Chapter 232 It’s actually plastic friendship

Ying Jiao took the scissors from the stunned Zhu Xingchen.

"Come on, Xiaoji-san."

She looked calm.

Ji Hanyu couldn't refuse either.

"What about that, Lao Ying?" Zhu Xingchen finally recovered from his surprise. He asked Ying Jiao: "Can you do it?"

But after he learned that all the barbers in the world were very good at talking, he decided to learn this skill so that Teacher Xia, a social worker, could easily repair his hair.

Zhu Xingchen studied for a whole day before he achieved his current results.

You should be proud...

Has she studied before?

Zhu Xingchen was very doubtful.

Not only him, Ji Hanyu was also a little worried.

But now, he can only firmly believe that Yingjiao will not harm him.

"I'm ready."

Ji Hanyu secretly took a breath.

He lowered his eyes to prevent Ying Jiao from seeing the trace of panic in his eyes.

Ying Jiao: "..."

She said nothing.

She didn't say that she should be able to do it, nor did she say that she only knew the process after watching Zhu Xingchen's operation just now.

Otherwise, Xiao Ji may become even more panicked.

here we go.

Ying Jiao first sprayed some water on Ji Hanyu's hair.

Then.

"Kacha kacha kacha..."

She started quickly, with almost no hesitation or pause.

Ten minutes later.

"alright."

Ji Hanyu opened his eyes when he heard Ying Jiao's voice.

His hair is shorter.

Just the right length.

It was almost the same as before he came to practice teaching.

Very good.

Ji Hanyu breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Ying Jiao really knew how to do it.

"Thanks."

Because he had doubted Ying Jiao's skills just now, he felt a little guilty.

Ying Jiao saw it.

She kept this in mind and planned to go to classmate Xiao Ji's room to pretend to be pitiful.

This time, it might take three, no, four cheek touches to soothe her heart that was hurt by being suspected by Xiao Ji.

"Lao Ying, help me cut it too!"

Seeing that Ying Jiao was really good at it, Zhu Xingchen also sat on that chair.

"Are you sure you want me to cut it?" Ying Jiao hesitated.

"Yeah, yeah! Mine is a little too long, please help me cut it shorter!"

Zhu Xingchen’s request was very simple, he just wanted it to be shorter.

OK.

This shouldn't be difficult.

Ying Jiao agreed, but she didn't take action immediately.

She first inoculated Zhu Xingchen: "I may not be good at cutting your hair. If you can't cut it well, you can't cry."

"Won't!"

Zhu Xingchen was very confident: "You can do whatever you want, don't worry! My appearance is here, even if it's a little bit worse, it won't affect me too much!"

"Um."

With Zhu Xingchen’s words.

Ying Jiao started to take action.

"Kacha kacha"

In less than three minutes, Zhu Xingchen heard Ying Jiao say: "Okay."

"puff--"

At the same time, Zhu Xingchen saw Meng Si and Ruan Yi who were trying hard to suppress their laughter.

They covered their mouths tightly and tried to hide behind Liu Mianmian and Ji Hanyu when they saw themselves looking at them.

Zhu Xingchen:!

I instantly had a bad feeling in my heart.

"Mirror... Where's the mirror?"

he asked with a trembling voice.

"It's getting late." Liu Mianmian did not give him a mirror, but advised him: "Xingchen, do you want to go back to bed first?"

Zhu Xingchen: “…”

The inner uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger.

He vaguely knew that his hair might be ruined.

But he still didn't give up.

"Please, give me the mirror."

Even at this time, Zhu Xingchen was still lucky.

Until Yu Yan gave him the mirror with a sympathetic look.

Zhu Xingchen finally saw what he looked like now.

Zhu Xingchen: “…”

Zhu Xingchen: “…”

Zhu Xingchen: “…”

He was silent for a long time.

Because Ying Jiao had said in advance that he was not allowed to cry, he tried hard to hold back his tears.

Everyone: "..."

miserable.

It's so miserable!

It was so miserable that Xia Feng couldn't help but touch his hand to express comfort.

Zhu Xingchen: “…”

His lips moved several times.

Finally, he said to Jiao with tears in his eyes: "Thank you."

Although my hair is no longer longer than 3 mm; although my head is very cool now, wearing a hat when I go out is definitely not enough, although...

But thank you anyway.

He looked like he wanted to cry but did not dare to cry, which made Ying Jiao's uncertain conscience return for a second.

"I told you -" she tried to explain: "I'm not very good at cutting your hair."

"Then why is his haircut so good!"

This is what Zhu Xingchen can’t figure out the most.
To be continued...