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Chapter 106 Haircut

So we really do have to wear school uniforms!

Geng Yao was quite moved by the completely different attitude of the hairdresser before and after.

Look, even the master's speaking speed has increased, and his tone of voice has become more varied.

School uniforms really are a passport to identity...

"Yes, sir, we want to get a haircut." Geng Yao handed the brick—no, the student handbook—that she was holding to Tian Baiwei and went into the barbershop first.

"Come on, classmate." The barber waved to Geng Yao, who had just entered, and pointed to the red chair in front of him. "Sit here, I'll get you all done right away."

Geng Yao readily agreed and sat down in the dilapidated, adjustable swivel chair.

"Put your feet on the pedals," the barber instructed.

Geng Yao looked down, said "Oh," and put her feet on the rusty and dirty metal pedal.

"Sit still," the barber suddenly said.

Just as Geng Yao was about to respond, she heard two soft "clicks" in her ear—two crisp metallic sounds came from under the chair, and Geng Yao's ankles suddenly felt a chill.

What is that?!

Geng Yao subconsciously bent down to look, but suddenly two wide leather straps popped out from the back of the chair, near her waist. With a "click", the two straps automatically fastened and firmly secured her waist, fixing her to the back of the chair.

"Huh?!" Geng Yao was startled and subconsciously tried to struggle, but found that her feet and waist were bound at the same time, and she could not move at all.

"Master, what does this mean?!" she turned to question the hairdresser.

The barber didn't even look up, slowly unfurling his black cape. "Don't be nervous, student."

"This chair was custom-made to prevent it from being moved around too much."

"A classmate once moved around while getting a haircut, and half of his ear was accidentally cut off."

The barber casually recounted a terrifying story, his tone as nonchalant as if he were saying, "The weather's nice today." He deftly wrapped the black cape around Geng Yao's neck, carefully pressing the cold fabric against her skin: "It'll come off automatically after the haircut."

Neither the metal clinging to her ankles nor the leather strap around her waist was particularly painful, but the feeling of being completely immobilized and unable to break free still made Geng Yao's hair stand on end, and she couldn't help but want to break free.

Geng Yao and Tian Baiwei exchanged a glance in the mirror in front of them.

Tian Baiwei shook her head at her, and Geng Yao could only suppress her desire to struggle for the time being and obediently sit in the chair to wait for her haircut.

"Are you ready, student?"

The barber picked up a pair of scissors and placed one hand on Geng Yao's head—his palm was rough and cold, pressing down on her head with undeniable force, as if adjusting the angle. "I'm going to start cutting your hair now."

"Ready, ready."

Geng Yao swallowed hard, staring intently at the hairdresser in the mirror.

"Really?" The hairdresser and Geng Yao in the mirror exchanged a glance, and the hairdresser repeated himself as if talking to himself, "You said you were ready."

"So——"

The barber in the mirror picked up a strand of Geng Yao's hair, and the silver scissors reflected a dazzling light under the overhead light, which stung Geng Yao's eyes.

Geng Yao subconsciously squinted, but then heard Tian Baiwei, who was sitting on the sofa against the wall behind her, suddenly exclaim, "Watch out!"

Geng Yao turned her head at the sound, only to find that the barber's arm was raised high, and the silver blade was not aimed at her hair at all, but at the side of her neck!

Geng Yao was startled, her blood rushing to her head with a "boom," and she instinctively tried to jump up and dodge. But she forgot one thing—the belt around her waist and the metal band around her ankles pulled her back to the cold chair back the moment she moved, the huge reaction force hitting the chair back with a dull thud.

There's no escaping it!

Damn it!

Geng Yao cursed inwardly.

No wonder they locked her up when she sat down; they were waiting for her here!

In a flash, Geng Yao slightly arched her back and bent forward to avoid the cold glint of light. The scissors grazed the edge of the apron and "snap" into the soft cushion behind the chair, the tip of the blade sinking three inches in, the end still trembling.

"Student..." The barber's tone became flat again, and his face returned to its expressionless state: "Please don't move around while I'm cutting your hair."

Without even flinching, he casually and deftly pulled the scissors from the back of the chair and began to lift Geng Yao's hair again, as if he hadn't been the one who had struck Geng Yao's neck earlier.

But now Geng Yao didn't dare let him cut her hair. Just as she was about to find an excuse to leave, she heard the hairdresser speak first, as if he knew what she was going to say: "This chair will only be loosened after the haircut is finished."

"If you behave yourself, I can finish cutting sooner."

Honest? How is she supposed to be honest? Sit still and wait to have her neck pierced?!

Geng Yao was so angry she almost laughed.

She looked at the scissors in the mirror that seemed to be aimed at her hair but were actually aimed at her neck, and twisted her waist and abdomen to one side with all her might.

The heavy barber chair base creaked and groaned, pulling her halfway down the chair. The distance wasn't far, but it was enough—

The tips of the scissors grazed the skin on the side of her neck, bringing with them a cool breeze.

More importantly, Tian Baiwei, who was sitting in the back, had also arrived.

Holding the thick, brick-like "Student Handbook," she precisely blocked the scissors that the barber was trying to use again after his first attack failed.

Tian Baiwei was prepared for her student handbook to be pierced, and was even glad that the handbook was thick enough to easily block the barber's attack.

Just as the scissors were about to touch the book cover, the barber suddenly twisted his wrist, and the blades deliberately avoided the book.

The sharp blade grazed the cover of the "Student Handbook," leaving a faint, almost invisible white mark, before continuing its relentless thrust toward its original target.

Tian Baiwei only paused for a second before continuing to use the book to block the barber's attack on Geng Yao.

Strangely, even though it was Tian Baiwei who was blocking his attacks, the barber only focused his attacks on Geng Yao, and each attack avoided the thick "Student Handbook".

Could the key be this book?

Tian Baiwei took a step back and shouted to the disheveled Geng Yao, "Geng Yao, catch!"

She tossed the student handbook she was holding towards Geng Yao—