Chapter 237 Brother, he can’t breathe.

The truth proves that people only laugh when they are extremely speechless.

Inside the barbershop.

Sun Zhicheng looked at his rare, oily, shiny head in the mirror and couldn’t stop laughing wildly.

The apprentice looked at the trembling ‘winter melon’ in front of him, somewhat troubled.

“Handsome guy, don’t move around, okay?”

Sun Zhicheng wanted to suddenly stand up and curse at the barbershop.

He wanted to instantly go berserk, smash this broken shop, and make this black-hearted boss and idiotic apprentice pay for his hair and dignity.

What did they take him for?

A voluntarily paying guinea pig!

“Handsome guy, stop moving, you’ve made another dent.” The apprentice complained, “I’ll be done soon. If you keep moving, it’s hard for me to operate.”

Sun Zhicheng was on the verge of anger. He glanced at his rare head.

He endured it.

“Then can you shave all my hair off?” He forcibly recalled his reason, suppressing the demon in his heart.

When a Great Emperor rages, star rivers shatter, and the Great Dao is annihilated.

Could a small barbershop withstand his wrath?!

“We don’t recommend that, handsome guy.” The apprentice’s voice was gentle, and he said with a smile, “If you shave this hairstyle completely, it won’t look good.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhicheng felt a bit insecure again.

“Really?”

“Yes, just be patient for a moment.” The apprentice casually asked, “Handsome guy, if you’re not satisfied with anything, you can say so.”

Sun Zhicheng: “.”

He was dissatisfied with every part of the hairstyle, and he didn’t want to talk; he just wanted to curse the apprentice’s mother to death.

At this moment, Sun Zhicheng only regretted that he wasn’t a’social person’.

His hair had been cut into this bizarre state; should he still endure it?

He really wanted to roar, but he was afraid of causing trouble for others.

Perhaps the apprentice was like this; he had finally gotten this opportunity.

Should he be a little kinder and give the other party a bit more patience?

Ten minutes passed, and the apprentice was still outlining the back of his head.

Sun Zhicheng: “…Uh, I’m going to be late for evening self-study. Can you hurry up?”

“Alright, alright, handsome guy, just a moment.” The apprentice was still trimming, swaying left and right, “Almost done, it’ll be over soon.”

At 6:05, Sun Zhicheng walked out of the barbershop.

He took out his phone, using the streetlights on both sides as a mirror, and cried because of how ugly it was.

No tears fell, because a man’s tears are not shed lightly.

At this moment, he deeply understood a truth: Never be soft-hearted towards a barbershop apprentice; if they can’t learn the skill, they should hang themselves.

In the classroom.

“Hahahahaha!!” Lin Dong clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, coughing repeatedly, “Cough cough cough!! Save me, I can’t die!”

“Pfft!” Zhou Yuting had just looked up, and it was an opening shock.

She covered her mouth, turned to look at Yu Zhiyi, who was writing something at her desk, not daring to speak for fear of laughing out loud.

“Hmmph hmmph.”

Yu Zhiyi looked up, glanced at Zhou Yuting with a puzzled expression.

At her hint, she slowly looked at Sun Zhicheng. Immediately, like a turtle doing a day commute, she couldn’t hold it in.

“Haha, dog rare head.”

Hearing this, Lin Dong had just recovered, but Yu Zhiyi’s ‘dog rare head’ caught his attention.

He scrutinized Sun Zhicheng for a moment, finding that there really was a bit of a rare charm, and instantly burst into laughter.

Lin Dong sat back in his seat and couldn’t hold it in again, starting to laugh ‘hahahaha’, and once again clutched his stomach, groaning ‘aiyo aiyo’.

Because he laughed too hard, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted.

People nearby were watching the commotion when they suddenly realized Lin Dong was in trouble, so they shouted.

“Oh no, Lin Dong is dead!”

A good omen had appeared again.

It was the period before evening self-study, and it got dark early in November.

Most of the people in the classroom had already arrived, basically gathered in groups of three or five. Either they were sitting at their desks doing homework or chatting.

This explosive statement attracted the attention of the entire class.

“It’s over, Lin Dong was laughed to death by Sun Zhicheng.”

“Holy crap, it’s like a small knife pulling at the butt, an eye-opener.”

“What should we do? Send him to the school infirmary?”

“Are you stupid from studying? Where do we have a school infirmary? Call 120!”

“Homeroom teacher! Find the homeroom teacher! Where’s the disciplinary committee?”

Cai Xiaoqing was also stunned, having never seen such a situation. For a moment, her mind was in a mess, and she could only clench her phone and lean closer.

What to do, what to do?

Suddenly, the crowd parted.

Li Qingrong walked over, glanced at him, and said in a calm tone.

“This is respiratory alkalosis. Who has a plastic bag?”

Cai Xiaoqing reacted half a beat late, her mind buzzing. Before her panicked emotions could spread, Li Qingrong patted her shoulder.

“Ah?”

Li Qingrong’s eyes were deep, and she said calmly.

“Find a plastic bag.”

“Oh oh! Okay!” Cai Xiaoqing instantly felt like she had a backbone, no longer hesitated, and shouted loudly, “Does anyone have a bag?”

“I do!” Lone Island Brother Royong pulled out a white plastic bag, hesitating, “It’s just… got a little oil on it, is that okay?”

Cai Xiaoqing looked at the class monitor, Li Qingrong nodded.

“It’s fine.”

Li Qingrong took the bag and put it over Lin Dong’s head, tightening it slightly.

“Everyone, clear out.”

A group of people around were cleared away, leaving a circle.

Sun Zhicheng stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded. When he came to his senses and saw the class monitor handling it, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

For a moment, he didn’t know whether to stand or sit, appearing somewhat awkward. Fortunately, Lin Dong’s condition was mild; after a few rounds of breathing carbon dioxide, he stabilized, and his fingers stopped twitching.

