boyutpedia Chapter 5 The boy has been completely transformed.
Chapter 5 The boy has been completely transformed.
The two walked side by side out of the campus.
Zhao Sisi's mood was clearly even more depressed—it was unclear whether it was because Chen Zhiyuan wasn't waiting for her there, or because the plan for someone to pay the bill had fallen through.
Noticing her gloom, Luo Manxue tightened her arm around hers and gently comforted her, "Sisi, it's okay. Even without Chen Zhiyuan, it's the same if just the two of us go out to eat together."
She paused, then asked softly, with a hint of probing, "I heard you rejected Chen Zhiyuan's confession again, is that true?"
Zhao Sisi pursed her lips, her tone carrying a hint of grievance she herself didn't realize: "I just said I didn't want to be in a relationship right now. I think it's fine to just be good friends. I really don't understand why he got angry."
She said that, but she was actually quite resentful. All she was doing was refusing to be his girlfriend. Couldn't they just continue to get along like before? Why did she have to force herself to make a statement?
Luo Manxue looked at her, smiled helplessly, and continued to persuade her: "Sisi, we've all graduated from high school. Actually, it would be nice to have a sweet romance."
I think Chen Zhiyuan is really great, and you two are a perfect match. You grew up together and know each other very well.
You're pretty, he's handsome, and he gets good grades. I've heard there are quite a few girls at school who secretly like him. Aren't you worried he'll be snatched away by someone else?
"He dares!" Zhao Sisi blurted out, her voice unconsciously rising a little.
Luo Manxue shook her head with a wry smile.
She knew that since their senior year of high school, Chen Zhiyuan had confessed his feelings to her more than once, both openly and secretly, but Zhao Sisi had always politely rejected him on the grounds that she "didn't want to be in a relationship for the time being."
Even so, Chen Zhiyuan still brought her breakfast every day without fail, waited for her to get out of school, and patiently explained problems to her... That kindness almost became a natural sight in the eyes of them.
Zhao Sisi took all of Chen Zhiyuan's kindness for granted.
She really wanted to remind her again: Sisi, stop pushing him away like this, otherwise such a good guy will really be "picked up" by someone else.
But seeing her friend's sulky expression, she swallowed her words and changed the subject: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
"I heard that dessert shop has released a lot of new items lately. Let's try them all later... Hmm... we can skip lunch and have dessert as our main meal today!"
The two girls walked hand in hand, their figures gradually disappearing into the crowd outside the school gate.
On the other side, Chen Zhiyuan had already dropped He Fei off at the entrance of the alley where her house was located.
Walk a hundred meters or so further in, and you'll find her home in that slightly old, self-built tile-roofed house—it was built by her father when he was alive, and it's quite old now, standing out from the surrounding apartment buildings that are gradually springing up.
"Chen Zhiyuan, thank you." He Fei kept her head slightly bowed, her voice as soft as a feather.
Chen Zhiyuan smiled brightly, even with a hint of mischief, and jokingly asked, "He Fei, aren't you going to invite me to your house?"
Upon hearing this, He Fei visibly tensed up, her cheeks instantly flushing red: "I...I..."
She hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter the second word.
She had never invited any boy to her home since she was a child, and now she felt flustered and didn't know how to deal with it.
Seeing her adorable, flustered expression, Chen Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Alright, alright, I was just teasing you. I'm leaving now!"
He stopped pressuring her, waved cheerfully, and with a push of his foot, the bicycle glided effortlessly away.
He Fei stood there, stunned, watching the tall figure walk away into the distance. It took her a long time before she slowly looked away.
The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved upwards into a tiny arc, a rare and gentle smile quietly appearing on her usually downcast face.
Chen Zhiyuan rode his bike around the streets for a while and found a barbershop that looked fairly clean and bright.
Sitting in the barber chair, he gestured and described to the barber the hairstyle he wanted: no heavy "bowl cut", but thinned out, layered, with some forehead showing, and overall clean and neat, with a youthful feel but not cliché.
With a combination of words and gestures, the hairdresser, later jokingly referred to as "Teacher Tony," finally understood what he meant.
The craftsmanship was quite solid; the scissors snipped away, and the stray hairs fell one after another. The final result was surprisingly good, basically fulfilling Chen Zhiyuan's requirements.
