Zhang Zhaomu spent the entire class doing Xiang Qing's hair.
Because he was going to do a makeover for other clients, Zhang Zhaomu had brought a lot of hair accessories in his backpack. He chose a light blue hairband, took the front half of the client's hair, and loosely tied it into a low ponytail.
It looks like her hair hanging down naturally behind her head, like "hair hanging down with parted strands".
Then, a small strand of hair was taken from above the eyebrows on both sides and braided into an extremely thin scorpion braid, which was braided all the way to the back of the head and joined with the ponytail. This faint texture is like a simplified version of the "spirit snake bun" in ancient paintings.
Xiang Qing cooperated throughout, but she seemed very nervous doing this under the teacher's watchful eye.
"Is it... all done?"
Only after Zhang Zhaomu stopped did she ask in a low voice.
"Alright." Zhang Zhaomu looked at his work and nodded in satisfaction. "Perfect!"
The girl was already like a fairy in a painting, and now with a new hairstyle, her classical temperament was even more outstanding. The moment she lowered her head slightly, the stunning beauty was simply captivating.
"I feel that if Cao Zhi were to travel back in time, he could write another 'Ode to the Rhapsody on the Goddess of the Luo River' for you," Zhang Zhaomu, not holding back his praise.
"Thank you..." Xiang Qing seemed uncomfortable with the praise, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at Zhang Zhaomu.
Zhang Zhaomu thoughtfully took out his phone, switched to front-facing camera mode, and pointed the screen at her.
Xiang Qing looked at her reflection on the screen, her fingers brushing over the two scorpion braids, then touching the light blue ribbon hanging between her hair strands.
It feels kind of novel.
She couldn't resist pressing the shutter button to capture her face on her phone.
Then, realizing what he had done, he stammered, "I... I'm sorry!"
Zhang Zhaomu didn't seem to care. He opened the album, looked at the photo, and said, "Not bad. As expected, the modeling is good; it looks good from any angle."
Do you want me to send it to you?
Xiang Qing's eyes brightened slightly. "Is it okay?"
"Of course." Zhang Zhaomu nodded. "I'll add you first... Do you usually use QQ or WeChat?"
" WeChat." Xiang Qing glanced at the teacher secretly, wrote a string of numbers on the note, and added a sentence: "My phone is in the dorm. I'll add you when I go back at noon."
"Okay." Zhang Zhaomu entered the string of numbers into WeChat and accurately found Xiang Qing's WeChat account.
My online name is " May All Things Exceed Your Wishes ".
"Your online name..." Zhang Zhaomu paused, then retorted, "Did your mother give it to you?"
Xiang Qing looked slightly surprised and wrote, "How did you know?"
"That's so old-fashioned!" Zhang Zhaomu boasted, showing off his account. "Look at my username, this is the style of young people."
"Wangzai Little Buns?" Xiang Qing murmured, then asked doubtfully, "You like them?"
"Take another look," Zhang Zhaomu reminded him.
"Oh..." Xiang Qing glanced at it again, "Wangzai Little Buns... little fists?!"
"Puff--"
She couldn't help but laugh out loud, and quickly covered her mouth.
Zhang Zhaomu: "... Is it really that exaggerated? Is your sense of humor too low?"
"How... how strange!" Xiang Qing tried hard to suppress her laughter, turned to look at Zhang Zhaomu, her eyes curving into crescents.
"Your online name has to be weird to be memorable," Zhang Zhaomu said proudly. "You can change yours too."
"Change it to what?" Xiang Qing asked curiously.
"Hmm..." Zhang Zhaomu thought for a moment, "Lightly lick the cockroach's jade feet?"
"Lightly lick... a cockroach..." Xiang Qing repeated blankly, "Jade... jade feet?!"
"Alas!"
She let out a groan, her face contorting in disgust, but then she found it funny and laughed even harder, slumping onto the table with her shoulders heaving.
Zhang Zhaomu couldn't help but chuckle, encouraging him, "With your persona, choosing a username like this would definitely create a striking contrast!"
"No way!" Xiang Qing said quickly, "It's disgusting! My mom will definitely be angry!"
"What are you afraid of? Your mom definitely saved it in her contacts; she won't even notice you changed your username."
"Anyway, I don't want to!" Xiang Qing rubbed her cheeks, relaxing her face which had become a little tense from laughing.
"Alright." Zhang Zhaomu didn't press the matter, then suddenly said mischievously, "Didn't you notice that you just said quite a long sentence?"
"Huh?" Xiang Qing looked up, belatedly realizing, "Oh right..."
Because I was so engrossed in the discussion about usernames, I completely forgot about the awkward feeling I had.
"I told you talking to me more would be useful!" Zhang Zhaomu said smugly. "It hasn't even been that long... I'm practically a miracle doctor!"
"Thank you... thank you, class monitor..." Xiang Qing felt a little nervous, but quickly regained her composure.
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break and interrupting their conversation.
Zhang Zhaomu stood up, stretched, and said, "Another morning's been endured. I'm off now, see you later!"
"Good."
Xiang Qing felt a little unsatisfied; chatting with the class monitor was really interesting...
Suddenly I'm looking forward to lunch break going by quickly.
Zhang Zhaomu glanced in Duan Chan'er's direction; the other was still slumped over the table, unconscious. Remembering that he had things to do at noon, he went over to her.
Duan Chan'er's deskmate was Xue Jingshu, the class's art and literature representative. When she saw Zhang Zhaomu coming over, she greeted him warmly, "Class monitor, is it finally my turn for a makeover?"
"Uh, there are still two people ahead of us, don't rush." Zhang Zhaomu replied, "Don't worry, it'll definitely be done this week!"
"Okay..." Xue Jingshu was a little disappointed and complained, "I saw you doing your deskmate's hair during class."
"Huh? You noticed?" Zhang Zhaomu was a little embarrassed.
"You've all probably noticed, right?" Xue Jingshu said, "After all, the teacher keeps glancing in your direction..."
"Uh." Zhang Zhaomu paid no attention to the teacher on the podium.
"It's just a new hairstyle, but the effect is amazing! I'm completely stunned!" Xue Jingshu couldn't help but exclaim. "How can someone be so beautiful... I really want to be transformed by the class monitor soon. I'd be satisfied if I could be even three-tenths as good-looking as her!"
"You're very pretty too," Zhang Zhaomu comforted her.
As the arts and literature representative, Xue Jingshu was indeed quite outstanding in appearance. Because she was an art student, she naturally had a quiet temperament. In other classes, she would at least be a stunning beauty. Unfortunately, she was unlucky enough to sit next to Duan Chan'er, and was immediately overshadowed by the literary girl and became quite ordinary.
During their conversation, Duan Chan'er finally woke up. Still half-asleep, she noticed Zhang Zhaomu standing beside her and softly called out, "Class monitor? What are you doing standing here?"
"What do you think?" Zhang Zhaomu laughed. "Have you forgotten what we were going to do at noon?"
"Oh right!" Duan Chan'er immediately woke up and quickly stood up. "I was still half asleep, sorry. Let's go home first."
"Okay." Zhang Zhaomu nodded.
Watching the two figures walk side by side towards the classroom exit, Xue Jingshu unconsciously widened her eyes.
Wait... what do you mean we should go home first?
Is your tone really that natural?
The class monitor and Duan Chan'er are having an affair!