Xueba, wake up

After eating half a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts, He Zhonghe felt like returning to the world.

He had already greeted Du Lanzhen, saying that he would stay with Yan Sheng in the classroom for a while after self-study and school. Du Lanzhen did not object, and she was relieved that He Zhonghe and Yan Sheng were together.

"I can only lose contact with you for a day." He Zhonghe said as he went upstairs, "The phone was almost confiscated."

"Fortunately, it's black hair now, otherwise he would just bald you." After Yan Sheng heard his description, Old Zheng seemed not so strict in comparison.

"I can't really cut a pot head and cut it flat, can I?" He Zhonghe was very worried. If his hair was shaved short, the newly grown white hair would be very obvious.

"Listen to your teacher's arrangement." Yan Sheng said.

Their teacher arranged very horrible.

The next morning, He Zhonghe sat in the classroom without moving a single hair. Sure enough, he was called out by Teacher Li when he was halfway through his morning reading.

Several new students from other classes were also called out together, including Bu Yueran.

Teacher Li walked back and forth slowly in front of a row of students with unqualified hair.

In the empty corridor, the small class classroom is at the far west end, and the physical education class in the east classroom is empty, the door is locked, and the only two classrooms on the whole floor are separated by a big iron fence door.

If Teacher Li took out the big scissors and cut them off, no one would be able to save them.

He Zhonghe was used to standing against the wall, but when Teacher Li walked in front of him, he quietly turned his back away from the wall.

"It's all done within an hour," Teacher Li said after turning around a few times.

One minute later, a teacher walked out of the school gate, followed by five listless high school seniors.

He Zhonghe had never paid attention to the barber shop in front of the school. He went in and found out that it was run by an old man, and he was the only one in the shop.

It seems that Mr. Li is a regular visitor here. He brought five people in and sat down on the small sofa: "All cut, old standard."

The old man was very reticent, nodded, adjusted the worn-out chair lift, and looked at them.

The five students hesitated.

"There are still 56 minutes." Teacher Li said, "I will drive home for a week after the overtime."

The shoulder-length short-haired girl at the front moved.

The old man didn't let him wash his hair, he just sat there and it started.

The floor of the small barber shop is very dirty, there are broken hairs that haven't been cleaned, the dye that dripped and was trampled everywhere when dyeing the hair, there are all kinds of dry hair caps and earmuffs, and the dirty film is piled up in the corner pile.

The air conditioner was on and the heating was sufficient, and the restaurant smelled of unclean food mixed with various other pungent smells.

The atmosphere was extremely dull.

Everyone in the store was silent, and He Zhonghe stared at the strands of hair falling on the ground in a daze.

In fact, he couldn't figure it out, could short hair make his score higher?

Are all those who go to Qingbei and come back to receive scholarships every year with bald heads?

If I remember correctly, when the top science student of the previous session was dressed up and stood on the rostrum to give a speech on behalf of the outstanding graduates, all the girls in the audience were amazed, and they all envied her image of a beautiful schoolmaster.

They are all disheveled high school seniors, but someone thinks it's superfluous to erase the last touch of color for them, making the picture monotonous and disharmonious.

The old man quickly finished cutting the first girl, and Bu Yueran sat on the chair lift.

Click, click, a large lock of long black hair fell to the ground.

A soft sob broke the silence.

He Zhonghe raised his head in surprise.

Bu Yueran sat on the chair, closed her eyes and bit her lips tightly, tears dripping down her cheeks, trying to suppress the choked voice in her throat to prevent Teacher Li from hearing it.

Still holding the shiny silver scissors, the old man cut her long black hair short and flat from a very short position behind her head.

Bu Yueran took off his glasses and wiped his eyes vigorously with his sleeve.

No one spoke in the store, and Mr. Li may have heard the voice, but there was no response.

He Zhonghe took out a few sheets of paper from the shelf and handed them to the class monitor, clearing his throat: "Master, there is no need to cut it so short, it can be kept at the bottom."

"Oh." The uncle raised his head and glanced at him, he still cut it flat with the scissors, and asked Bu Yueran, "Little girl, do you want the bangs in front?"

As she said that, she stretched out the scissors, and wanted to cut a thin layer of bangs in half in the middle of her forehead.

