Chapter 328: A Chapter Without Any Plot

August 16th, early morning.

There was only the sound of splashing water in the Dormitory.

The warm water soaked her long hair, flowing down in strands, wetting her delicate eyebrows and causing her to close her eyes, then flowing over the bridge of her high nose, following the perfect curve of her cheeks, passing her neck, sliding over her collarbones, sliding over her shoulders, all the way down...

Her snow-white right-angled shoulders, her back smooth as satin.

Her hair clung to it, water flowing down.

"Splash, splash, splash..."

The sound of water rang out incessantly.

The vanity mirror gradually became covered in a layer of mist.

Accompanied by a soft humming sound.

Zhang Suannai wiped her hands from her forehead backward to reduce the water content in her hair, then walked forward a little bit, letting the running water wash only her back, then she turned around and cupped a handful of water in her hands, bringing it to her mouth.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

After rinsing her mouth, she couldn't help but purse her lips, her mouth forming a very small round hole, aimed at the floor drain in the bathroom:

"Pfft~~"

A slender and uniform stream of water spat out from her mouth, bending into a perfect arc in the air, landing accurately above the floor drain.

Just like a fountain.

The stream of water was continuous, spraying for a long time.

"Puh-puh..."

The sound of air bubbles indicated there was no more water in her mouth.

Zhang Suannai hurriedly turned around again to cup a handful of water.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

"Pfft~~"

"Puh-puh..."

After repeating this a few times, she turned off the water, took a look at the shelf, and used her hand to nudge the bottles and jars so they were facing forward.

"Emmm..."

Today, I'll favor Qingqing's high-end body wash.

Zhang Suannai picked up the body wash.

Delicate foam covered her long, toned legs, adding a unique sense of beauty to them, and before long, it quickly faded away under the rinsing water.

A bath towel wrapped around her body, absorbing the tiny, delicate beads of water on her jade-like skin.

"Squeak, squeak..."

Her slender white hand wiped the mirror.

A small patch of mist was wiped away.

Zhang Suannai's face appeared in the mirror.

A melon-seed face, barely larger than a palm, big eyes black and white and very lively, her hair draped down wet, her bangs parted in the middle... even she herself thought she looked good; among everyone she had ever seen in the whole world, she felt that only her roommate could barely compare to her.

Hmm, just barely.

If they really had to compare...

The final winner was always Zhang Suannai.

"So pretty!"

Zhang Suannai walked out, returned to the room, stood in front of the wardrobe for a good while, then picked out clothes and pants and threw them on the bed.

Then she pulled off the bath towel and threw it aside casually.

A moment later—

Zhang Suannai wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a very casual white T-shirt, paired with a youthful-style little jacket, planning to put on those white boots she had bought but rarely wore when she went out later; in this world, nothing is more beautiful than the youthful vitality of one's prime years.

By this time, the bathroom mirror had returned to clarity.

Zhang Suannai walked back in, her hair already dry, hanging loose and scattered; she faced the mirror, leaned in close, and used her hand to fiddle with her bangs.

Because this hair had been cut short and was now growing out, it was a bit unruly, and the bangs were always poking her eyes.

Zhang Suannai thought for a moment—

A Long Sword appeared out of thin air.

Zhang Suannai bent down, facing the mirror, one hand holding the Long Sword, the other grabbing her bangs.

Strands of hair fell down.

Chen Shu sat in the courtyard, draped in a cloth.

Ning Qing held a pair of specialized scissors, focused on cutting his hair.

Chen Shu couldn't help but roll his eyes upward, wanting to peek at his hair, but it was obviously impossible to see.

"Are you sure you don't need a mirror?"

"No need."

"Are you sure you can cut it well?"

"I watched a lot of tutorials."

"You said that last time."

"Last time was already two years ago; I've improved over these two years," Ning Qing said, pushing his head to the right to make him turn his head, pinching the scissors hard to cut his hair, "Just don't move around."

"What if it doesn't look good?"

"I'll compensate you."

"Compensate with what? Sleeping with you?"

"Compensate with a bottle of Hair Growth Paste."

"This..."

"Say less, you're distracting me."

Ning Qing was a bit angry at being questioned by him, so she gave his forehead a light slap.

"..."

This violent woman.

Chen Shu could not resist, so he had to relax and enjoy it.

Once cultivation reaches the fifth or sixth stage, it is neither high nor low, which really brings many inconveniences, such as getting a haircut—Intermediate Cultivators can only influence the speed of hair growth to a certain extent and cannot stop it from growing, and for a Sixth Stage Peak Cultivator like him, his hair is much tougher than steel wire; normal barbershops may not have the ability to cut his hair, so he has to go to a large barbershop, and the price is very expensive.

Secretary Ning is the noble Saintess of the Secret Sect, with an extraordinary status and a cold, aloof personality; there are not many people in this world who can enjoy the treatment of having her help them cut their hair.

Moreover, she doesn't charge a penny for cutting his hair and even gives him twenty back; no matter how you calculate it, it is his good fortune.

Chen Shu calmed his heart; let fate decide.

Qingqing's hands were very soft, stroking his hair, and the intimate contact with his head brought a very comfortable feeling.

"Master Ning."

"Shut up."

"Other barbershops provide hair washing and massage services."

"Shut up."

"The way you do business..."

"Keep talking and I'll cut a bald patch into it."

"Bald patch..." Chen Shu said in a very strange tone, "Corn stalks, potato lumps, pea bits, reduplicated words, so disgusting..."

"I mean what I say."

