Chapter 30

Facing the landlady's inquiry, Li Heng smiled embarrassedly and said in an ambiguous tone:

"I don't remember clearly, it shouldn't have been that long."

The landlady held a comb in one hand and scissors in the other, looking at the reflection in the mirror and asking: "What kind of style do you want? Crew cut? Or side part?"

He didn't like crew cuts or side parts. After thinking for a while, Li Heng described the hairstyle he often kept in his later life.

After listening, the landlady didn't say anything, held his head straight with both hands, and got busy.

During this period, two more people entered the door; it was Liu Li and Zhang Zhiyong, looking for him.

Li Heng asked Liu Li: "Slept enough?"

Liu Li originally wanted to sit on the sofa, but after seeing clearly that it was Xiao Han, she stopped and went to the bamboo bench on the right.

She replied listlessly: "Napped for almost half an hour, then Liu Yejiang went back to the dormitory, so noisy, so I got up."

Zhang Zhiyong followed and sat down, extremely depressed: "That idiot Liu Yejiang has such a loud voice, and he won't listen when told. Damn it! I really want to slap him twice."

Each dormitory in No. 1 Middle School is for 10 people, with a balcony; the restroom and shower room are shared by each floor.

Among these 10 people, 5 have openly had conflicts with Liu Yejiang.

Two boys have gentle temperaments and have never had conflicts with anyone.

Two others are Liu Yejiang's cronies, both flighty, and usually like to shout and yell. One of them is also a middle school alumnus from the former town, Zou Aiming, who is also the last person in the same batch to be admitted to Shaoshi No. 1 Middle School.

Hearing Liu Li and Zhang Zhiyong keep complaining about Liu Yejiang, Li Heng joked:

"If it affects your rest, just go for it, don't have so many scruples, Sun Man will stand on your side."

At this time, the landlady, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "So it's you, I didn't recognize you before with such long hair. You look like a modest gentleman, are you also so irritable?"

Xiao Han looked down at her book, but thought happily in her heart: He was a thug in his first year, fierce as a ghost! But now he is indeed a modest gentleman, warm as jade. Sigh, when will he fall into my bowl...

Li Heng looked at the landlady behind him through the mirror, smiled, and didn't speak.

Five minutes later, while doing the final refinement, the landlady praised him:

"You look like a completely different person. Why did you keep long hair with such a good face?

Don't keep long hair in the future, it covers up your spirit."

Before he could answer, the landlady said again: "Why don't I take a photo of you? Stick it on the glass at the door for publicity, and haircuts will be free in the future, how about that?"

Li Heng answered irrelevantly: "Teacher's wife, you still have a camera?"

This is the vice principal's wife, calling her teacher's wife is not excessive.

The landlady answered: "Yes, of course, I can not only take them but also develop them. If I take it now, I can give you a few photos tonight, how about it? Consider it?"

Facing everyone's curious gaze, Li Heng finally shook his head and refused.

Seeing this, the landlady didn't force it, just sighed several times.

After the haircut, he washed it again, and the landlady helped him blow-dry it, asking: "Do you want some mousse?"

Li Heng waved his hand: "No, I'm not used to that stuff."

Then he got up and asked: "How much?"

The landlady shook the broken hair on the cape vigorously, "4 mao."

Li Heng counted out 3 one-jiao notes from his pocket and handed over two five-fen coins.

Before leaving, he turned back to greet Xiao Han, then left with his two meal buddies.

Arriving at the playground, Liu Li asked regretfully: "Take a photo, get photos, and don't need money for haircuts in the future, why didn't you agree?"

Li Heng reached out to catch a fallen leaf and boasted: "My ideal is the whole sea of stars, how can I let a photo be stifled in this corner."

On the other side.

After coming out of the barbershop after trimming her bangs, Peng Dan saw there were no outsiders and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Xiao Han, didn't you say you didn't have much contact with Li Heng? I think you two are quite familiar today, huh?"

Xiao Han curved her eyebrows and eyes and said: "Yes! I think it's strange too. Maybe Dandan, you are too charming today, and he wants to get to know you through me."

Peng Dan is timid as a mouse in front of people, not daring to say a word about boys, but she is very lively in private, and immediately cooperated and clamored:

"Great, great! You two are from the same place, call him to play together more often in the future."

Xiao Han teased her friend, "Why? Do you have a crush on him?"

Peng Dan blinked, held her hand, and said flatteringly: "Someone with good grades and such looks is simply rarer than a giant panda, fresh and pleasant.

We can get familiar first and see if there's a chance after graduation."

Xiao Han praised in a helpful manner: "I think this idea is good. He is cultivated both inside and out, approachable, and the cost-performance ratio of marrying him home as a husband must be super good."

At the same time, she made up her mind: Must record Dandan, this dead girl, in my little notebook; she actually dared to eye my rare collection, scratch her off, scratch her off!

"Scratch off" was a fresh word he used to complain about Yingwen yesterday; she didn't expect to use it herself today. She was so happy she almost laughed out loud. This is truly a sweet burden.

At this time, another friend, Chen Yan, teased Xiao Han: "Hey! I remember you didn't like him at all before, why are you so interested in mentioning him today?"

Xiao Han's right hand was like a cat's claw, and she grabbed at the air without blushing or panting, quibbling:

"A country boy changing his face to conquer city girls, don't you think I should be very gratified? He is my middle school classmate."

Peng Dan also remembered and jumped up and shouted: "That's not it! I remember you once said to Chen Zi Jin that he looked like a thug with long hair, so ugly!"

I did that to deliberately anger Chen Zi Jin; the truth is of course not like that. Xiao Han took the Youth Digest and patted her friend, her mouth curved into a crescent moon:

"Really? Now that he's cut his hair, of course, I can't get enough of looking at him."

Running to the cafeteria, unexpectedly, there were still leftovers.

Zhang Zhiyong admitted defeat and brought over the one jin of spicy sea flowers he bought earlier. The three of them gathered together to feast, their mouths puffing with the extreme spiciness!

Eating with great gusto.

Halfway through the meal, Liu Li suddenly said: "By the way, Li Heng, just now when I accompanied Old Yong to buy spicy sea flowers outside the school, I ran into the English teacher.

She said she had something to find you for, and told you to go to the head teacher's office after getting your haircut; she is waiting for you."

Li Heng's heart moved, could it be that there is news about "To Live"?

A moment later, he was a little suspicious; it had only been five days since he mailed it, is it really that fast?

But never mind, he would know when they met.

After hurriedly finishing his meal, simply washing the bowls and chopsticks, and handing them to the two, he ran to the classroom with anticipation.

The head teacher's office is in the stairwell, next to the classroom, separated by a corridor.

As long as the office door and the classroom door are all opened, Teacher Wang Qi can see most corners of the classroom while sitting in the office chair.

Running to the third floor in one breath, he found that the head teacher at the classroom door was not there.

Peering into the office, it was still empty.

Didn't the English teacher say she would wait for me here?

As a result, even the head teacher disappeared, and not even a ghost was seen.

Just as he turned around in disappointment, his gaze accidentally drifted into the classroom.

Huh, someone?

The next instant, his whole body was petrified on the spot as if under a spell, staring fixedly at the person in the third row of the fourth group.

(End of chapter)