I attacked the god of learning

"Get ready." Cheng Xinglin said flatly.

In fact, are you fully prepared?

That's not true.

Cheng Xinglin was still afraid—if he put himself under the scrutiny of everyone again, there would be another risk of overturning the car.

Cheng Xinglin was not fully prepared to become a so-called "school grass".

But just like being thrown out by a big pendulum, Jian Xing will catch him.

Then now...

Jian Xing should catch him too.

Cheng Xinglin is a person who will not be cowardly after making a decision.

So, after he threw the shrimp dumpling into his mouth, he raised his hand and took off his glasses.

Putting the glasses next to the shrimp dumpling, Cheng Xinglin said to Jian Xing in the future: "Now the clothes are settled, but I have to cut my hair - I will pick a few, you can help me to see, that is...do you think Jian Xing will like it... ...which kind."

Cheng Xinglin's expression was a little unnatural when he said the latter.

Future Jian Xing slightly curled his lips and said, "Okay, you choose first."

Cheng Xinglin opened Baidu and searched for "men's hairstyle".

After careful comparison and careful selection, Cheng Xinglin found several and sent them to future Jian Xing.

These hairstyles include but are not limited to the pot head, the tan head with a flat front and an upturned back, and even a mohawk with an airplane head.

In the future, Jian Xing read the pictures sent to him by Cheng Xinglin like reviewing some important documents.

After reading it once, he turned it over from back to front very calmly.

The serious look didn't end until the flipping through this time, and finally—"Pfft..."

"..." Cheng Xinglin looked at Future Jianxing, "Did you just laugh?"

"No." Future Jianxing said solemnly, but couldn't hold back, and there was some smile in his eyes unconsciously.

"You're obviously just laughing???" Cheng Xinglin opened his eyes wide.

"A kind smile." Future Jianxing said, "No, I just think, um—how should I put it, at your age, there may still be some... areas that can be improved in your understanding of your own appearance."

... You can say no directly, without being so tactful.

"Is there anyone who complains about me like that?" Cheng Xinglin said, "Where's the future boyfriend you agreed to?"

"Okay, okay, I won't complain anymore." Future Jianxing said, "Actually, I also designed your hairstyle, do you want to see it?"

Have a good haircut?

What's the meaning?Could it be an old photo of him?

Cheng Xinglin was a little curious.

But Jian Xing picked up a hand-painted picture from the table.

The picture was drawn with colored pencils, but one can feel that the sketching skills are quite deep at a glance. The picture on it is him, at least seven or eight points similar.

"You're so good at drawing now?" Cheng Xinglin thought of Pan Yangwen who was forced to give them posters today.

"I practiced it later." Future Jianxing said, "What do you think of this hairstyle and clothes?"

In the photo, Cheng Xinglin shaved the back of his hair, and the front bangs were three to seven points. The thin bangs could not cover Cheng Xinglin's handsome eyebrows, and he matched it with a trendy men's outfit from allbck.

As far as this set of photos is concerned, it can be said that they are at the level of school grass.

"He's pretty handsome." Cheng Xinglin said, "I just don't know if I can meet your standard."

"It will definitely work." Future Jianxing said, "Someone will come to your door and print out this picture and send it to you in a while. Behind the picture are the addresses of the barber shop and clothing store."

"I can save it in my phone and watch it." Cheng Xinglin said.

"It doesn't matter." Future Jian Xing smiled, "It's not my current money anyway."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Jian Xing still had work in the future, so he said goodbye to him first.

After a while, there was another knock on the door.

When Cheng Xinglin opened the door, he thought it was the little brother from Meituan, but he didn't expect to be a courier from SF Express.

Cheng Xinglin lowered his head and opened the courier. Inside was a letter printed on A4 paper with a special process.

The difference from the picture drawn by Jian Xing in the future is that there is an extra line of words below.

It says - [Go and turn the audience around, kid. 】

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Handsome turn the audience or something.

He can't say that he will definitely be able to do it, he can only say that it is hard work.

Cheng Xinglin put the A4 paper away, washed the dishes for himself and the kitten, and finally sat down quietly to do his homework for a while.

At twelve o'clock, Cheng Xinglin went to bed.

