Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 272 - 237: Brother, Can’t Catch My Breath

Chapter 272: Chapter 237: Brother, Can’t Catch My Breath

As it turns out, people only laugh when they are utterly speechless.

Inside the barber shop.

Sun Zhicheng glanced at the rare, shiny head in the mirror, overwhelmed by fits of laughter.

The apprentice looked at the trembling "winter melon" in front of him, feeling a bit troubled.

"Dude, don’t move, okay?"

Sun Zhicheng wanted to spring up and start cursing angrily at the barber shop.

He wanted to go berserk, smash up this shabby shop, and make that heartless boss and foolish apprentice pay for his hair and... dignity.

What do they take me for?

A lab rat willing to pay for its own experiments!

"Dude, stop moving, there’s another dent now," the apprentice complained, "It’s almost done, but you’re moving a lot, making it hard for me to work here."

Sun Zhicheng was on the verge of fury, but he took another look at his rare head.

He held back.

"Could you just shave it all off?" he forced himself to remain rational and suppress the demon inside.

The wrath of an emperor can shatter the galaxies, obliterate the paths of truth.

Would such a small barber shop withstand my wrath!

"It’s not recommended, sir," the apprentice spoke gently with a smile, "With this hairstyle of yours, going all buzzed wouldn’t look good."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhicheng felt a bit insecure again.

"Really?"

"Yes, just wait a bit more," the apprentice casually asked, "If you want any changes, just say so."

Sun Zhicheng: "....."

He wasn’t satisfied with any part of his hairstyle, and he didn’t want to talk; he just wanted to curse out the apprentice’s mother.

At this moment, Sun Zhicheng regretted not being a tough guy.

Does he have to endure even when his hair looks like this?

He wanted to shout, but worried about causing trouble.

Maybe the apprentice... just worked hard to get this opportunity.

Should he be kind and give the guy a bit more patience?

Ten minutes passed, and the apprentice was still trimming around the back of his head.

Sun Zhicheng: "...Hey, I’m almost late for my evening class. Can you speed it up?"

"Okay, okay, just a moment," the apprentice said as he continued trimming, swaying back and forth, "Almost done, it won’t be long now."

At six-zero-five, Sun Zhicheng walked out of the barber shop.

He took out his phone, using the street lights to act as a mirror, and cried inside.

No tears fell, because real men don’t cry easily.

He realized a profound truth at that moment. Never go easy on a barber’s apprentice; if he doesn’t learn well, let him hang himself.

In the classroom.

"Hahahahaha!!" Lin Dong clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, coughing uncontrollably, "Cough, cough, cough!! Help me, I can’t die here!"

"Pfft!" Zhou Yuting just looked up, witnessing the explosive scene.

She covered her mouth, glancing at Yu Zhiyi, who was writing at the desk, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Heh heh."

Yu Zhiyi looked up, puzzled, glanced at Zhou Yuting.

Under her signaling gaze, Yu Zhiyi gradually looked at Sun Zhicheng. Immediately, she couldn’t hold it any longer.

"Haha, rare dog head."

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong, who had just settled down, was drawn back in by Yu Zhiyi’s remark about Sun’s head.

He examined Sun Zhicheng for a while and found there was indeed a rare charm, and burst into laughter again.

Lin Dong, unable to hold it in again, sat back in his seat and started laughing while holding his stomach again.

Because of his intense laughter, he rolled his eyes and nearly passed out.

As people around were watching the spectacle, they suddenly noticed Lin Dong was in distress and shouted.

"Not good, Lin Dong is dead!"

It turned into a joker’s talk.

It was right before the evening self-study, early November, and it got dark early.

The classroom was already filled with people, most in small groups here and there. Some were sitting down doing homework, others chatting.

This outrageous announcement caught the attention of everyone in the class.

"We’re done for, Lin Dong got laughed to death by Sun Zhicheng."

"Damn, eyes wide open, jaw-dropping sight."

"What to do? Take him to the school clinic?"

"Must be joking with all the reading, there’s no clinic here, call 120!"

"Homeroom teacher! Find the homeroom teacher, where’s the discipline committee?"

Cai Xiaoqing was also dazed; she had never witnessed such a situation before. For a moment, she was in turmoil, clutching her phone as she approached.

What to do, what to do?

Suddenly, the crowd parted.

Li Qingrong walked over, took a look, and calmly said.

"This is respiratory alkalosis, anyone got a plastic bag?"

Cai Xiaoqing was a beat behind, her mind buzzing. The panic hadn’t spread yet when a hand patted her shoulder.

"Uh?"

Li Qingrong’s gaze was deep as she calmly said.

"Find a plastic bag."

"Oh! Okay!" Instantly, Cai Xiaoqing felt grounded, no longer hesitated, and loudly asked, "Anyone have a bag?"

"I do!" Luo Yong from the same class raised a white plastic bag and hesitated, "It’s just... it has a little oil, is that a problem?"

Cai Xiaoqing looked at the class monitor, and Li Qingrong nodded.

"No problem."

Li Qingrong took the bag and placed it over Lin Dong’s head, tying it slightly tighter.

"Everybody back off."

The surrounding people were cleared, leaving a space.

Sun Zhicheng stood there, stunned, and only relaxed when he saw the class monitor taking control.

Feeling awkward, he didn’t know whether to stand or sit.

Fortunately, Lin Dong’s condition was mild, and after inhaling several rounds of carbon dioxide, he stabilized, and his fingers stopped twitching.

