Xu Wenbo has known about the notorious Dragon Young Master since he was young. Now, seeing Dragon Young Master approaching him with a fierce aura, he immediately became frightened and stuttered: "Dragon...Young Master...do you have something to find me for?"

Dragon Young Master asked coldly, "Where did you just go?"

Xu Wenbo looked confused, "Nowhere, I was eating in the cafeteria!"

"With whom did you eat?" Dragon Young Master asked again.

Without thinking, Xu Wenbo replied, "With Zhang Yuxin..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was punched in the face, his mouth bleeding.

Dragon Young Master raised his fist and said, "You **, daring to eat with Zhang Yuxin. In Zhenyi Middle School, doesn't everyone know that Zhang Yuxin is mine? You dare to eat with her, don't you respect me?"

Dragon Young Master was a thug because he had taken a liking to Zhang Yuxin. Other boys were not allowed to associate with her, or else they would invite trouble. This was pure bullying behavior.

Covering his mouth, with tears in his eyes, Xu Wenbo stammered, "I...I was classmates with Yuxin since elementary school. We just sat together to have a meal..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dragon Young Master kicked Xu Wenbo in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground and breaking his glasses.

Pointing at Xu Wenbo, Dragon Young Master said, "Did you call her that? Calling her so intimately! Let me warn you, don't let me see you getting close to Yuxin again, otherwise I will ** you next time. Do you understand?"

Xu Wenbo picked up his glasses, tears flowing down his face, and said while crying, "I understand...I understand, Dragon Young Master!"

I couldn't bear to watch anymore. From the bottom of my heart, I wasn't afraid of Dragon Young Master. I had dealt with dangerous situations before and defeated formidable enemies. I wasn't afraid of even monsters and demons, so how could I be afraid of Dragon Young Master?

I jumped off the bed and helped Xu Wenbo up, unable to help but say, "Dragon Young Master, is this really necessary?"

Dragon Young Master hadn't spoken yet, but his two followers came forward and pushed me, scolding, "Yang Cheng, are you looking for trouble? How dare you talk to Dragon Young Master like that? Are you trying to help this four-eyed loser? Take a look at yourself in the mirror. Who do you think you are?"

The chubby guy quickly stepped forward to mediate, taking out a box of cigarettes from under the mattress and handing them to them while wearing a smiling face, "Dragon Young Master, sorry for the inconvenience caused by these two brothers. Let's calm down. We're just kids from the mountains who aren't good at talking. It was unintentional, hehe!"

The chubby guy's face was as bright as a flower while he laughed. I knew that he was helping me, but if it were me, I definitely couldn't greet these people with a smile.

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Dragon Young Master pinched the chubby guy's cheek and chuckled, "Not good at talking? Little fatty, I find that you're quite good at it!"

Dragon Young Master was heavy-handed. The chubby guy's cheek was distorted, but he still managed to smile, "Dragon Young Master, you flatter me! You flatter me!"

Dragon Young Master let go and pointed to the others in the dormitory, "If anyone dares to tell the teacher about today's incident, hehe, don't blame me for not being polite!"

After leaving this threatening remark, Dragon Young Master swaggered out with his two followers.

I asked Xu Wenbo if he was okay and if he needed to see a doctor. Xu Wenbo said thank you and shook his head, quietly crawling into bed alone.

The chubby guy tugged on my clothes and, in a serious and mature manner, advised me, "Yang Cheng, this is not our Hongqi Village. As the saying goes, when under someone else's roof, one has to bow their head. Zhenyi Middle School belongs to Dragon Young Master's territory. We can't compete with him, so don't offend him. It won't benefit us!"

I glanced at the cigarettes in the chubby guy's hand and asked him, "Where did the cigarettes come from? Now you not only drink but also smoke?"

The chubby guy grinned and said, "I don't smoke. I bought a pack when we went out and kept it for emergencies. I heard from older students that if something happens at school, light up a cigarette first to make people think you're capable!"

Right after Dragon Young Master left, members of the student union arrived. They distributed a notice about haircuts to each dormitory.

The notice was issued by the disciplinary office and clearly stated the requirements for hairstyles for boys and girls. Girls were not allowed to have loose hair and must tie it up, while boys had to have crew cuts.

We looked at the haircut notice from the disciplinary office and felt speechless. Are we managing prisoners or students? What does the length of our hair have to do with our academic performance? It's purely ridiculous!

The chubby guy touched his long ear-length hair and angrily said, "Those old farts at the disciplinary office are all ** old-fashioned, crazy people. They always find trouble for no reason!"

At that time, Korean and Japanese celebrities became popular, and some idol dramas were airing, causing many young people to imitate the hairstyles of the characters in the movies. The chubby guy was also at the cutting edge of fashion. After watching idol dramas, he consciously grew his hair out. After an unremitting effort during the summer vacation, he finally succeeded in growing his hair, but who would have thought that a decree from the disciplinary office would require all students to get a haircut? The chubby guy suddenly felt like the sky was falling.

There was nothing we could do. School was school. Although we were reluctant, we didn't dare to disobey the order.

After school, we went to a barber shop outside the school to get our haircuts.

Across the street from the school gate, there happened to be a barber shop. It was said that the shop opened when we started school. Maybe because it was newly opened, the prices were low and very affordable for students.

Without hesitation, the chubby guy and I headed towards the barber shop with our remaining pocket money.

The barber shop was not big and didn't have a name, but the storefront was clean.

The front of the shop was divided into two sections: the haircut area in the front and a corridor in the middle. There was a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom at the back. The owner did business in the front during the day and slept in the bedroom at night.

The barber shop wasn't lit, giving off a gloomy feeling.

The decoration and furnishings were simple as well, with two mirrors, two chairs, and some hairdressing tools and supplies.

Our reflections appeared blurry in the mirrors, giving a sense of vagueness.

Looking around, I found the barber shop to be quite strange. All the decorations inside were in black and white, giving off a chilling vibe.

The owner must be a peculiar person. Even a normal person would feel suppressed in such an environment.

"Do you want a haircut?" The owner, dressed in a black robe, appeared behind us, giving us a big fright.

The owner was an older man, around fifty years old, with some white hair on his temples. He had a thin and frail figure, wearing a black robe that had an ancient style, giving off a sense of time.