I have beauty and he has money

Xue Yisen followed the head teacher expressionlessly, walking among the tree-lined alleys of the military camp.

The scorching sun in August was like a violent beast, throwing a huge stream of fire roughly, and the surrounding air ignited spontaneously without fire, making him anxious all over.

Glancing up at the sky, he couldn't help but let out a "tsk" from the glare of the sun. He noticed that the head teacher was looking at him sideways at this moment, and immediately changed back to a smiling face. His face was handsome, just like the perfect girl in a girl's dream. Like a flawless boy, the hateful sunshine instantly became the afterglow around him.

"Don't be joking with me here, ah! Let me tell you, it's useless." The homeroom teacher doesn't know where he is from. When he speaks, he speaks with a rising accent, especially likes to add such colloquial words as "ah, huh, yo". , On the day of the report, I introduced myself as surnamed Wu, and I said that I am an unsmiling person, and I teach students never to be soft. Unfortunately, the height of less than 170 cm, and the appearance of a weak chicken weighing less than 110 catties, no matter how you look at it, there is no deterrent force.

Xue Yisen is now 184 cm tall. Walking beside Teacher Wu, it seems that Teacher Wu is thinner, like a delicate girl, but Teacher Wu still maintains a strong aura and looks menacing.

"Mr. Wu, I think I'm qualified if I have hair..." Xue Yisen explained in a soft voice as much as possible. He already has an excellent voice, and he speaks clearly. It's standard Mandarin, which sounds very comfortable. Always subdued, there is a feeling of heart trembling.

The high school he attended was rumored to be one of the best high schools in the city.

Indeed, this school has a good environment, covers a large area, and the place is not too remote. Needless to say, the faculty is strong, and the top students are really outstanding. Unfortunately... the quality of students varies.

The students in the school are roughly divided into two categories. One is the good students of the work-study program. Tuition fees are waived, and scholarships are issued regularly, which also attracts many good students of the work-study program.There are also dudes like the rich second generation, who show that I am rich and arrogant in every gesture. In order to control this group of students, the school has to adopt some coercive methods.

Xue Yisen belongs to the former, but because he just entered school, the homeroom teacher doesn't know much about the students, so through his appearance, he is defined as the latter, and he has become a key "care" object.

Now is the first day of military training for freshmen. The school strictly checks hairstyles. Perms and dyes are not allowed, and boys are not allowed to have long hair. All unqualified ones are brought to the small barber room in the barracks for unified treatment.At the beginning, these freshmen didn't take it seriously, but the school was determined to stand up. The first batch of boys who were taken away were all shaved and cut short before they were released.

Xue Yisen has a hairy head. Strictly speaking, his hood is a little long, but he won't be taken away, but Mr. Wu still picked him out alone during the third inspection.

"Your hairstyle is not good! Do you know? Ah?" Teacher Wu ruthlessly dismissed his words.

"Why?" he asked seriously.

"You have a special hairstyle! Do you know that it affects the girls in the class? Heh! You are really capable. When I called you out, all the girls in the class were looking at you. You don't study hard..." Teacher Wu Started to teach endlessly.

The corners of Xue Yisen's mouth twitched...

When the school started, it had already been divided into liberal arts and science classes. He was in the science class. There were 50 students in the class and 7 girls. It was really not long after entering the class that he could smell a strong male hormone, which was so strong that it was scary.Now these seven girls have become the key protection objects in the class, for fear that they will suddenly "abandon theory and focus on literature", so that no one will participate in the women's sports event.

He sighed, and finally said nothing. He just continued to follow Teacher Wu and entered a separate small building. From the first floor, he could see the sparse students. Among them was a boy who had just had his head shaved. Looking at my not-so-clear image on the window, I was heartbroken, and there were a few people around me comforting me, the scene looked rather funny.

To be honest, this uniform shaving technique is really not very good. After the hair is shaved, it seems that a person's head is abruptly squared.

The flat cut...it's really a hairstyle that tests the value of the face...

There were several girls sitting side by side at the stairway, and they all used their nails to pick the nail polish on their nails. This is definitely the most stupid way. It seems that the school is not considerate enough to prepare nail polish remover.Someone noticed Xue Yisen and the others, looked up at them, then pushed each other to remind them, and finally looked at Xue Yisen together.

Undoubtedly... such a handsome guy is quite attractive.

The room on the second floor with uniform haircuts was already overcrowded, and it was difficult to enter. The dean stood at the door, saw the student brought by Mr. Wu, took a closer look, and said, "This student's hair is quite standard. There is no need to cut it, it can’t be lined up inside, there are only two faders in total, I guess I can’t finish it today, I just drove a group back to the military training, and come back tomorrow.”

Teacher Wu also probed into the room and looked at the students waiting in the corridor. He also felt that there were really many people, so he turned his head and looked at Xue Yisen. He immediately showed an innocent look. Picky handsome eyebrows, dressed in temporary military uniforms, are as dazzling as idol stars, making people reluctant to take their eyes away after just one glance.

A look of regret appeared in Teacher Wu's eyes. For some reason, he actually saw a hint of evil in the teacher's eyes, and couldn't help but try harder to smile obediently.

Finally, Teacher Wu let him go: "That's fine, you can go back."