Seeing this, Li Qingrong said to those around her.

“Someone come and help him adjust for a few more rounds.”

Sun Zhicheng immediately snapped back to reality upon hearing this. His lips moved twice, and he was about to step forward.

As the saying goes, he who tied the bell must untie it.

Since Brother Dong’s illness started because of me, then let me end it. I will personally sever this Karma.

Li Qingrong glanced at him and said.

“You, go farther away, don’t cause a relapse.”

Crack, Sun Zhicheng’s pupils constricted sharply. His newly condensed Dao Heart instantly shattered, go farther away~ go farther~ away~

Like a scholar who had failed the imperial examination, he walked towards the edge of the crowd with a dejected expression.

He was, after all, inauspicious.

Li Qingrong didn’t pay attention to Sun Zhicheng, hesitating who to call over to help.

Suddenly, a group of people entered through the classroom door.

Jiang Nian, Li Hua, and Ma Guojun, the three Fruit Warriors, walked in, followed by Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang, the two brothers.

The two groups had met downstairs and simply came up together.

Who knew that as soon as they entered, it was an opening shock? They saw a group of people gathered around, and the class monitor was putting a transparent plastic bag over Lin Dong’s head, seemingly committing murder.

Yang Qiming was heartbroken; that was his sworn brother.

“Brother Dong! You… how did you offend the class monitor?! How foolish! Be a good person in your next life!”

Huang Cailang was stunned. The class monitor was going to murder Brother Dong.

Should he lend a hand?

“It’s over, we’ve stumbled into a crime scene.” Li Hua immediately gave a French military salute, raising both hands above his head, “I’ll join, everyone don’t kill me!”

“Idiot, that’s the class monitor, how could she do such a thing!” Ma Guojun was speechless.

He still had one more thing he hadn’t said: even if someone were to kill him, the class monitor wouldn’t need to do it; Lin Dong would climb onto the windowsill and do a standing long jump himself.

Jiang Nian laughed, pointing at them, already on a higher plane, and cursed them as idiots.

“It’s clearly treating an illness! The class monitor’s miraculous hands are bringing him back to life!”

He didn’t understand the situation, but that didn’t stop him from taking a side.

“Who said Lin Dong’s corpse is old? This corpse is great! It’s still moving, so healthy.”

The few of them asked around and were all stunned.

“Where’s Sun Zhicheng?”

Li Hua stepped forward, quite puzzled.

“How funny can a haircut be? It’s truly ridiculous.”

He turned his head and saw the rare-headed Sun Zhicheng at the edge of the crowd, bursting into thunderous laughter.

“Hahahaha, I’m sorry, I take back what I just said, I’m an idiot.”

Yang Qiming, busy saving his brother, stepped forward and took over the class monitor’s work.

“Brother Dong, hang in there.”

Li Qingrong lowered her gaze, glancing at the plastic bag.

“You put oil on his face.”

“Oh oh, sorry, Brother Dong!” Yang Qiming suddenly let go, wanting to wipe him, but then smeared it again through the plastic bag, “Uh, Brother Dong, I…”

Chen Yunyun glanced at him and couldn’t help but shake her head in sympathy.

“Our group leader is about to be suffocated by you.”

Wang Yuhe had been standing on tiptoes watching for a long time, tugged at Chen Yunyun’s jacket, and said seriously.

“I can hold my breath for a minute and a half.”

“Impressive.” Jiang Nian leaned over, praising her, which was a casual thing to do, “I wouldn’t have guessed that your little 1.6-meter self could hold it for so long.”

Wang Yuhe held her head high, looking cocky.

“Of course.”

Lin Dong was panting, unable to catch his breath, brother.

The farce continued until class started.

Lin Dong had completely recovered and returned to normal. However, his face and hair were covered in oil and salt, so he simply went back to the dorm to shower.

Sun Zhicheng returned to his seat with his head down, too ashamed to face anyone.

During evening reading, one could occasionally hear the sound of air leaking in the classroom. Faintly, one could hear low or long-suppressed strange laughter, ‘hehehe’, ‘gegege’.

During evening self-study, in the quiet classroom.

“Pfft! Hahaha, sorry, I just thought of something happy.”

“Haha, my dad slapped me yesterday.”

“Hahahaha, holy crap, dog rare.”

The class immediately burst into laughter, and Sun Zhicheng was miserable.

He wished he could fly back immediately and punch that boss and apprentice.

If you can’t cut hair, what the hell are you cutting?! Cut your ass!

While the whole class was laughing, Jiang Nian propped his head up and stared at Zhang Ningzhi. The girl had originally wanted to laugh too, after all, Sun Zhicheng’s rare head was too bizarre.

But being stared at by him like that, Zhang Ningzhi wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.

Her cheeks puffed out like steamed buns, holding it in, looking straight ahead.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Nian asked knowingly, speaking faintly, “You’re not making fun of a classmate, are you? No way, no way?”

Zhang Ningzhi rubbed her cheeks and glared at him.

“I’m not!”

Jiang Nian had already given up when footsteps came from the classroom door.

It was Lin Dong.

Lin Dong, who had returned from a shower in the dorm, was no longer the Lin Dong who had laughed until he twitched.

He was refreshed, entering the classroom with light steps. His gaze swept over Sun Zhicheng, and he couldn’t help but burst into laughter again.

“Hahahaha!”

Since Lin Dong had just laughed himself unconscious and been rescued, his second outburst of laughter seemed extremely comical, and the entire class immediately roared with laughter.

Zhang Ningzhi also couldn’t hold back, instantly losing her composure.

The little girl let out a giggle, covering her mouth and laughing softly, her shoulders trembling.

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