Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Isn't Chapter 130 good now?

The next morning, Song Huan stood downstairs at Xiao Yunqing's house, hands in her pockets, waiting.

The door to the stairwell opened.

He looked up, expecting to see her pop out with her ponytail as usual.

Then he froze.

Short hair, ear-length, with bangs reaching the eyebrows.

Ears and back of neck exposed.

She stood at the doorway, clutching her schoolbag strap, looking at him.

Xiao Yunqing's face was a little pale, her lips were pursed, and there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes, like a child who had done something wrong waiting for an adult to punish her.

"Let's go," she said, her voice softer than usual.

Song Huan didn't move, staring at her hair for three seconds.

My heartfelt words drifted over, softly and tremblingly.

[Is it ugly?]

[Does he not like it?]

[I wish I hadn't cut it.]

[Oh, I regret it so much.]

"It's beautiful," he said. "It's very beautiful."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then glared at him, her face turning from white to red. "I haven't asked yet."

Song Huan chuckled and turned to walk forward.

She followed behind, walking slower than usual, her hand occasionally touching the ends of her hair, then putting it down when she found nothing there.

My inner voice drifted over again.

This time it wasn't as chaotic as yesterday. It was intermittent, like a radio with a bad signal, but I could piece together the general idea.

[Will they say something again?]

[Would this work?]

[Am I worthy?]

Song Huan paused for a moment.

Not good enough?

He turned his head and glanced at her.

She was walking with her head down, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her backpack.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on her face and making her short hair shine.

Did you really cut your hair just because someone said a few words?

He doesn't understand.

This girl has always been proud since she was little. She wouldn't even cry when boys took her toys in kindergarten. Now, because of a few idle words, she cut off the ponytail she had kept for several years.

Xiao Yunqing walked beside him, still touching the ends of her hair. She would touch it, then pull it back, and then touch it again a little while later.

Many years later, when she looks back on this day, she probably won't understand why she acted so impulsively.

When I heard those words, it felt like someone had grabbed my heart.

They said she was unworthy, that she was unsophisticated, and that she was rigid.

Everything else was fine, but when she was told that she wasn't good enough for Song Huan, her heart ached.

Even the proudest girl feels inferior in front of the person she likes!

Reaching the classroom door, Xiao Yunqing took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The classroom fell silent for a second.

Zhao Qihang was hunched over the table eating bread when he looked up and saw her; he almost dropped his bread.

Chen Xu peeked out from behind his textbook, his mouth agape, forgetting to close it.

"Holy crap!" Zhao Qihang's voice boomed in the quiet classroom, "Xiao Yunqing, where's your hair?"

Xiao Yunqing glared at him. "What's with this reaction? Cut it."

"Cut it this short?" Zhao Qihang stood up, circled her once, and asked, "Did something happen to you?"

"You're the one who's been traumatized."

Chen Xu scratched his head and surprisingly said with high emotional intelligence, "It's quite good-looking."

Zhao Qihang nodded, "It really does look good, but I didn't recognize it at first glance."

Hearing their words, Xiao Yunqing sat down with satisfaction and stuffed her schoolbag into the drawer.

Song Huan sat beside her without saying a word, took her water glass, unscrewed the cap, and placed it next to her.

When Zhou Shan turned around from the front row and saw Xiao Yunqing, she was completely stunned.

His mouth was open, and his glasses almost slipped off his nose.

"Yun Qing? You...you cut your hair?"

"Um."

"You used to look so good with a ponytail!"

Zhou Shan's voice rose a half octave as she reached out to touch the ends of her hair, only to find nothing. "Why did you suddenly cut it?"

Xiao Yunqing lowered her head, her fingers tracing circles on the table, her thoughts inexplicably drifting to Song Huan. "If you want to cut it, then cut it."

Zhou Shan looked past Xiao Yunqing's shoulder and towards the girls in the front row.

They were turning their heads to look this way, a few people huddled together, covering their mouths, their shoulders shaking.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but that laugh clearly wasn't anything nice.

Zhou Shan's face darkened, she pushed her chair back, and stood up.

Xiao Yunqing grabbed her wrist. "No."

"Why should they?" Zhou Shan's voice was low, but trembling with anger. "They..."

"It's none of their business." Xiao Yunqing looked up at her. "I wanted to cut it myself."

Zhou Shan stood there, her chest heaving.

She looked at Xiao Yunqing, whose eyes were calm, but something was pressing down on them, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Zhou Shan slowly sat down, the chair creaking.

"Your ponytail used to look so pretty," she whispered, her voice tinged with resentment.

Xiao Yunqing lowered her head and pouted slightly.

It was very light and quick, like being poked and then retracting.

But Song Huan saw it from the side.

He leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent.

"What are you saying?" He glanced at Zhou Shan, deliberately raising his voice, "She's not pretty anymore?"

Song Huan coughed and said loudly and seriously, "I have to correct your mistaken idea, Zhou Shan. In my eyes, Xiao Yunqing is the cutest and most beautiful!"

Song Huan's voice echoed almost throughout the entire class, causing the girl in front who was watching the spectacle to freeze.

Zhou Shan was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Yunqing was also stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth turned up.

The smile was soft, but her eyes lit up.

She took her textbook out of the drawer, opened it, held the pen in her hand, and straightened her back.

The voice in my heart drifted over, clear and distinct.

He said I look good now too.

He likes me the way I am now.

[La la la, I'm so happy!]

Song Huan turned back and opened her textbook.

The sunlight streaming in through the window fell brightly between the two of them.

Xiao Yunqing lowered her head to write, her short hair hanging down to the side of her face, the ends sticking up slightly in the light.

She reached out and tucked it behind her ear.

Upon hearing Song Huan's voice, the girls in the corner in front immediately stopped laughing.

One turned back and lay down on the table, while the other lowered his head and flipped through his textbook, turning two pages before turning back again.

The last one sat in the middle, his expression unreadable. He glanced in Xiao Yunqing's direction, then at Song Huan, before turning his gaze back to the table.

Zhou Shan sat in the front row, put down her pen, and then picked it up again.

Her eyes swept over the girls out of the corner of her eye, then back.

Xiao Yunqing was writing down her thoughts beside her, the pen whirring as she wrote very diligently.

She turned back and stared at the blackboard.

The names of the students on duty were written on the blackboard, their chalk writing crooked and messy.

She looked at it for two seconds, took off her glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

"Yun Qing".

"Um?"

"Next class is math, can I borrow your notes to copy?"

"it is good."

Xiao Yunqing didn't even look up, continuing to write.

Her short hair hung down to the side of her face, covering half of it, and the part of her ear that was exposed was white and slightly transparent in the sunlight.

Song Huan was writing a problem next to her. After writing two lines, she stopped and pushed her water cup towards her.

The cup brushed against the back of her hand. She flinched, glanced down, picked it up, took a sip, put it back, and continued writing.