The final exam of the second year of high school was like a meteor in the night sky, passing in an instant, Liang Chen's mentality was so ordinary for the first time, as if he was facing an ordinary monthly exam, and even Zhou Sang no longer talked about the terrifying passage of the three chapters of death. They are going to be the third year of high school, and the previous exams are no longer counted, and even this final exam is just a dispensable reference in the eyes of Mr. Mu, the third year of high school will be a earth-shaking change, and the fuse before the storm was thrown into the dispensable garbage sorting bin by everyone.

After the final exam, Liang Chen and the others enjoyed a short one-week holiday, and this holiday was followed by a month-long summer vacation make-up class.

The ivy that used to grow behind the teaching building and on both sides of the school didn't know which big guy in the school had annoyed, and when Liang Chen returned to school, it had been uprooted, and the walls on both sides had been painted with beige paint, hey! The last rays of coolness of this hot summer are gone.

In July, the entire sophomore year of high school was in a catastrophe, and the weather forecast suddenly broke through the temperature from 30 degrees to 40 degrees. The flaming sun has been disgusting since seven or eight o'clock in the morning, the sun is scorching the large and small places of Shihe Middle School, the sand on the road seems to have shimmered and shining, and the scorching heat is crowded in the air, exerting the power of midsummer everywhere. From the classroom to the dormitory, the fan kept blowing hot air, which was uncomfortable, but Zeng Tong would still unscrew the switch on time at the beginning of the second class in the morning. At the end of class, there are always no more or no fewer students standing in the office of the summer resort, and the tyranny of the scorching heat has also given birth to a variety of ways to beat the heat.

In the shade of the back door of the seventh class of high school, two large foam boxes are leaning side by side against the wall, which is the benefit that Teacher Mu gave to Liang Chen, and the foam boxes are full of ice cubes. Every day at noon, Li Ju, Tang Qi, Liu Bingjian and He Qing, who were closest to Teacher Mu, were carried to the classroom, and occasionally on Saturdays and Sundays, Liang Chen and a few boys who lived in the school would also take over this important task. That summer, the seventh class of high school was popular with lemon ice cola or replacing coke with Sprite, which was limited to a few boys and a small number of girls, and even if the girls were very hot, gaining weight was even more terrifying in their subconscious. The girls in the seventh class of the second year of high school were shocked by the fashion of short hair with full ears.

Even though it was a make-up class, Mr. Mu only relaxed his clothes to the scope of wearing his own clothes at will, and the ultra-short pants and tank tops that were originally forbidden were still locked up in death row. The forty-degree high temperature was only the second class in the morning, Liang Chen was just sitting, and the small beads of sweat on his forehead were already densely crawling, he combed his sweat-soaked bangs, and Liang Chen made up his mind to learn from them to cut his hair.

In Liang Chen's memory, the girls in Class 7 did not have short hair in their first year of high school, and it seems that only Fan Lin twisted her ponytail in the summer of her sophomore year of high school and cut it into short hair. Tang Ying is the second, she used to like to tie her hair into a cupola braid, Liang Chen teased that she was the reincarnation of the third prince of Nezha, after she cut her hair, she was more like a student in the Republic of China, with the heroic posture of a revolutionary female soldier, when Teacher Mu looked at her in class, she said why she didn't cut it during the New Year's Day performance.

"Do you think I look good with short hair?" Xue Ji asked as she looked in the mirror.

Liang Chen is still memorizing politics, the philosophy of compulsory four is really tormenting, the universality of laws, objectivity, and a bunch of chaotic theories, Liang Chen is still in a daze, the confusion in his mind makes his ears like a stone blocked, Liang Chen really didn't hear Xue Jiao's words clearly.

"What did you say?"

"Did I say I look good with my hair short?"

"I don't know."

"You've been staring at my hair all day, and you're telling me I don't know." Xue Ji said with a frown, she was very unhappy that Liang Chen gave her an uncertain answer.

"From a philosophical point of view, it's a dialectical question, you cut your hair short and it's not pretty." Liang Chen teased with a smile.

"Humph! You're a and a. Xue Ji scolded, "I think you are stupid to study political science." ”

"I'm stupid, it's the ruthless college entrance examination that drove me stupid." Liang Chen handed the political textbook in his hand to Xue Ji and said, "You test me, and the exam will be taken tomorrow." ”

Xue Ji took Liang Chen's book, and although she complained a few words about Liang Chen's dementia, she still fulfilled her duties and shouldered the heavy responsibility of helping the poor as a tablemate. After entering the philosophy section from politics, Liang Chen completely became a political idiot, he is indeed a philosophical idiot, through the A incident he would never have imagined that he would get the answer to option B, but Liang Chen's magic is that his politics can still score eighty points after the answer fills a whole test paper, he attributes this to talent.

In politics class, whenever Teacher Gan asks questions, Liang Chen always pinched a few strands of Xue Jiao's hair in his hand, which was the code of the two of them, Xue Jiao seemed to be Aladdin's magic lamp, Liang Chen would pull Xue Jiao's hair when he didn't know at all, but Liang Chen wouldn't most of the time. As a result, Liang Chen became an idiot, and he always stared at Xue Jiao's hair inexplicably during class, and Xue Jiao's hair was permed, but now the only proof is that it is left in a curl at the end of his hair. During the make-up class, he placed bets on Xue Jiao's hair for Liang Chen and Xue Jiao's various quiz competitions, and when Xue Jiao lost, Liang Chen's five fingers were drawn along the top of her head to the ends of her hair, and the occasional jam between the hair made Xue Jiao feel pain. Liang Chen also pulled out her hair to tie it in knots when he was bored, and he even figured out the technique of braiding it himself. When Liang Chen sometimes touched a strand of Xue Ji's curly hair, he would always feel the same affection as Patrick Cleary stroked Meggie's hair.