The next day, Cheng Xinglin was woken up by knocking on the delivery door.

Today is another takeaway - No Name Porridge Shop, 3.0.

Cheng Xinglin knew who bought it for him without even asking.

Cheng Xing sent a message to Jian Xing: [Senior. 】

Jian Xing: [Good morning. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Senior, good morning. 】

Cheng Xinglin: 【Senior, you don't have to buy me breakfast every day, the breakfast shop is right under my house, it's very convenient. 】

Jian Xing was about to go to the police/exit/station, when he saw the news, he smiled and replied: [You gave me breakfast that day, but I refused. 】

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

...that is really not the case.

But he sent less frequently.

But this doesn't seem to be something that can be explained based on the number of times.

Cheng Xinglin could only reply honestly: [No. 】

Jian Xing: [So, don't reject me. 】

Cheng Xinglin could only accept the breakfast Jian Xing gave him.

Sitting by the window, he silently finished this breakfast, and after putting away the cat food for Mimi Ba, Cheng Xinglin went out.

First go to the barber shop that Jian Xing has booked for him in the future.

Cheng Xinglin took the paper and wandered around in a small alley, finally finding the barber shop.

Although it stands in a small alley, the store is not bad.

Cheng Xinglin pushed the door open and went in, and heard the person inside say, "Welcome, one male guest."

Cheng Xinglin was taken aback by the cadence of the welcome, and he read a sentence out of four tones.

— Be normal, I'm afraid.

After this man finished talking about the male guest, no one in the store paid any attention to him.

So the little brother came to receive Cheng Xinglin by himself.

This is a handsome gay boy in a gay place, with tight pants and a pink top, and a thin waist.

The handsome gay guy put his palms together on his cheeks, and was very enthusiastic towards Cheng Xinglin: "Little brother, is he in class today? Why is he still wearing a school uniform~"

"I like wearing school uniforms."

"Okay, okay, I see that my little brother is that kind of good student——does my little brother want to wash or cut his hair today?"

"Just... cut it a little bit."

"OK." The handsome gay guy showed a sweet smile, "It's like this, we have many experienced teachers here, there are tonyoonyo, tonythree...you can choose a little brother."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

No, although the nationality has been changed and the foreign language is used, but this method of naming...why does he seem to have heard of it somewhere?

Cheng Xinglin really couldn't get any difference from tonyohree.

Cheng Xinglin: "...you can do whatever you want."

"Okay, okay, let me go. Let me introduce myself. I'm tonyone from our store. You can call me Teacher One."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin didn't want to scream, Cheng Xinglin just wanted to run away.

Oh no, what kind of store is this recommended by Jianxing in the future? ?It can't be a black shop, right? ?

"How about I still..." Cheng Xinglin was about to turn around and run away.

But the handsome guy who is gay among gays will not let Cheng Xinglin run away. Passing by the water dispenser, he quickly poured Cheng Xinglin a glass of water, then pushed Cheng Xinglin on the chair, and asked: "Then what hairstyle do you want to have, little brother?" ?”

Cheng Xinglin: "..." He wanted to leave.

But taking a look at One's honest star eyes, Cheng Xinglin couldn't say such cruel words.

He can only take out the piece of paper that Jianxing arranged for him in the future, and show it to ONE honestly: "Just do this hairstyle."

Teacher One took the paper that Cheng Xinglin gave him with a smile, and after looking at it, he let out a snort.

Then, he looked at Cheng Xinglin who was sitting on the seat with some hesitation.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Xinglin asked, "This hairstyle is not easy to do?"

"No more." Teacher One sighed, "It's easy to do, it's still easy to do, but the hairstyle is easy to do, but the face is not easy..."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin didn't wear glasses today, but his long bangs were pulled down to cover his face, and his facial features became a bit blurred.

So I can't tell how much he looks different from the one in the painting.

"Don't worry about it." Cheng Xinglin said, "According to this hairstyle, help me restore it [-]%, is that okay?"

"Oh, little brother." Teacher One still wanted to persuade, "This hairstyle depends on the face."

Cheng Xinglin closed his eyes, and put on a posture of "you are a fool, I ignore you".

