Chapter 8: I have a favor I'd like to ask you to help with.
Although Zhang Chen was a delinquent in the book, his looks weren't bad; he was still handsome no matter what.
With a height of 1.85 meters and a tall, sturdy build, he could be a school bully type. His fighting prowess in the novel was naturally not weak, even able to exchange several blows with the male lead.
Though he was still defeated in the end...
Zhang Chen walked into the barbershop, and Nan Xingwan followed him in. The barber enthusiastically asked who was getting a haircut, then, following the procedure, asked Zhang Chen how he wanted his hair cut.
"How do you want it cut?" After the barber asked, Zhang Chen turned to look at Nan Xingwan and asked with a smile.
"How would I know what you want?" Nan Xingwan walked to a nearby sofa and sat down, her tone resentful.
At this moment, she was still worried about Zhang Chen's joint exam next week, so she wasn't in the mood to care about his hairstyle.
She wanted to urge Zhang Chen to go home quickly and study, but the words reached her lips, and she didn't say them.
Because if she urged Zhang Chen not to get a haircut now and to go home early to study, Zhang Chen would definitely tell her to leave if she was in such a hurry.
This wasn't the first time she had been left by the roadside by Zhang Chen.
Seeing this, Zhang Chen raised an eyebrow. It seemed it hadn't reached the point of a complete break, but there was still quite a bit of resentment?
If he had, tonight, with the momentum of 'charging for love,' told her not to meddle, they might really have broken up by now.
After getting a handle on their current situation, Zhang Chen felt a bit relieved.
From his understanding of Nan Xingwan, she was a girl who was sharp-tongued but kind-hearted and cared deeply about Zhang Chen.
Proud and willful.
Only in front of Zhang Chen would she always cautiously hide her sharp edges, afraid of saying something wrong that would displease him.
But Nan Xingwan's yielding would naturally not be obvious to others; her words would still retain her unique attitude, making people feel she was still the same Nan Xingwan.
However, the person she was facing had changed.
The current Zhang Chen, having transmigrated with a God's perspective, could now completely guess what Nan Xingwan was thinking, seeing it in his eyes...
For example, even though she was sitting on the sofa, with her arms crossed, pretending to look outside the shop, she met his gaze in the shop's glass door...
Zhang Chen looked back at himself in the mirror. Although he wasn't as handsome as Eddie Peng, whom he imagined when reading this novel, he was indeed good-looking.
So he deliberately said, "Then... I'll shave my head bald."
"!!!?" Nan Xingwan immediately turned back and glared at Zhang Chen, blurting out, "What!?"
Zhang Chen gave a forced smile: "Shave my head bald."
"Don't you dare—no!" Nan Xingwan retorted.
"Why?"
"The school doesn't allow shaved heads."
"The school also doesn't allow dyed hair, but didn't I dye mine?" Zhang Chen said with a laugh, tugging at a strand of his hair.
"You..." Nan Xingwan hesitated, and finally couldn't think of a good excuse, so she just said, tangled, "Anyway, no."
Zhang Chen listened, looking at Nan Xingwan's serious expression, wanting to manage him but afraid of overstepping, and then changed his mind, saying:
"Then if bald is not allowed, how about I dye this thing green? What do you think?"
As he spoke, Zhang Chen even used both hands to slick his hair upwards into a point, his eyebrows dancing.
"..." Nan Xingwan only imagined green-haired Zhang Chen in her mind for a moment, and her face almost turned green with him...
"No."
"Not even that?"
"Can't you just get a normal haircut?" Nan Xingwan said, her tone restrained.
"Hmm... I think it's pretty normal. But you think it's not normal, and you won't help me choose." Zhang Chen's lips curved. Seeing the time was right, he returned to the topic of her helping him choose a hairstyle.
Sure enough, Nan Xingwan's next sentence was immediately: "Fine, then I'll choose for you, don't blame me."
"Uh-huh."
While Nan Xingwan was flipping through the hairstyle catalog to choose a style for Zhang Chen, he said to the barber, "Later, dye my hair black."
Hearing this, Nan Xingwan looked up at Zhang Chen, and a subtle brightness quietly rose in her eyes...
After choosing a hairstyle, Zhang Chen took a look at it, was quite satisfied, and immediately told the barber to cut his hair in that style.
During the haircut, Nan Xingwan waited by the side, watching the yellow strands being cut off, and then watching Zhang Chen's yellow hair being dyed black, returning to its original appearance...
Sunny, cheerful, handsome.
It must be said that Nan Xingwan's taste was as good as she was.
