Zongman: Unknowingly trapped in the hatchet

"Wait a minute, who is this?"

A few days later, the weather was very good in the morning.

Su Qing returned from his morning run as usual and finished his shower. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, there was a hesitant knock on the door.

The reason for hesitation was that the frequency of knocking on the door was obviously abnormal.

The sound of normal people knocking on the door is usually short and powerful "dong-dong-dong".

But each "dong" of this unknown knock on the door was separated by a period of time, as if every knock on the door required careful consideration before finally mustering the courage.

Who is it?

The first person Su Qing thought of was Mahiru, who was a frequent visitor to his home.

But that shouldn't be the case, as the other party had the key to his house a long time ago.

Could it be lost?

No, that possibility is too small.

So it was someone else?

Su Qing suddenly became alert.

When he arrived at the entrance, the knock on the door stopped after he responded, and no sound could be heard outside the house.

By the way, isn’t there an electronic doorbell?

Su Qing became more cautious and peeked out through the cat's eye carefully, and then saw a familiar flaxen long hair.

"Mahiru? What's going on?"

After confirming who was coming, Su Qing no longer hesitated, opened the door directly, and asked curiously.

In the past, Mahiru would only visit me in the afternoon after school, and there was no precedent of her visiting me at this time even on weekends and holidays.

"Well... actually, there's nothing special."

Mahiru's voice was soft and low, a little different from her usual self.

According to her personality, she should have narrowed her eyes slightly, puffed up her cheeks like a little squirrel, and asked childishly, "Can't you come if you have nothing to do?"

But at this moment, she seemed unusually reserved.

Now it seems that maybe I really lost the key he gave me, so this happened?

"It's still quite a while before class starts. Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

Noticing the backpack Mahiru was carrying, Su Qing still invited her.

For some reason, Mahiru kept her hands behind her back, looking a little awkward. "Well... sorry to bother you then." She responded in a low voice, with a hint of shyness in her voice.

"How many times do you think you've come to my house?" Su Qing smiled and waited until Mahiru came in before slowly closing the door.

But when he closed the door, he heard hurried footsteps.

When Su Qing turned around with a confused look on his face, Mahiru had disappeared. He must have been sitting on the sofa.

When we arrived at the living room, Mahiru was sitting on the sofa as expected.

Although Mahiru was still wearing the familiar Sobu High School uniform today, her hairstyle had obviously been more carefully combed and braided. Looking from the front, a few strands of hair gently brushed across her fair forehead, which undoubtedly added a bit of cuteness and gentleness to her.

"Can I blow my hair first?"

He had just come out of the bathroom and hadn't had time to blow dry his hair, but the loose hair on his forehead had already partially blocked his vision.

Su Qing casually lifted up her wet hair, then took out a hair dryer and asked tentatively.

Su Qing knew that Mahiru came to see him today, so there must be something going on. However, he didn't know what it was.

"Yes, yes."

When Mahiru noticed Su Qing's action of lifting her hair, her face turned a little red.

"Then wait for me for a moment."

After getting Mahiru's answer, Su Qing also plugged in the power and prepared to blow-dry his hair.

"Wait, wait." Mahiru shouted anxiously again.

The power button had just been turned on and the hair dryer had just made a sound, so Su Qing had no choice but to stop.

"Just...can I help you blow dry your hair?"

When meeting Mahiru's gaze, for some reason, her caramel-colored eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, which was quite charming.

"I, I think your hair is very nice to touch, so I want to touch it." Perhaps worried that Su Qing would misunderstand, Mahiru explained quickly.

But this explanation is not that serious.

"If you want." Although the request was strange, Su Qing did not refuse. Instead, he extended the hair dryer to Mahiru to show his willingness.

"call……"

Mahiru breathed a sigh of relief as she got what she wanted, walked a few steps behind Su Qing, and then took the hair dryer.

"If I make you feel uncomfortable, please tell me immediately."

Su Qing tilted her head back and found that Mahiru's face was full of seriousness.

"Don't worry too much, just blow it casually." Su Qing retracted his gaze and said nonchalantly.

Why do you have to be so particular about blow-drying your hair? It's not like you're styling your hair.

"How can that be?" Mahiru said angrily. As the power button was turned on, gusts of hot air continued to blow out from the air vent.

"Such beautiful hair...should be taken more seriously!"

Mahiru gently grasped Su Qing's black hair with one hand and controlled the air outlet of the hair dryer with the other hand to avoid focusing on one place for a long time and causing Su Qing to feel uncomfortable.

"Speaking of hair, your hair is more worthy of attention, right?"

Su Qing closed his eyes and enjoyed Zhenri's service.

"mine?"

"Yeah. And I put more effort into braiding my hair today than usual. Isn't that right?"

"You noticed..." she whispered, with a hint of shyness and joy in her voice.

The hot wind from the vent blew on Mahiru's face vaguely, making her face a little red.

What brand of hair dryer is this? The air it blows out is so hot...

Mahiru complained quietly in her heart.

"I noticed it at first sight. It must have taken a lot of time. It looks very beautiful." Su Qing continued.

Love tip 1:

Boys can give appropriate recognition to girls who take the time to do manicures, curl their hair, or even sometimes just tie their hair with a different headband.

In fact, women are not only happy because their efforts towards beauty are recognized.

This has nothing to do with the man’s so-called high emotional intelligence compliment.

What makes the woman happier is that she can feel the details of the man in their daily interactions.

Every little bit is like a clear stream. Although not as vast as the sea, it can warm people's hearts the most.

"Is that so?" Mahiru narrowed her eyes slightly, and her hands became more gentle.

"So, do you want to watch it every day?"

"what?"

“It’s this hairstyle…”

It can be heard that Mahiru's voice is obviously nervous.

"It does take a little longer than usual, but not much longer," Mahiru added.

"What's important is not whether I want to see it or not, but whether you want to braid it or not. Besides, I think you look good no matter what hairstyle you have." Su Qing gave her approval again.

Love tip 2:

When a woman tries to make any beautiful changes, please do not rush to agree. The best solution is to affirm her current situation at the first time.

"W-Everything looks good?" Mahiru asked again, as if unsure.

"Well... as long as you don't deliberately tie your hair into some weird styles, it should be fine." Su Qing thought of some strange hairstyles in the barber shop, such as the Dora hairstyle that can never be seen, and quickly changed his words.