Seeing this, Li Qingrong addressed the others around.

"Someone come here and help him adjust a few more times."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhicheng snapped back to reality. He mumbled a couple of times before stepping forward.

As they say, to untie the knot, the one who tied it must do so.

Since Brother Dong’s ailment stemmed from me, then let me be the one to end it. This consequence, I shall sever it myself.

Li Qingrong glanced at him and said.

"You stay farther away, don’t cause a relapse."

Snap, Sun Zhicheng’s pupils shrunk. His newly gathered resolve instantly shattered, move farther away~ move farther~

He walked away from the crowd like a scholar who failed the exams, looking desolate.

So I’m bad luck, huh.

Li Qingrong didn’t care about Sun Zhicheng, she was hesitating on whom to call over to help.

Suddenly, a group of people came in from the classroom door.

Jiang Nian, Li Hua, and Ma Guojun, the three "Fruit Special Attack" heroes, came in, followed by Yang Qiming and Huang Caicai brothers.

The two groups met downstairs and ended up coming up together.

Who knew they’d walk in to such a thunderous entry scene, seeing a group crowded around. The class monitor was putting a transparent plastic bag over Lin Dong’s head, seemingly about to commit a heinous act.

Yang Qiming was pained, that was his comrade, his brother.

"Brother Dong! What... what did you do to offend the class monitor! Foolish! Live a better life next time around!"

Huang Caicai was stunned, the class monitor was going to kill Brother Dong.

Should he lend a hand?

"Darn, walked right into the crime scene." Li Hua directly gave a French salute, raising both hands over her head, "I surrender, don’t kill me!"

"Idiot, that’s the class monitor, he wouldn’t do such a thing!" Ma Guojun said speechlessly.

He didn’t say the other part; there wouldn’t be a need for the class monitor. Lin Dong would’ve likely just hopped onto a window ledge for a long jump.

Jiang Nian laughed and pointed at them, already in the atmosphere, teasing them a bit.

"Obviously, it’s treatment, the class monitor’s brilliant!"

He didn’t quite comprehend the situation, but that didn’t stop him from taking a stance.

"Who said Lin Dong’s body is old? It’s a darn good body! It’s still moving, quite healthy."

Several people asked around the surroundings and were dumbfounded.

"Where’s Sun Zhicheng?"

Li Hua stepped forward, quite puzzled.

"How funny can getting a haircut be, really funny."

He turned around, saw the rare-headed Sun Zhicheng on the edge of the crowd, and burst into thunderous laughter.

"Hahaha, sorry, I take back what I said earlier, I’m a fool."

Yang Qiming, busy saving his brother, stepped forward to take over the monitor’s task.

"Brother Dong, hang in there."

Li Qingrong looked down, glanced at the plastic bag.

"You’ve smeared oil on his face."

"Oh, oh, sorry Brother Dong!" Yang Qiming suddenly let go, tried to wipe it off, but ended up smearing it again through the plastic bag, "Uh... Brother Dong, I’m...."

Chen Yunyun glanced over and couldn’t help but shake her head sympathetically.

"Our group leader is nearly suffocated by you."

Wang Yuhe, standing on tiptoe for quite some time, tugged on Chen Yunyun’s coat, with a serious face.

"I can hold my breath for a minute and a half."

"Impressive." Jiang Nian came over, praised her, a simple matter, "I wouldn’t’ve guessed, you at 1.6 meters can hold on for so long."

Wang Yuhe held her head high, cocky.

"Of course."

Lin Dong was panting, couldn’t catch his breath, brother.

The comedic drama went on until class started.

Lin Dong fully recovered, back to normal. But with oil and salt on his face and hair, he simply went back to the dorm to shower.

Sun Zhicheng sat down at his desk, too embarrassed to face anyone.

During the evening study, you could occasionally hear the sound of leaking air in the classroom. Faint weird laughter could be heard, deep or suppressed for a long time, ha ha ha, cluck cluck cluck.

During the evening self-study, in the quiet classroom.

"Pfft! Hahaha, sorry, just thought of something funny."

"Haha, my dad slapped me yesterday."

"Hahaha, damn, rare dog!"

The class was instantly filled with laughter, Sun Zhicheng felt miserable.

He wished he could fly back and punch that boss and apprentice right then.

Can’t cut hair properly, cut your own damn hair! Cut of bunk!

While the whole class was laughing, Jiang Nian rested his head on his hand and stared at Zhang Ningzhi. The girl initially wanted to laugh too; after all, Sun Zhicheng’s rare head was ridiculous.

But being stared at by him, Zhang Ningzhi wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.

Her cheeks puffed up like a steamed bun, holding back, staring straight ahead.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Nian deliberately questioned, with a hint of mischief, "Are you laughing at a classmate? Can’t be, right?"

Zhang Ningzhi rubbed her cheeks and glared at him.

"I didn’t!"

Jiang Nian had already given up until footsteps sounded at the classroom door.

It was Lin Dong.

Having returned from a shower at the dorm, Lin Dong was no longer the one laughing to the point of spasm.

He stepped into the class refreshed, eyes glanced towards Sun Zhicheng again, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud again.

"Hahaha!"

Given that Lin Dong had just laughed himself into a faint and had been revived, his second round of laughter was especially comical, and the whole class burst into laughter once more.

Zhang Ningzhi couldn’t hold back, cracking up instantly.

The young girl let out a small laugh, covering her mouth softly, shoulders shaking as she giggled.