Zong Yuan's plan was simple. Become handsome, become confident, break away from Zhang Zhi’liang, enter university, and move on from high school. Fu Xin looked at himself in the mirror with eyes of unfamiliarity. His eyebrows were neat and his eyes were clear; looking fresh and good was a standard that belonged to high school students. Zong Yuan nodded his head in satisfaction and touched Fu Xin's neck. He picked up a few strands of hair from his neck that were not brushed away during the clean-up. Fu Xin unintentionally retracted away, "Zong Yuan," he slightly frowned, "I'm not used to it." Without any mercy, Zongyuan whacked him on the back of the head. Even the barber was pained by the amount of money that was spent on his hair. "Not used to what sh*t, not used to being handsome?" It took until noon for his head of fur to finish being dealt with. Zong Yuan took Fu Xin out for a meal and 0046 suddenly exclaimed, "Zong Yuan! His dad is ne...
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