Teacher one could only sigh and take Cheng Xinglin to wash his hair.

While washing his hair, Teacher One chattered endlessly, telling Cheng Xinglin that this hairstyle depends on his face, an ordinary face cannot support a too handsome hairstyle.

In the end, Teacher One seemed to have finally remembered his main business, and said to Cheng Xinglin: "Little brother, do you want to get a card, you can get a [-]% discount today, and you can repair it for free later on."

"No card." Cheng Xinglin said.

"Oh, this card is really good..."

Just now I was just talking about Cheng Xinglin's hair style, but now I'm going to combine the hair style with the issue of getting a card.

baba, baba.

Wang Ba recites the scriptures, and the scriptures recite Wang Ba.

Cheng Xinglin only hated himself for not being deaf.

This chatter continued until Teacher One put Cheng Xinglin on the chair and wiped his hair with a towel.

"Get a card. If you find that this hairstyle doesn't suit you, you can change it for free. Otherwise, it's not a waste of money..."

As Teacher One said, he raised his head and glanced at Cheng Xinglin in the mirror.

He just washed his head and pushed back the long hair in front. The steam made his lips a little rosy, but it was enough to show what Cheng Xinglin's face should have been.

"...Qian..." Teacher One finished what he said just now firmly, and swallowed, "Damn...?!"

Teacher One looked at the piece of paper pasted on the glass, then at Cheng Xinglin's appearance, finally closed his mouth, and began to cut his hair seriously.

No one whispered in his ear, Cheng Xinglin was a little sleepy.

But while sleeping while doing his hair, he also felt a little disrespectful, so he forced himself to visit Teacher One in the mirror.

Once Mr. One started his major, he was very focused.

His technique was very neat, he hardly modified it, and quickly cut Cheng Xinglin's head.

Cheng Xinglin's hair is of good quality, neither soft nor hard, no need for a perm, so it naturally looks like the one in the painting.

Compare it to the painting that was pasted on the mirror by Teacher One just now.

It can't be said that they are irrelevant, only that they are exactly the same.

"Your craftsmanship is really good." Cheng Xinglin couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Of course." Tony, who was passing by, said casually, "Mr. One has won an international competition award. If it wasn't because of his laziness, he wouldn't be living in such a small shop."

International Grand Prix, so amazing...

No wonder Jian Xing would recommend himself to this place in the future.

But being praised by Tony, Teacher One didn't respond, took a pair of scissors, and stood there in a daze.

The whole person looked lost.

"What's up with him?"

"Harmful." I don't know when Tony said, "Anyone with art bacteria is not a normal person—let's go, I'll take you to pay."

Cheng Xinglin followed this person, just opened Alipay, but saw Mr. One rushing over, holding it down, who was about to scan Cheng Xinglin's Alipay.

"Why?!" Teacher ONE wailed.

Cheng Xinglin: "...Why? Pay for the hairstyle?"

Teacher ONE: "I mean!! Why do you have such a reckless hairstyle?! Is it worthy of your face??"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

It is too much to say that other people's hairstyles are wasteful.

Teacher One was not convinced: "Anyway, I just can't see a good-looking guy hurting my appearance. From today on, you have to ask me for a haircut every half a month, or I will be very angry!"

half a month?

Cheng Xinglin glanced at the price list - it's actually not bad, much cheaper than those stores on the street.

But Cheng Xinglin usually cuts it once at the grandfather's stall on the street for two yuan.

The price gap is a bit big.

"I don't have that much money to take care of it." Cheng Xinglin said indifferently, "If I have money, I will come to you."

"You don't need to pay me!" Teacher One finally got his chance.

With a lot of money, he took out a membership card, took out a black pen, and handed it to Cheng Xinglin: "I will give you a lifetime free card!"

In this world!There are very few handsome guys!He wants to protect!Don't let handsome guys waste their looks!

Holding the card, Cheng Xinglin couldn't laugh or cry: "You just give such a card so casually, won't your boss tell you?"

"No." Teacher One smiled, "The boss is my dad."

...it really won't.

But Cheng Xinglin didn't take the card. Instead, he grabbed the QR code scanner that Tony didn't know how to scan him just now, and scanned it at his mobile phone.

