Chapter 3126: My Wife and I Role-play Daily Life 11

At the second quarter of Mao hour, Chenshu brought ten new disciples to the Wen Dao Academy.

The new disciples formed a line and filed in, each face showing varying degrees of nervousness and anticipation. As they entered the courtyard, the first thing they saw was Jin Chen's figure sitting on the long bench, his long hair loose over his shoulders, reaching his waist, without those jingling ornaments, making him look much more low-key than usual, yet thus more charming. The morning breeze brushed past, lifting a few strands of his hair, which gently swayed in the light and shadow, like a budding magnolia.

Jin Chen sat on the long bench, his shoulders slightly slumped, his chin lightly resting on the backs of his clasped hands, his expression somewhat dim, as if he had something on his mind.

The ten pairs of eyes of the new disciples instantly turned into starry eyes; they stopped, then all bowed together to Jin Chen and Zhao Tiezhu, saying, 'Senior Brother, good morning.'

They respectfully bowed to Jin Chen and Zhao Tiezhu, performed the morning greeting, then each took their place, yet involuntarily their gazes drifted toward Jin Chen, like a swarm of bees drawn to flowers.

Jin Chen weakly waved his hand at them, his voice a few degrees lower than usual, 'Morning.'

This appearance simply evoked pity, making one want to rush over and ask the senior brother if he had encountered something sad.

Seeing his listless state, which didn't look like physical discomfort, Chenshu teased, 'What's wrong with you, Junior Brother Jin Chen? Early in the morning, you look like you're being chased by demons.'

Jin Chen lifted his chin slightly from the back of his hand, his voice drawn out, 'Worse than that.'

But Chenshu knew Jin Chen too well; this look probably meant he was hiding something nasty inside, his stomach full of mischief.

But Chenshu went along with it, walked up to Jin Chen, bent slightly to look at him, and asked, 'What's wrong?'

Jin Chen stretched out a finger, poked his chest, then lifted his head to look at Chenshu and casually remarked, 'Senior Brother Chenshu said he would apologize to me. Unfortunately, I thought about it all last night, didn't even get a good beauty sleep, and still haven't figured out how to accept this apology.'

Chenshu: '... Let me remind you, Jin Chen, you don't need to sleep now.'

Jin Chen pretended not to hear his interruption, continued, self-absorbed: 'Fortunately I just saw Tiezhu braiding the sparring puppets' hair, which finally gave me an idea.'

He raised his head, squinting with a smile, 'How about Senior Brother Chenshu helps me braid my hair? If you don't know how, Tiezhu can teach you. Tiezhu's skill is great—look at how neatly those puppets' braids are done.'

Upon hearing there was something for him, Zhao Tiezhu eagerly lifted his head, 'I'll share everything I know!'

Beside them, Zhao Tiezhu's puppets stood in a neat row, the few red braids on their wooden heads swaying in the morning breeze.

Chenshu's vision darkened; he thought, 'As expected.'

He let out a quiet sigh in his heart; Jin Chen indeed still treated him as a nemesis to occasionally nauseate, otherwise he wouldn't, while their relationship hadn't improved, prefer to use such things to disgust him.

Seeing Chenshu not respond and looking a bit troubled, Jin Chen sat up a little, feeling aggrieved: 'Senior Brother won't go back on his word, will he? There are so many junior brothers and sisters watching. You're the chief disciple of UnExtinguished Peak, your word is binding—you can't break it, right?'

Chenshu turned his head to glance at the new disciples, seeing a few of them with eager expressions, likely wanting to volunteer to braid Jin Chen's hair, especially the one named Yun Xiaoqiao, whose eye sockets were already a bit red, not sure if from fear or excitement.

He curled his lips, turned back, and asked Jin Chen, 'Are you sure you want me to braid your hair?'

Jin Chen nodded eagerly, hands cupping his face, eyes blinking: 'Can you? Can you?'

00 couldn't help but exclaim, this nemesis's tactics are truly superb! Actually thinking of using this method to humiliate its tasker! This is more insulting than winning a fight!

"Tasker, you must humiliate him thoroughly—give him an ugly hairstyle! Or pull his hair out bald!"

Chenshu smiled at Jin Chen: 'Sure, just give me a moment to prepare.'

Jin Chen hummed twice, obediently closed his eyes, and waited.

Chenshu turned and went to the front courtyard, where the medicinal cultivator's class was held today; after a while he returned, holding a small exquisite box in his hand.

When he returned to the courtyard, Jin Chen was already sitting properly on the long bench, with a small table added before him, holding freshly brewed tea and several plates of snacks.

The ten new disciples each found a seat, chins in hand, eagerly watching this side; seeing Chenshu return, their ten starry eyes followed his movement in unison, neck angles remarkably consistent, about to witness the further leap in this nemesis pair's relationship, their anticipation not lacking compared to Jin Chen's.

Chenshu stood behind Jin Chen, lowering his gaze to behold the scattered jet-black hair.

Feeling his approach, Jin Chen wanted to open his eyes, but Chenshu reached from behind and covered them, 'No need to open.'

Jin Chen let out an 'oh', his fingertip twitched slightly, Spiritual Power drifted and attached to Zhao Tiezhu's puppets, making them move, walking up to the new disciples, signaling them not to idle, using this time to train.

The new disciples all rose and began practicing basic movements with the puppets, though their attention was clearly not wholly on training, their gazes still occasionally drifting toward Jin Chen.

Chenshu picked up a wooden comb and began combing Jin Chen's long hair, his fingertips lightly threading through the strands, gliding slowly from crown to tips; Jin Chen had originally been braced, ready to retaliate at any moment, but as the comb repeatedly passed through his hair, he soon gradually relaxed, leaning back in the chair like a cat whose fur has been smoothed.

Chenshu lowered his gaze to the strands in his palm, his eyes unconsciously softening a bit; his fingers separated the hairs strand by strand, then finely wove them together, so practiced it didn't seem like his first time braiding someone's hair.

He suddenly spoke, 'Our relationship was so bad before; Junior Brother, you must really dislike me?'

Jin Chen, eyes closed, replied offhand, 'No.'

He seemed to have given it no thought at all, 'I don't dislike Senior Brother at all.'

Chenshu's fingers paused, his tone carrying a hint of indifference, not sure whether he believed it, he patted Jin Chen's head, 'Best be so.'

Jin Chen immersed in the comfortable feeling, not noticing any change around him at all.

At some point, the practice sounds of the junior brothers and sisters stopped; they stared blankly in Jin Chen's direction, their faces showing a variety of expressions, and the time Chenshu spent braiding Jin Chen's hair had indeed become rather long.

Chenshu closed the wooden box, his motion calm without a hint of guilt, lowering his eyes to look at Jin Chen's turned face; his gaze fell on the various hairpin ends amidst the black hair, a smile in his eyes, his voice softer than usual: 'Done.'

Jin Chen opened his eyes; unable to see his own appearance, he turned his head to Chenshu and asked, 'Does it look good?'

Chenshu solemnly replied, 'Very good-looking.'

Jin Chen felt satisfied, then turned to look at the junior brothers and sisters and Zhao Tiezhu, anticipating their evaluation.

The crowd fell into a subtle silence for a few breaths.

Behind Jin Chen, Chenshu looked at them with a smile that carried a slight warning, clearly stating that whoever dared say it wasn't good-looking would bear the consequences.

Thus everyone nodded in unison and said in one voice, 'Good-looking!'

Jin Chen smiled satisfactorily.