After getting his hair cut, Chen Zhiyuan carefully examined himself in the mirror.
The boy in the mirror had undergone a complete transformation—his old, clumsy "bowl cut" was gone, replaced by a clean and stylish head of tousled hair.
His hairstyle made his features appear even more defined and three-dimensional, and the youthful energy in his eyes seemed to overflow.
His good looks, which were originally sealed by his hairstyle, have been completely unleashed. He used to be just "handsome," but now he has a striking and handsome appearance. Although he is still a bit green, he already has a hint of the dashing and elegant man he will become in the future.
The more he looked at himself, the more satisfied he became. He couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror from left to right, his smile impossible to hide.
"Master, how much is it in total?"
Unexpectedly, the barber stared at his new hairstyle for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Forget about the money, thank you handsome, you've taught me a new hairstyle."
Since he could save about ten yuan, Chen Zhiyuan didn't hold back.
He knew in his heart that this wasn't exactly a bargain—the barber had indeed learned a novel and sure-to-be-popular hairstyling technique from his description and the final result, so it was a win-win situation.
Riding his bike, Chen Zhiyuan unconsciously hummed a cheerful tune as he rode towards the residential area of Shuguang Machinery Factory.
As he passed the gate of the residential compound, the security guard on duty squinted at him several times, initially wondering to himself:
Where did this handsome young man come from? We don't think we have anyone like him in our neighborhood...
Just as he was about to call out to him and ask him to register, the words caught in his throat—he finally recognized him; wasn't this the young man from Old Chen's family who had just finished the college entrance exam?!
The old man looked puzzled, thinking to himself: This young Chen... I've never noticed how energetic he is before. Where did he get his hair cut? I'll have to get my grandson a haircut too tomorrow. He looks so smart!
Chen Zhiyuan naturally didn't notice the gatekeeper's inner monologue, and didn't even glance over there. He rode his bike into the community as if he knew the way well.
As he approached the bicycle shed, he subconsciously slowed down, a sense of helplessness washing over him: What bad luck, how did I run into her again?
Zhao Sisi had finished her dessert and was walking slowly by herself when she heard the sound of wheels behind her. She subconsciously turned around and glanced back.
At first glance, she didn't recognize Chen Zhiyuan at all; she just subconsciously exclaimed in her heart: This person... is so handsome! He's better looking than all the boys in school.
But the next second, she froze, a strong sense of astonishment welling up inside her: This, isn't this Chen Zhiyuan!
Why... did he change his hairstyle? And he looks so much more handsome than before!
Upon recognizing him, Zhao Sisi, in a moment of surprise, habitually raised her chin slightly, adopting a reserved yet somewhat aloof demeanor.
In her envisioned scenario, when Chen Zhiyuan saw her, he would immediately stop and approach her with a fawning and ingratiating expression.
Hmph, I haven't forgiven him yet. I'll leave him hanging for a few days first.
Even if he comes to apologize now, I can't talk to him right away—that's what she was thinking.
however……
The anticipated scenario did not occur.
Chen Zhiyuan seemed not to see her at all, his gaze sweeping over her calmly without lingering.
He rode his bike past her smoothly, then parked it neatly in the bike shed a short distance away and locked it.
Zhao Sisi was completely stunned.
Immediately, a surge of shame and anger at being completely ignored rushed to his head, and his entire face instantly turned frosty.
She could no longer hold back and shouted angrily and urgently at the retreating figure:
"Chen Zhiyuan!"
Chen Zhiyuan did stop and turned around to look at her.
But his gaze was calm and unwavering, even carrying a hint of detachment at being disturbed, as he simply asked:
"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Sisi's reaction, he turned around, put his hands in his pockets, hummed that off-key little tune again, and strode off toward his apartment building without looking back.
This……
Zhao Sisi stood frozen in place, hardly believing her eyes.
When she finally recovered from her shock and embarrassment, a surge of anger, which she had nowhere to vent, suddenly rose up.
She slammed the unfinished milk tea in her hand onto the ground, the plastic cup shattered, and the sweet liquid splattered all over the floor.
A voice screamed in my heart, filled with frustration and a ruthless, oath-like resolve:
I'm never going to talk to him again!
Never speak to him again for the rest of your life!!!