Zhang Chen was also very satisfied with the haircut he saw in the mirror, gone was the aggressive aura and discomfort of the yellow hair.
With his eyebrows trimmed and a fresh, fluffy hairstyle, he looked bright and sunny, like a normal high school boy should.
If there were no male lead, he would be the spitting image of the male lead!
What was that phrase called? A face like a calm river, sword-like brows and starry eyes!
The current him was like a completely different person compared to before he entered the barbershop!
"A hairstyle really can change a person..." Zhang Chen looked at himself in the mirror, then at the scattered hair on the floor, unable to imagine himself an hour ago with that yellow-haired appearance...
"Stop looking, pay up." After admiring his hair for a bit, Zhang Chen picked up his backpack and said to Nan Xingwan, who was dazed on the sofa.
"Huh? You don't have money?"
"I don't."
"If you don't have money, why are you getting a haircut?"
"Don't I have you?" Zhang Chen said with a thick-skinned smile.
Nan Xingwan blushed, snorted, and turned her head away, not looking at Zhang Chen:
"Remember to pay me back when we get home."
"A total of 141..."
After the haircut, Zhang Chen and Nan Xingwan went home together.
Their homes were actually not in the same place. Zhang Chen rented a single room by himself in an apartment building near the market, a few kilometers from First Middle School.
Nan Xingwan, on the other hand, lived in an apartment complex near Seven Middle School, sharing a place with someone.
Both of their families were well-off, but also very busy.
Zhang Chen's parents ran a franchise store in the Jiangbei District of Sweet City, busy from morning till night every day, with no time or energy to care for Zhang Chen. Coupled with his poor academic performance, his family didn't expect him to achieve much, so they only hoped to save more so that even if Zhang Chen couldn't get into university, he would still be able to make a living after entering society.
Nan Xingwan's parents both held stable positions; her father was a government official, and her mother was an excellent teacher at Second Middle School. Due to their work, they also couldn't spare time to accompany Nan Xingwan.
So they rented an apartment for Nan Xingwan in the closest complex to Seven Middle School, not making her live in the dorms.
Zhang Chen carried his backpack with one hand, and Nan Xingwan walked ahead, neither of them speaking.
A car honked continuously as it passed by. Seeing this, Zhang Chen stepped forward and pulled Nan Xingwan further away from the road, walking beside her.
Nan Xingwan subconsciously looked back at the passing car, then looked up at Zhang Chen, feeling that today's Zhang Chen was somehow different.
As she was thinking, Zhang Chen suddenly spoke.
"Did you take time off to come here?"
Compared to First Middle School, Seven Middle School's schedule could only be stricter, never ending before First Middle School's dismissal.
So for Nan Xingwan to arrive at First Middle School during evening self-study, she could only have taken leave.
"Mm." Nan Xingwan responded.
Zhang Chen: "Oh, you bring your phone to class."
Nan Xingwan: "..."
"I didn't expect you good students to also bring phones to school."
"It's different. I only bring my phone to research information, and the teacher knows," Nan Xingwan corrected. She wasn't like some people whose phones were confiscated by teachers at school.
"Damn, it's the same privilege as I used to have..." Zhang Chen thought to himself.
Before he transmigrated, he could play on his phone right in front of the teacher and it was fine...
"Then when you go back, how long will it take?" Zhang Chen asked again.
"I'll take the bus, it's only about ten minutes," Nan Xingwan replied, immediately spotting the bus stop not far away. The 209 bus she needed to take was just pulling up.
However, she looked at Zhang Chen and, seeing that he hadn't noticed, she kept quiet.
"I see..." Zhang Chen pondered something, then asked, "What time is it now?"
Nan Xingwan looked at the white watch on her arm and replied, "It's 9:13."
"It's already 9:13... I haven't done today's homework yet." Zhang Chen frowned and mumbled.
Nan Xingwan didn't react.
Zhang Chen: "Ahem..."
"..."
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."
"?"
Nan Xingwan blinked twice, looking at Zhang Chen, puzzled.
"I have a favor I need your help with." Zhang Chen requested, putting on a difficult and conflicted expression.
Nan Xingwan immediately realized something and took two steps back, covering her flat chest...
If you don't have much there, then don't bother covering it!
Nan Xingwan: "Don't even think about me helping you with your homework."
"It's not that." Zhang Chen denied, "Am I that kind of person?"
Nan Xingwan nodded, a slight curve to her lips, full of mockery: "Have you done any less...?"
"Ahem..."
Zhang Chen waved his hand, putting on a solemn and serious expression again, saying, "I want to ask you to tutor me."
"Tutor me in my studies, for my joint exam next week..."
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