myself."

"Why don't you buy it?"

"...no money."

Jiang Qingyan did not expect such an honest reason: "Then I will buy it for you."

He let Bai Juan lead the way.

Bai Juan didn't mean that: "No, obviously I gave you the hat, why did you give it to me instead?"

"What's the point of giving each other gifts? It's not right for you to give me gifts for no reason."

Bai Juan: It makes sense.

Jiang Qingyan pushed Bai Juan to buy a pair of the same style, one black and one white, which seemed to match well.

*

Early in the morning on Monday, the hard-working teachers worked overtime to deliver the latest report cards, which were posted on the bulletin board at the door of the class one by one, attracting students to flock here.

If it was usual, Jiang Qingyan would have to take advantage of this hand injury to take a ten-day or eight-day vacation, but this time is different, he has almost become half of Bai Juan's little slave, obeying Bai Juan's orders to study hard.

He slipped in through the back door, looked at the excitement in front, and felt that he was out of tune with the world.

Liu Bufan and the others were naturally not interested in reading the report card. When they saw Jiang Qingyan, they hugged him exaggeratedly: "Hey, who is this, you must have gone wrong."

In fact, Liu Bufan already knew about Jiang Qingyan's haircut at the weekend, and now he feels even happier when he sees it, so he has to take off his hat and take a look for himself.

Jiang Qingyan twisted his wrist with one hand and cut it backwards: "Don't seek death."

The other bad friends also spoke mercilessly: "Brother Yan can't think about anything, why do you return this hand..."

This location is indeed somewhat misleading.

Jiang Qingyan interrupted coldly: "One hand can beat you up."

It just so happened that the head teacher came to post the consolidated class report card. When he saw Jiang Qingyan, he called him away angrily.

"Jiang Qingyan, how did you promise me before?"

Jiang Qingyan: "I really went to the hospital, I didn't lie to you."

Teacher Chen shook his head: "You, you..."

Jiang Qingyan raised her wrist, the thick gauze was dazzlingly white.

When Teacher Chen saw it, he immediately changed his words: "Are you... serious?"

Jiang Qingyan: "Of course it is, maybe I'm still pretending."

Old Chen frowned when he heard this, his gaze changed from condemnation to worry.

This is a haircut, and what kind of wrist cutting, Jiang Qingyan's psychological state is worrying.

I usually see him laughing and joking, but I didn't expect the child to hide so many things in his heart.

When the class bell rang, Jiang Qingyan was about to go back, but was stopped by Lao Chen.

Jiang Qingyan said, "Don't I have to go to class?"

Jiang Qingyan heard Lao Chen say in the most gentle tone of his life: "It's okay, don't be in a hurry, let's talk first."

Jiang Qingyan's skin was aroused by his strange and contrived voice, and she quickly said: "Mr. Chen, I was wrong, I shouldn't miss the exam, even if I have both hands broken, I still have to answer the questions with a pen in my mouth." of."

Teacher Chen's tone became softer: "Hey, why do you say that, is the exam important? Important. But is it that important? Not at all."

Jiang Qingyan's eyelids twitched: "Teacher... If I didn't scold you directly, don't do that, it's quite scary."

Has Lao Chen been taken away?

There was no one in the mathematics office. Teacher Chen moved the teacher's office chair across from him to his side, and held Jiang Qingyan's hand affectionately.

"Why is the teacher willing to scold you? You are so smart, and the young man is not bad-looking, but he is a bit rebellious. Usually the teacher is strict with you for your own good. In fact, all the teachers like you."

Jiang Qingyan withdrew her hand suddenly, what the hell was he talking about.

"So, you can discuss anything with the teacher. Going to extremes is the stupidest way. Parents who suffer from body, hair and skin, how can you not think about it."

Jiang Qingyan twitched the corners of her mouth speechlessly, then lowered her head in a coordinated look of despair:

"Teacher, can I discuss returning the physical education class, you have already occupied two classes."

Teacher Chen: "What's the matter, of course. Then you can talk to the teacher, what happened?"

"...Do you really want to know?" Jiang Qingyan raised one eye.

"Don't worry. If there is any conflict at home, the teacher will try his best to help you."

Jiang Qingyan pointed to Bai Juan who suddenly appeared at the door.

"because of him!"

"what?"

"what?"

Teacher Chen and Bai Juan spoke in unison.

Although Bai Juan didn't know what Jiang Qingyan and the teacher were talking about, there was something more important at this moment: "Teacher, the first period of our class is math class, you have been late for a long time."

Teacher Chen slapped his head and picked up the lesson plans and handouts and the thermos cup on his desk.

"The teacher forgot, come here."

Jiang Qingyan greeted Bai Juan at the door.

"You ask everyone to take out the test papers, and we will analyze the test papers in this class."

"Okay." Bai Juan immediately trotted away upon hearing this.

Old Chen patted Jiang Qingyan on the shoulder, and said softly, "Then you should go to class first."

Jiang Qingyan Zheng nodded.

Bai Juan went back to the classroom and explained, the class quickly quieted down, obediently waiting for the teacher's arrival.

Ma Zhile looked curiously at Jiang Qingyan who was passing by the window, and asked, "Brother Jiang, what's wrong?"

Bai Juan didn't know what he was referring to, so he replied, "He shaved his head and injured his hand."

The tiny pause in the middle was ignored by Ma Zhile, and the sentence changed from juxtaposition to cause and effect.He thought about it: It seems that shaving your own head is quite dangerous, and it is easy to hurt your hands.

After such a day, there are no less than ten versions about why Jiang Qingyan cut her head and got injured.

In the end, among the students, the official explanation of Bai Juan stood out.

During the lunch break and sleeping, Jiang Qingyan finally took off her hat and got down on the ground. Liu Bufan and others who had been squatting for a long time caught him and gave him a slap.

"Actually, it's okay." Liu Bufan suppressed a smile. "What's your hairstyle called?"

Jiang Qingyan flew away with a sharp glance.

If I say that this is the same style as the uncle in the milk tea shop, you probably won’t believe it.

Another person said: "Brother Yan, your craftsmanship is not bad, you have improved, it seems to be the case."

Jiang Qingyan:?