Bu Yueran shrank back abruptly, shook her head vigorously, not suppressing her sobbing, took the tissue and pressed it to her eyes.

He Zhonghe walked to her side and patted her on the shoulder.

When I went back, the campus was empty, and the bell for the first class came from the main building of Senior One and Senior Two.

The cold wind rushed into the lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

The first class had just begun, and no one noticed that their haircuts were ugly, the girls were shaved into square heads, and the boys' hair looked like a dog had eaten it.

In class 24, if someone came in from the classroom with a different hairstyle after the holidays, he would be the focus of the whole class.

It is estimated that Liu Yulin's jump from the building did not cause much shock to these people, they were so indifferent to numbness that they would not take their eyes off the books unless the sky fell.

Every time a class is finished, the teacher can't get off the podium, either delaying the class or being surrounded by a group of questioning people.This classroom is like a perpetual motion machine, once you enter it, you will never stop.

After class, he asked the girls around to borrow a small mirror, but He Zhonghe simply didn't bother to care about his hair.

It was messy to the touch, and even though it had been grown as long as possible, the look he saw before leaving the barber shop still made him feel unbearable to look directly at.

The canteen of the small class also has a small kitchen. They go to the staff canteen closest to the third floor of the high school to eat, and they must finish the work and return to the classroom within 15 minutes.

When walking to the canteen alone, He Zhonghe glanced at the canteen to the north several times, but he didn't see Yan Sheng among the pile of winter school uniforms.

And did not see any acquaintances.

Almost everyone in the small class is a lone ranger, rushing into the cafeteria with a book in their hands, reading the book and finishing their meal, and then returning from the cafeteria to the classroom with a book in their arms.

The badge card of University S that I brought from class 24 was pasted on the table again. Sitting in the classroom, I seemed to be unable to grasp anything. The only thing that made me feel at ease was this photo.

In the evening, Yansheng waited for him at the stairs as usual, and He Zhonghe turned off the corridor lights after leaving the classroom.

Yan Sheng was reciting words on his mobile phone, but he was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to see He Zhonghe walking towards him.

The hairstyle profile is very peculiar.

"It's okay." Yan Sheng looked at him, "It's not much different from before."

"Don't comfort me." He Zhonghe raised his hand and went downstairs with him.

"Really." Yan Sheng smiled, walked quickly and turned on the light downstairs, but He Zhonghe rushed over and turned it off again.

When he left the teaching building and walked under the street lights, He Zhonghe still walked in the dark very vigilantly. In the end, the street lights were too bright, so he simply put his hat on his head.

"Look, the glowing cat." Yan Sheng pointed to the flower bed.

"Where is it!" He Zhonghe suddenly turned his head.

This is really learning to be stupid.

Yan Sheng pinched his hat and pulled it lightly.

When He Zhonghe came to his senses and turned his head to stare at Yansheng, he had already had a 360-degree view of his head.

"It's so handsome." Yan Sheng showed a surprised expression, patted his head, put his hand on the back of his head and moved closer to him, "You're so handsome, who are you?"

"Get out." He Zhonghe wanted to slap him very much now, so he laughed after staring at him for a while, touched the tip of his nose, and asked in a low voice, "Can you still watch?"

"It must be a male celebrity." Yan Sheng glanced to the side, seeing no one, quickly rubbed He Zhonghe's face with the tip of his nose.

"Let our class see that I can laugh and have a hoarse voice." He Zhonghe said, "My voice is a little hoarse now, and the small class is made to recite loudly because no one is in class on the floor, and my voice is smoking."

The peppermint water can't be lowered, not only because of the endorsement, but there is no chance to talk at other times of the day except for the endorsement and asking the teacher questions, and I feel so dry.

Every day in the small class was a dying struggle, until the third week when the whole person was in a trance, and finally took a big rest.

It was a very deserted day, all the former classmates were in class, Du Lanzhen was also at work, and He Zhonghe was at home alone, lying on the bed tense.

Putting on headphones to listen to songs or even watching Yansheng videos does not feel relaxing. The strings have been stretched too tight for too long and have hardened.

Uncomfortable, Baba stayed at home all afternoon, fell asleep very lightly, and when he woke up, it was already dark.

My throat continued to smoke, my throat was a little sore, and my temples were also swollen and painful.

