Shi Sang said seriously: "Because others learn during the day, but I learn during the day, at night, and at night."

Chen Huang understood: "According to what you said, are you staying up late?"

"Yes, otherwise I can be so bald?" Shi Sang sighed and shouted an inspiring slogan, "But it doesn't matter. People staying up late, staying up late, and becoming bald, will eventually be the best."

Chen Wang: "..."

Why does this slogan sound a bit stupid?

After shouting the slogan, Shi Sang still added unwillingly: "Although that's what he said, it would be great if he stayed up late and lost his leg hair."

Chen Wang: "..."

To be honest, this is a bit difficult.

While the two of them were talking, Xie Yan had already washed his hands and came back from the bathroom. When he heard their conversation, he glanced at Shisang's head casually.

Then, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Oh, I didn’t pay much attention just now, but now I noticed that I didn’t see it for a holiday. Oh, and there were several hairs on Shisang’s head.

"Look at my hairline." Seeing Xie Yan's gaze falling, Shi Sang took the initiative to pull the few hairs he had left for him to see. He didn't know whether to praise or complain, "This hairline is as you wish, and it's really about to the back of your head."

Liner: “…”

Three months have passed since Children's Day, and Xie Yan's words have come true quite quickly.

Xie Yan looked at the hairs that were dancing in the wind standing strongly on Shi Sang's head. He rarely considered his words in his heart before saying comfortably: "Actually, it's good to go to the back of his head. At that time, the school's animation club will organize activities, and you will go to the princes of the Qing Dynasty, and you don't have to prepare wigs to save money for the club."

At the same time, Lin Er also considered his words and thought about how to comfort people so that Shi Sang could feel better: "I think it has little to do with hairstyle and appearance. Look, even if you are bald, your face is still handsome."

Shi Sang: "..."

The two of them spoke at the same time, but the meaning they expressed was completely opposite.

There is no harm without comparison.

You cosplay the princes of the Qing Dynasty don’t need to prepare wigs…

No need to prepare a wig...

Wig covers...

This sentence swayed back and forth in Shi Sang's ear, like a machine gun, and it was a "bald" explosion and output to his head and ear.

Shi Sang was silent again and silent, and finally broke out in silence: "No, Xie Tiantian, can you learn from me? Listen to the art of speaking, and listen to what you say, are you talking?"

"She is praising you, and the language has a little more artistic processing." Xie Yan then pulled open the chair, sat down, and then leaned lazily on the windowsill, "I'm starting from reality and telling you a big truth. We can't praise you at the same time. What should we do if we praise you again?"

“…”

To be honest, Shi Sang doesn't really want to hear such a big truth.

After a while, Shi Sang said, "I finally know why the ministers in history who dared to speak out for advice will eventually be beheaded by the emperor."

Xie Yan agreed with him quite a bit, and said "Yeah": "It's because the truth is always unpopular."

Shi Sang: "..."
Chapter completed!