"Hey you——" Teacher One wanted to grab his QR code scanning gun, but it was too late. After a beep, Cheng Xinglin paid out the money he had paid just now with Alipay.

"Your father's money is also money." Cheng Xinglin threw back the lifetime free card to him, "I've got it, I'll come to you when I have money."

After paying the money and returning the card, Cheng Xinglin has nothing else to say to Teacher One.

He threw the paper cup he drank into the trash can and walked out of the barbershop.

Back on the main road, Cheng Xinglin was going to the next stop - shopping for clothes.

but.

Although he was still wearing his school uniform that was washed white and didn't fit well, the rate of turning heads was much higher.

Even when taking the light rail, Cheng Xinglin saw some girls secretly taking pictures of him with their mobile phones.

Subconsciously, Cheng Xing wanted to touch his pockets to find a mask and put it on his face.

But just as his fingers touched his pocket, it was empty.

His mask...has been taken away by Jian Xing.

Don't be cowardly...

Cheng Xinglin said to himself in his heart.

Cheng Xinglin restrained his urge, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and lowered his head to play with it.

In fact, he didn't look at anything, but repeatedly switched between WeChat and Weibo, and after a while, he arrived at the station.

After punching out the light rail station, there is a very bustling commercial street outside, most of which are independent shops of designers.

Cheng Xinglin followed the shop address on the painting all the way to find him. The shopkeepers on both sides saw him and stood up and called him.

"Hey handsome guy, the clothes in our store are pretty good, why don't you come in and have a look."

"Handsome guy, I'll give you a [-]% discount when you come in."

Usually, these stores hardly pay attention to him.

...Can a change of hairstyle really change so much?

Cheng Xinglin didn't think about it, and walked quickly to his target shop.

The suit that Jian Xing chose for him on the penguin was hanging at the door of the store. Cheng Xinglin checked the size and didn't try it anymore. He just asked the store to wrap it up for him.

"Handsome boy, do you want to have a look at other clothes?" The shop owner is a middle-aged aunt, and asked enthusiastically, "See if you like it, I can give you a discount."

"No need, auntie." Cheng Xinglin said politely.

"Use it." The aunt was very enthusiastic, took a set of clothes from the hanger, and gestured in front of Cheng Xinglin, "This suit is also suitable for you - take it together."

"Auntie, I don't have enough money."

"It's okay!" Auntie also knew what he meant, "I'll give you two sets of clothes at the highest price, buy one and get one free."

"..." Why do so many people want to give him things today? Everyone is open to do business, and they don't make money?

Cheng Xinglin was about to refuse, but he heard his aunt say, "But I can't give it to you for free."

Cheng Xinglin looked at his aunt.

Auntie: "I'll give you both sets of clothes, but you have to take pictures of five sets of clothes for me, and then I will put them on the door and on Weibo as advertisements, is that okay?"

Only then did Cheng Xinglin notice that the photo and profile of the aunt in front of him were hanging behind the cash register—it turned out that this aunt was the designer of the store.

"I think you suit my clothes quite well." Seeing that Cheng Xinglin didn't speak, the aunt thought he was unwilling, so she said, "If you want, I can give you another set of clothes."

"It's okay, auntie, you said I'll accept the reward." Cheng Xinglin said, "What clothes do you want to photograph? You can find them for me."

"That's great." Auntie smiled, picked out a few clothes, and then took out a SLR.

With the store decoration as the background, Auntie took five sets of clothes for Cheng Xinglin.

Then he graciously asked Cheng Xinglin to choose clothes at will - Cheng Xinglin took out his mobile phone, compared the pictures that Jianxing gave him in the future, and ordered another set.

The two sets of clothes were stuffed into the schoolbag together, and Cheng Xinglin left the shop.

When he went out, he glanced at the wall clock in the store - today he had his hair cut, bought clothes, and even acted as a guest model, and it was only after two o'clock in the afternoon.

Usually he has to work part-time on weekends, so it is impossible to be so leisurely.

Today had a lot of time, and Cheng Xinglin didn't waste it, he just found a small shop and finished a bowl of noodles before going home to do his homework.