The trend of short hair in the Republic of China style swept the entire third floor from Class 7, Liang Chen will always have a few more short-haired girls in his eyes every day, Zhou Sang is very high-spirited and commented on a few girls with short hair in the class, whose face shape is suitable for whose appearance is good with long hair, anyway, Jiang Zhiyun is beautiful. Liang Chen didn't care about this, what he cared about was the final exam of philosophy prepared by Mr. Gan, Liang Chen felt that he couldn't get through the danger no matter what, Zhou Sang said a lot of words next to him, and Liang Chen didn't listen to a word. Life is an endless trouble, and the headache of English has just been reduced, and he has fallen into the trap of politics again.

In the evening reading of English, Liang Chen secretly took a small political textbook and memorized the terms and conditions of the philosophical theorem, Xue Ji turned around, and the English book in his hand covered most of his face and only showed his eyes, his eyes sparkling, and he kept blinking.

"Xue Jiao, you are delusional and have bad intentions towards me." Liang Chen said solemnly, Xue Jiao's expression was clearly trying to blackmail him.

"Reading English late and memorizing politics can sentence you to be disrespectful, and you are still so lame." Xue Ji looked at Liang Chen with contempt and whispered, "Tell you a piece of news." ”

"What news."

"Hongu is going to cut his hair this week."

"I thought the political exam was cancelled!" Liang Chen said with some disappointment.

"Don't you want to see my beautiful face after cutting my hair short?" Xue Ji showed the stinky and beautiful expression of the little girl, and sometimes pretending to be cute was quite cute for her.

"Do you know Schrödinger's cat?" A sinister smile appeared on Liang Chen's face, which made people a little disgusted.

"Our Xue family's cat?" Xue Ji asked.

"Schrödinger's cat is a theorem of quantum physics, before something has no result, good and bad exist at the same time, so after you cut your hair short, more beautiful and uglier also exist at the same time, only after you cut your hair, maybe the uglier will collapse to be more beautiful or the more beautiful will collapse to be uglier, understand?" Liang Chen explained with a smile.

"Sure enough." Xue Ji listened to Liang Chen's words and nodded and said.

"Sure enough." Liang Chen asked.

"Zeng Tong is right, your nonsense kung fu Shihe is unbeatable." After speaking, Xue Ji turned around to check the English dictation of Lao Maozi and the others, Liang Chen spread his hands, flattened his mouth, shook his head helplessly, and continued to deal with his politics.

In Friday's political exam, Liang Chen seemed to be possessed by Socrates, and those things that A proved B were much clearer in his mind, Du Fu boasted that his famous saying "Read more than 10,000 volumes, write like a god" still seems to make sense, Liang Chen began to believe that the result began to collapse in a better direction.

On Saturday afternoon, Xue Ji really went to cut her hair, and Zhou Yin and Liang Chen also went as escorts. The comfort of the barbershop's air conditioner catalyzed the sleep factor in Liang Chen's body like a lullaby, and he fell asleep after lying on the chair for a while.

Liang Chen's head touched the counter, he woke up, Liang Chen closed his eyes slightly, yawned and his brain slowly sobered up, he looked at Xue Jiao's shortened hair and laughed subconsciously, it was really funny, Xue Jiao's head matched the hair in the middle, and the hair covering the tip of her chin made her whole head look like a gourd. Xue Jiao looked at her face in the mirror, pouted, extremely annoyed, Xue Jiao ran out of the store in a fit of anger, and didn't even give the money. It's more beautiful and collapses to uglier.

"I told her before cutting it short, it may not look good, but she has to cut it, I also have a small business, you two see who gives the money." The barber's master explained on the side that his words were nothing more than wanting Liang Chen and Zhou Yin, two people who didn't want to pay the bill, to give money.

After Liang Chen paid the money, he chased after Zhou Yin, and Xue Ji ran to Wallace's fast food restaurant next door, she said that now she just wanted to hear the waiter call herself a beauty, even if it was very hypocritical. The more Xue Ji looked at herself in the mirror, the uglier she became, when she used to retaliate against Liang Chen, she always said that she was a third more beautiful in the mirror than in reality, and when she saw Liang Chen, this wise saying suddenly popped up in her mind, disfigurement was Xue Ji's evaluation of herself after this impulse.

Xue Ji kept his head down when he returned to school, and he didn't greet his acquaintances on the road, he just walked straight forward, Liang Chen only said a word of relief when Wallace opened his mouth and glared back at Xue Ji's angry eyes, all the words became backwords, and even Zhou Yin didn't dare to speak.

Zhou Sang was the first to bump into Xue Jiao's muzzle in the classroom, he drank milk tea and smiled: "Xue Jiao, why do you look like a gourd." ”

Xue Ji didn't even talk much nonsense, he chased Zhou Sang for seven or eight minutes, he said all the words he begged for mercy, Xue Ji didn't stop, Liang Chen and Zhou Yin looked at the beaten Zhou Sang sympathetically, the two of them really couldn't do anything.

Xue Ji lay on the desk and was depressed for a night, Liang Chen's pulse did not calm her mood, she was still repairing herself, at the end of the evening self-study, Liang Chen took advantage of the time when Teacher Liu turned around, and threw the note on the textbook that Xue Ji unfolded.

Liang Chen wrote on the note - I still like your hair so much.