He got up in a daze and gave himself a bag of cold granules, He Zhonghe felt that he would really collapse if he stayed in the small class for a while.

The phone turned on on the sofa. He touched it and took a look. It was Shi Yujie.

-ddddd If you are free in the evening, I will skip class

"Yes, you choose the place." He Zhonghe returned the voice to him.

- hey what's upI'm in class, and the voice transfer is this

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Screenshot of the chat interface, under He Zhonghe's voice bar is "Yes, local Yi Diao."

- have a cold , nasal

He Zhonghe went back to the news, put the phone aside, and fell into the sofa weakly.

Before Shi Yujie got a message or a call, my mother sent a message saying that I would not be back at night because of something.He lay on the sofa until after seven o'clock when there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, so pale!" Shi Yujie was stunned when he saw He Zhonghe. He hadn't seen him for almost a month, and he was much haggard.

"Cold." He Zhonghe sneezed loudly, returned to the living room, thought for a while, then went to the bathroom to find a box of small rubber bands, grabbed two handfuls of hair in front of the mirror, and tied them into a small upside-down braid.

"Don't go out to make troubles at night, just eat something at home." Shi Yujie put down the hot pot ingredients and dipping sauce he brought, still surprised, "What's the matter with the hair?!"

"The teacher in charge brought the scissors." He Zhonghe touched his own apple head, but fortunately he could tie it up.

"Is this what the head teacher gnawed on?!" Shi Yujie circled him twice, "Are you sick, the head teacher of the small class! It doesn't matter how long the hair stays! It also cares about eating and sleeping!"

"It's true." He Zhonghe sniffed, and he was already airtight. This wave of seasonal colds is coming fiercely, "He must read books when he eats, and he will check the dormitory in person when he lives on campus. He must lie down before twelve o'clock, and he must be handed over A reading lamp."

"Fuck..." Shi Yujie's small eyes wrinkled into a slit in pain, "It's so perverted..."

"Eat, I'm hungry, I missed a meal at noon." He Zhonghe waved his hand and went to the kitchen to get the pot.

When the smell and steam of the hot pot filled the dining room, He Zhonghe leaned on his chair, staring at the pot in a daze, and didn't pick up the meat when it was cooked.

"I'm very worried about your state now." Shi Yujie scooped up a spoonful for him and put it on a plate, "Don't hold on, if you can't do it, come down."

"Yeah." He Zhonghe poked the meat with his chopsticks. Although his stomach was empty and he was hungry, he had no taste in his mouth and no appetite for the hot pot. "What did you say Daxiu wanted to talk to me before?"

"Yes." Shi Yujie patted his head, "The focus is off."

"What is it?" He Zhonghe really couldn't remember, and looked at him thoughtfully.

Shi Yujie paused in horror, and snapped his fingers in front of his face: "Hey, are you okay?"

"Huh?" He Zhonghe only felt that Shi Yujie's face was blurred under the mist, he had a headache, a stuffy nose, dizzy and sleepy.

"Talk about your partner." Shi Yujie looked at him and asked worriedly, "Who can remember your partner?"

"..." He Zhonghe sat up straight with difficulty, "Let's talk."

Shi Yujie ate a few mouthfuls before asking. Actually, there was nothing to talk about. He had nothing to ask about his brother's own affairs. He was simply surprised: "This is your first time."

"Yes." He Zhonghe tilted his head and nodded.

"When did it happen? Winter vacation?"

"My birthday." He Zhonghe thought about it with difficulty. This time, thinking about it consumed a lot of brain cells and made him even sleepier.

"Fuck, no wonder, the world of Ganqing has gone..."

He Zhonghe listened to his thoughts, and felt that his consciousness was slowly leaving his body.

"Actually, I have nothing to say. I was shocked when I heard it from your mouth. I can see it before. Hey Guo Yao, don't be angry with her, she didn't mean it..."

"I'm just very emotional. Such a good freshman brother has suddenly become someone else's. If Niaosheng dares to bully you or let you be the one next to you, tell me and I will help you beat him..."

There was no movement on the other side of the steaming mist from the hot pot.

When Shi Yujie paused, there was a little sound over there, a slight snoring sound due to nasal congestion.

Shi Yujie fanned away the mist in shock: "...Fall asleep?"