There were still people taking pictures of him on the light rail on the way home, but maybe he was used to being photographed by his aunt in the afternoon, and Cheng Xinglin didn't feel any discomfort.

Instead, he lowered his head and calculated his living expenses on the phone memo.

The sum of money harvested yesterday is enough until the summer vacation begins.

In other words, he doesn't have to work part-time this semester.

Cheng Xinglin was so focused that when he got off the bus, he didn't notice that Jian Xing also happened to get on the light rail at the station where he got off.

One of them got out of the fifth car, and the other went up from the seventh car.

With the turbulent flow of people up and down in the No. [-] carriage, the two passed each other.

Jane went on the light rail, just sat down, and accidentally glanced out of the window, and saw a familiar figure in school uniform.

Is it... Cheng Xinglin?

Have your hair cut?

Jian Xing immediately stood up from the chair, and he walked quickly to the door of the light rail, which had just closed.

The next moment, the light rail has pulled out a galloping speed and took him away from this station.

Jian Xing didn't see anything clearly.

It feels like Cheng Xinglin has had his hair cut, and it looks pretty good.

Jian Xing lowered his head, wanting to send a message to Cheng Xinglin, but after a while, he put away his phone.

See you tomorrow.

It's good to leave a surprise - just like the one he left for Cheng Xinglin today.

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Cheng Xinglin didn't know that he almost bumped into Jian Xing, so he sat down and started to do his homework when he got home.

I kept writing until twelve o'clock in the evening, and I did all the questions I could do before I went to bed contentedly.

The next morning, Cheng Xinglin woke up quite early.

It even took up to 1 minute to tidy up my hair.

Then I put on the clothes I just bought yesterday.

They had a flag raising ceremony this morning.

However, the school regulations are not so strict, as long as the school uniform jacket is worn outside, it is considered to be wearing a school uniform.

Cheng Xinglin got dressed, stuffed his school uniform jacket into his schoolbag, ate the breakfast on the doorknob, and then walked to school.

Early in the morning, there was almost no one at the school gate, only a few representatives of the student union, standing at the gate rain or shine, showing their flowery smiles.

Cheng Xinglin didn't care about them, but they did.

Cheng Xinglin was still about 20 meters away, and Xin Zhuo's little follower, Wu Da, pushed his shoulder: "President, look at the handsome guy."

"Who?" Xin Zhuo asked, "Is Jane OK?"

"It's not Jian Xing, it's a handsome guy dressed very trendy, over there, have you seen it?"

Can't help but Xin Zhuo can't see it.

Because in the next moment, ALLBLACK, the handsome Cheng Xinglin walked past Xin Zhuo.

Cheng Xinglin came over, carrying a schoolbag, and nodded to Xin Zhuo and Wu Da at the door: "Good morning."

Cheng Xinglin's face had a very typical heavy complexion, and his eyes were as bright as broken stars after being illuminated by the morning light.

The cold white skin set off by the ALLBLACK outfit is flawless, and the reddish lips make him handsome and beautiful.

He is very thin, and his clothes are a little too big, which perfectly outlines a windy youthful fragility.

To put it simply, even just looking at it is amazing.

Xin Zhuo gritted his teeth and turned his head silently.

Wu Da's face turned red in an instant, he didn't have the posture of following Xin Zhuo to scold Cheng Xinglin that day, but blushed, and waved to Cheng Xinglin like a little wife: "Well, early?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

What's wrong with this.

King game lost?A shy challenge to the Xth person who comes to campus?

Their students will have a great time.

Cheng Xinglin felt emotional in his heart, but he skillfully opened his arms to the moral education director next to him.

Explanation: I did not recruit him.

After Cheng Xinglin expressed his attitude, he was just about to put oil on the soles of his feet and run away.

A gust of wind whipped his exposed arm.

At the same time, this gust of wind also brought a sound that was cooler and more humid than the morning wind in April.

"Cheng Xinglin."

Jian Xing's determined voice sounded from behind Cheng Xinglin.

call……

Cheng Xinglin closed his eyes.

finally come.

Then he quickly opened his eyes and straightened his clothes.

Then, he took a deep breath and turned around.