Xue Yisen subconsciously took two steps back, as if he was about to receive an amnesty, he turned his head to look out of the window in the corridor. After seeing the glaring sunlight, he turned his head to look into the barber room. Due to his height, he could see the crowded scene clearly, hesitating After a while, I opened my mouth, and volunteered to say: "Director, Teacher Wu, I used to work in a hair salon, and I can help cut hair, and my skills are not bad..."

It's better to stay here to help other students cut their hair than to go out and get sunburned.

After hearing this, the director's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "This can help a lot, there are no faders, you have to use scissors."

"Okay, just slower than the fader, but it can help."

Teacher Wu glanced at Xue Yisen, and asked suspiciously: "Yo? Your family runs a barber shop?"

"No, my family is from the countryside. I used to work as a part-time worker in a barber shop. I didn't get paid, but I could get enough food to eat, so I wouldn't starve to death." , was dragged by the sleeves of the director, brought into the room, gave him haircutting tools, and then randomly ordered a few students to come to him for a haircut.

He tried the scissors and found that they were brand new. He turned to look at the other two haircutters. They looked more like teachers who had become monks halfway through. Their techniques were really bad. They often plucked their students' bald parts. Students protested and were ruthlessly punished. reprimanded, he felt a little sympathetic to the student who dared not speak up.

He also put into work very quickly, and he was more serious than the other two teachers. The hairstyle he cut was neat and neat, well-behaved, and his technique was quite good. Compared with the other two teachers, he was simply at the master level. A few students came to line up in front of him, and even made friends with him. The scene was quite interesting.

After Xue Yisen cut the hair of two students in succession, he heard Teacher Wu's voice admonishing him. When he was arranging his things, he subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw Teacher Wu scolding a boy.

The boy's back was facing him. He was tall and familiar from the back. He remembered that this boy was in the same class as him and was the only boy in the class who was taller than him. He was very silent and didn't get along with him, so the two of them didn't have any communication. He could recognize this boy, but he didn't pay attention to what this big guy looked like.

He didn't bother to care about the appearance of the boys after seeing that the girls in the class didn't grow up very well.

"Don't think I can't see it! You are dyeing your hair! What color is not good to dye, dye your white hair, and be a hero with white eyebrows?! Ah?!" Teacher Wu said more and more loudly, wishing to jump up and poke The boy's head.

"It's a young man with a white head." The boy replied in a low voice, this hoarse voice had a calmness that didn't match his identity as a student.

"Are you lying to a fool?!"

"Ah."

Hearing this, Xue Yisen couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a "puchi".

At this time, Teacher Wu rudely pulled the boy, and when he came to Xue Yisen, he probably felt that Xue Yisen was his student and was easier to talk to, so he immediately ordered: "You cut his head for me! Cut all the white hair for me You don’t have to worry about cutting out the hole! Did you hear that? Ah?!”

The boy retracted his arm with some displeasure, shook off Teacher Wu's hand, and glanced at Xue Yisen at the same time.

The moment Xue Yisen saw this boy, he felt an inexplicable sense of threat. Based on his experience, it only takes one glance to conclude that this boy is definitely not a good person.

The boy is tall, about 187 centimeters by visual inspection. He is wearing a uniform issued for military training, but it can be seen from the almost tight light green shirt that this person has a good figure.He belongs to the kind of boy with sharp edges and corners, with a pair of sharp eyebrows, deep outline, single eyelids, the eyes are not too big or small, the corners of the eyes are raised with a hint of sharpness, the pupils are smaller than normal, and the eyes are more white, and the person is fierce again a bit.

It is estimated that in a few years, if he takes off his clothes and tattoos and walks at night, he will easily be caught as a criminal, and those who are timid will walk around him.

He took another look at the boy's hairstyle, and he saw that it had been bleached and dyed white. There were only a few strokes of the white hair. Not to mention, he looked quite handsome, with a hint of rebelliousness.

"Okay!" Xue Yisen cheerfully agreed, and the boy was pushed down by Teacher Wu and sat on the chair in front of him.

Watching him pick up the scissors, Teacher Wu stared at him for a while before suddenly asking him, "What's your name?"

"Xue Yisen."

"Oh..." Teacher Wu responded and left thoughtfully.

After Mr. Wu went out, Xue Yisen breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the cabinet, and leaned his body to help the boy get a haircut, which could also relieve the soreness of his legs. Who made this simple room only have 3 chairs, all of which were "guests" sitting?

His location, because it is later, is relatively close to the window. There are no curtains in the room. The sun shines in from the window, casting some light and shadow on his body. Under the sun, his skin is as white as pewter. Light the wick, and he will burn. Looks like it's up.

He pulled the buttons on the collar of the shirt with one hand, and undid two of them, so that it would be cooler if they were open. When the boy sitting in front of him looked straight up, he happened to see his exposed collarbone and slender neck.

The boy's gaze went upwards to see his face, and the two immediately met their eyes. They were not friendly eyes at first, but when they looked up from the bottom, they were more like glaring sharp eyes. Under this kind of gaze, Xue Yisen At first he was stunned, then he smiled slightly and said softly: "I try not to cut out any holes."

The boy stared at him for a while, then turned his gaze to one side, and said in a very cold voice, "Anything you want."