Zhang Zhaomu never expected that Duan Chan'er would keep him occupied with discussing how to build a harem for the entire afternoon.
Although it's for the sake of the novel's plot, it still feels a bit strange.
Fortunately, lunch was quite sumptuous, making Zhang Zhaomu want to run up to Duan Chan'er every noon and bark at her.
Unfortunately, it was just a joke and shouldn't be taken seriously.
Over the next few days, Zhang Zhaomu followed his study plan step by step, making very good progress. By the time Saturday came, he had already self-studied most of the first-year high school curriculum, except for mathematics.
Occasionally, during class, I'm able to understand the teacher's lectures.
Of course, Zhang Zhaomu felt that he could learn on his own much faster.
As for math, Zhang Zhaomu spent almost every spare moment this week pestering Chen Zhenzhen for tutoring. Although it was a bit slow, he built a solid foundation.
Xiang Qing tried the same trick again, teaming up with Chen Zhenzhen to try and not go home for the weekend. Unfortunately, her mother still refused, only agreeing to let her go home a little later, just like last week.
" Zhang Zhaomu, so what are we doing this afternoon?" Xiang Qing asked impatiently as soon as the bell rang.
"Either is fine," Zhang Zhaomu said casually. "However, I need to go to the teachers' office first. You go to the first floor and meet up with Chen Zhen. I'll come find you later."
"What are you going to the office for?" Xiang Qing asked curiously.
"I'm helping a teacher with a makeover." Zhang Zhaomu shrugged. "She said she has a blind date for dinner tonight."
Xiang Qing's eyes lit up slightly.
"You can't go with them!" Zhang Zhaomu stopped him before he could speak.
He's recently figured out a bit of his deskmate's hidden personality.
Although she appears aloof and has an ethereal, otherworldly face, she actually possesses an exceptionally strong curiosity about everything except studying, and recently she's been getting bolder and bolder.
"Okay..." Xiang Qing was a little disappointed. "Then you need to hurry."
She really cherishes her Saturday afternoons.
"His won't be troublesome, it should take less than half an hour," Zhang Zhaomu said with a smile. "You two can go to the cafeteria and grab a bite to eat first."
"Let's wait for you to come together."
"OK."
Zhang Zhaomu was the first to get up and walk towards the teachers' office.
Only Chen Yongchao and Teacher Zhu were in the office. Upon seeing Zhang Zhaomu enter, Teacher Zhu immediately looked expectant. "Class Monitor Zhang, you're here! How shall we begin?"
Zhang Zhaomu didn't know where this strange way of addressing him came from; perhaps he felt that calling him by his name directly would seem too formal?
After all, ever since I agreed to help him with his makeover, it seems impossible to maintain a simple teacher-student relationship anymore.
Chen Yongchao and I shared this feeling.
" Teacher Zhu, you can just sit down. I'll fix your hair first." Zhang Zhaomu took out her tools from her backpack, paused, and then said, "Do you have any old newspapers or anything? Just in case your hair falls on the floor."
"It's alright, I'll take care of it then." Teacher Zhu was already quite impatient.
"Alright."
Zhang Zhaomu took out a spray bottle, sprayed some water, and then skillfully began pruning.
Chen Yongchao watched intently from the side. It was the first time he had seen Zhang Zhaomu give someone a makeover, and to be honest, he looked much more professional than he had imagined.
Not only is his fashion sense amazing, but is he also incredibly skilled at hairdressing? Does his family own a barbershop?
Having only been Zhang Zhaomu's homeroom teacher for less than a month, Chen Yongchao didn't really know much about his class monitor's family background.
Men's hairstyles are not as complicated as women's. Zhang Zhaomu finished cutting his hair in about ten minutes, and then took out the hair gel and carefully styled it.
If it's for everyday wear, you wouldn't need hair gel, but since it's a blind date, being a little more formal will show that you value the other person more.
After finishing the haircut, Zhang Zhaomu took two steps back, looked at her work, and nodded slightly.
"All done?" Teacher Zhu was a little nervous. After all, there was no mirror in the office, so he couldn't see his own reflection. He could only look at Chen Yongchao and ask, "How was the result?"
"Tsk." Chen Yongchao originally wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but considering that Zhang Zhaomu was right next to him, it wouldn't be appropriate to say something too insincere. So he could only purse his lips and say sourly, "An old tree finally blossoming."
Teacher Zhu immediately beamed with joy.
" Teacher Zhu, did you bring your clothes?" Zhang Zhaomu asked.
"Yes, I brought it," Teacher Zhu quickly replied. "Shall I go change now?"
"Okay." Zhang Zhaomu nodded. "Once you're changed, I can help you adjust it a little."
The office was obviously not a place to change clothes. Although everyone was male, the corridor was right outside the window, so Teacher Zhu took his clothes and headed to the restroom.
Only Zhang Zhaomu and Chen Yongchao remained, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
Finally, Chen Yongchao broke the silence, casually saying, "Class monitor, I noticed you haven't been sleeping or playing on your phone in class this week. You've been studying quite diligently, which deserves praise."
Zhang Zhaomu: "Thank you, Teacher Chen."
"Next week is the first monthly exam for second-year high school students. How many places do you think you can improve?" Chen Yongchao asked tentatively.
"Teacher, I can't be sure about that either," Zhang Zhaomu said modestly. "After all, I don't know much about the students' previous grades."
"That's true." Chen Yongchao nodded. "Just do your best. You're only in your second year of high school. With your talent, as long as you keep working hard, you'll definitely be able to get into a good university by the time you take the college entrance exam."
After a few more awkward words, Teacher Zhu finally returned to her office.
Chen Yongchao looked over and was immediately stunned.
At this moment, Teacher Zhu was wearing a cool gray knitted short-sleeved polo shirt, high-waisted wide-leg trousers, and dark brown penny loafers. With her Refined styled hair, she looked completely transformed, exuding a refined and gentle temperament.
"Tsk." Chen Yongchao couldn't help but click his tongue again, then looked away.
I can't look anymore, I'm so jealous!
Is this really a character makeover? Are you sure you didn't add any special face-customization effects?
Otherwise, how come the previously unremarkable Old Zhu now acts like he just stepped out of a TV show, playing the role of a learned university professor?
Damn it!
I should have known better than to agree to help him get his class monitor to do a makeover. Now, my reputation as the most handsome male teacher at Xinxi No. 1 High School is starting to jeopardize.
"How about it?"
Teacher Zhu had clearly looked in the mirror in the restroom, and now she smugly approached Chen Yongchao:
"Am I okay as I am now? It shouldn't be embarrassing to go on a blind date, right?"