Chapter 1: The Transformation of a Fake Young Master
"Are you sure you want a short haircut? Are you really not going to regret it?" This was already the N+1th time the handsome barber had asked Wuying.
At this moment, Weng Mei was wearing the customer's uniform of the barber shop, sitting in front of the mirror in the barber shop, with her long hair washed and blown dry, and even the barber's scissors had touched her hand. Everything was ready, but the barber just wouldn't start cutting, asking again and again, dispelling Weng Mei's intention time and time again!
"I'm sure — definitely — and certain —" Wǔ Níng's voice was firm, but her heart was reluctant. This head of black hair that reached her waist had been kept for many years, it was the only proof of her being a girl. Making up her mind had taken great effort, and now being questioned, her inner self struggled even more —
"Good!" The young barber flicked his long bangs lightly and grasped the scissors, ready to start cutting.
Wu Ning's eyes closed immediately, as if waiting for the arrival of the god of death, her heart was extremely nervous.
5 seconds passed, and Wǔ Yīng Mò's hair was still uncut. 10 seconds passed, and it remained the same. 20 seconds passed, and still nothing...
Wang Jing finally opened her curious big eyes, raised her head, and met the barber's beautiful eyes. He put down the scissors in his hand: "Beauty, do you really want to cut off this head of beautiful long hair?"
If you don't make a move before Wakamiya changes his mind, in the next second, Wakamiya will really change his mind!
"Cut! Cut! Cut!" Su Wu Jing said three times in a row, indicating that she was really furious. She suddenly stood up, slapped the table with her right hand, "How many times have I said it?! Confirm to cut short! What the hell are you hesitating about?!"
Wu Ningmo actually only used five layers of strength, her right hand slapping the table produced a deafening sound, and the spot where she slapped on the table left a very deep palm print.
"Okay, okay!" The handsome barber was frightened by the violent scene and immediately trembled as he picked up his scissors, "Ma'am, don't be angry, I'll cut it right away!"
Listening to the scissors cutting off her long hair, the "clip-clip" sound of friction made Wu Xingmo's heart break into pieces. She secretly vowed: "Xiao Xue, you wait for me! I - Wu Xingmo will never help you get Dongfang Zhao's autographed photo!"
The little snow in Weng Meikou's mouth is not someone else, but Weng Meikou's dead party Jiang Yingshuang.
It happened this morning. When Wǔ Níng woke up, she found that the clock was already pointing to eight o'clock. She blinked a few times and lay down again.
Ten seconds later, Wu Ning suddenly sprang up from the bed, muttering to herself: "Damn it, I'm going to be late again!" Then she quickly got dressed, got out of bed, washed her face, brushed her teeth... a series of actions that were so familiar they didn't take more than five minutes.
Wu Ningmo was notorious for being late and rushing out the door every morning. Not only had she gotten used to it, but even the school gatekeeper had grown accustomed to turning a blind eye, allowing Wu Ningmo to easily jump over the school gate.
Wang Jing grabbed her school bag, walked out of the room, and in order not to waste time, she didn't even take the stairs. She jumped high, pushed off with one foot on the handrail, and landed steadily on both feet.
"Hey, you little brat!" The speaker was Wu Ningmeng's dad, whose name was Wu Shu, the head of a martial arts school. At this moment, he was a burly man wearing an apron with Doraemon on it, walking out of the kitchen, "Isn't it cute? I bought it online yesterday for only 10 yuan, dear~" As he spoke, he even batted his eyes, still trying to be cute at his age!
Wang Jingmo hastily grabbed the hot breakfast on the table and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling unclearly as she walked: "Uh, old man, I'm leaving! The opening ceremony of school is at 8:30——"