"..."

Chen Shu closed his mouth, and he became quiet as well.

The early morning in mid-autumn was very cool; the morning light passed through the persimmon tree, shattering into dappled spots, two sparrows stood side by side on the tree staring at them, chirping to each other from time to time, and the young girl held a white cat, sitting on the swing nearby, her gaze also often cast toward them.

Time suddenly quieted down for Chen Shu, and life returned to its plain essence.

The two and a half months in the Forbidden Land seemed as if they did not exist.

"Almost done cutting."

"..."

"I'll go out with you to buy groceries later."

"..."

"You can talk now."

"..."

Chen Shu was expressionless and didn't say a word.

Why should I stop talking just because you tell me to, and talk just because you tell me to? I would have no face if I did that.

I just won't talk, I specifically won't talk.

"Go wash your hair."

"I want a hair-washing girl!"

"Fine, Xiaoxiao."

"Why?"

Chen Shu sternly accused this person: "You do all the fun things, and Xiaoxiao does all the hard labor; you always bully Xiaoxiao!"

"..."

Ning Qing pursed her lips tightly, pulled him up, and walked to the side.

A moment later.

Chen Shu squatted on the edge of the garden, and Ning Qing held the water hose used for watering flowers in the garden, spraying it at his head.

"Where's the shampoo?"

"..."

"What about the scalp massage?"

"..."

Secretary Ning was obedient to his every word.

Logically speaking, he had achieved everything he wanted, but for some reason, Chen Shu had a strange feeling.

The water rinsed the foam clean.

A towel was thrown onto his head, and then a hand pressed down, rubbing and scrubbing his head with force, the movements somewhat rough.

Then Chen Shu was pulled up by her.

The two stood face to face, very close.

Chen Shu looked at the girl in front of him with her head slightly tilted, her gaze upward, her hands fiddling with his hair, fiddling with his bangs; he couldn't read her expression. Then he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into the house, straight to the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror.

Ning Qing tilted her head to look at him, as if asking.

"It's actually not bad!"

Chen Shu also ruffled his hair and said, "I couldn't tell you had this skill."

"I told you so."

Ning Qing's tone was flat, and no expression could be seen on her face; she hid her inner pride perfectly.

"Sure, sure." Chen Shu nodded repeatedly, then said to the person beside him, "From now on, you're in charge of my hair. Since I'm cutting it for you to see anyway, just learn whatever hairstyle you want to see, and once you've learned it, you can cut it for me. I'll still charge you twenty yuan each time."

"Okay."

Ning Qing agreed quite naturally.

"Going out to buy groceries."

Chen Shu walked out of the house, went to the front of the swing, and looked triumphantly at the person and the cat on it: "Does Xiaoxiao's hairstyle look good?"

The little girl stared at him seriously and answered without hesitation:

"Xiaoxiao's hairstyle looks good!"

"Xiaoxiao! Does my hairstyle look good?"

"It looks good."

"Taozi, does my hairstyle look good?"

"Woof~"

"Brother-in-law, it said it doesn't look good." The little girl pointed at the white cat and reported to her brother-in-law.

"You can understand what Taozi says now too?"

"Oh..."

The little girl withdrew her gaze and stared at the ground, as if she had been caught:

"I was just saying nonsense..."

"..."

Chen Shu was choked up by her, and then felt somewhat speechless.

"Going out to buy groceries now."

"Okay!"

The little girl immediately jumped down from the swing, held Taozi in her arms, and trotted to keep up with them.

Leaves were already starting to fall in the residential compound, but the cleaners weren't sweeping very diligently, so yellow leaves were scattered all over the ground, piled up by the wind at the side of the road, giving the compound a touch of autumn atmosphere. On the road, there were people wearing shorts and short sleeves, as well as those wearing jackets; only then did Chen Shu realize that it was already autumn.

The few of them walked slowly.

The compound was very quiet.

The little girl put Taozi down.

The white cat trotted forward with happy steps, looking here and there. Suddenly, it didn't know what it had discovered; it stopped in front of an open courtyard gate, poked its head in to stare inside, then turned back to look at Chen Shu and barked.

"Woof!"

"Don't go crowding at other people's courtyard gates, it's not polite..."

"Woof woof..."

"What's wrong?"

Chen Shu walked over curiously, pretending to pick up the cat, while glancing inside.

This family also grew flowers and kept a dog. The dog didn't know where it had gone to run wild, but it had returned with its body very dirty, so the owner had pressed it down in the garden, held the water faucet used for watering flowers in the courtyard to rinse it off, and then was roughly scrubbing it with a brush.

Taozi turned its head and stared at Chen Shu.

It raised a small paw and pointed at the dog inside.

"Woof?"

Chen Shu fell into deep thought.

It wasn't until the owner looked over at him that he picked up Taozi, nodded apologetically to the owner with a smile, and carried this disobedient, stupid cat away.

Tonight's Sour Radish Old Duck Soup is canceled.

By the time they returned from buying groceries, Chen Banxia and Zhang Suannai had also arrived.

Chen Banxia's current style of dress was leaning more and more towards that of a city lady, becoming increasingly fashionable, exquisite, mature, and eye-catching. Although she looked young, against the backdrop of this style of dress, she didn't look so much like a student from the Talent Academy anymore.

Zhang Suannai's bangs had been cut into a three-seven part, and she had a high ponytail tied at the back of her head; this was the look Chen Shu had seen her in the first time they met and the look he often saw her in thereafter.

The courtyard also became lively.