Class 4 of Senior Grade 3.
At this hour, most of the students were already in their seats. Qin Yi walked quietly into the classroom, just like always, heading toward his seat without drawing attention. But before he could sit down, a voice suddenly rang out beside him.
“Hey, bro, which class are you in…” The voice stopped abruptly. “Wait… you’re… Qin Yi?!”
The tone was full of disbelief, as though the speaker had just witnessed something utterly unimaginable.
Qin Yi turned his head and immediately spotted the source—Class Monitor Tong Gaopeng. At the moment, Tong Gaopeng was staring at him wide-eyed, scanning him from head to toe.
“What is it?” Qin Yi noticed the look in his eyes and felt a bit confused. Why was he so surprised? Could that woman Qin Huizhu have stuck something on him without his noticing?
He instinctively looked down at himself, checked his clothes, and even touched his face. Nothing seemed unusual.
But while he was doing that, several nearby students began to notice the commotion due to Tong Gaopeng’s outburst. Being the class monitor, with a handsome face, tall stature, and decent personality, Tong Gaopeng had always been a focal point in the class. His sudden display of shock naturally piqued everyone’s curiosity—especially the girls.
“Oh my god… is that Qin Yi?!”
“He was always this handsome?”
“I’m not sure… maybe it’s the haircut?”
“Just look at how important a hairstyle is for a guy’s looks!”
“No no, it’s not just the hairstyle. Qin Yi used to always keep his head down, and I don’t remember him ever making eye contact with anyone. I couldn’t even recall what he looked like before!”
“He looks so much more confident and sunny now. I remember he used to avoid people, like he was afraid of being bullied. Honestly, he gave off this weird vibe that made me hesitant to approach him.”
“But now he looks like an idol! Do you think he was discovered by a talent scout or something? Maybe they dragged him off and gave him a makeover overnight.”
“Hm… that’s possible.”
“Jiaqi, why are you secretly taking pictures?” New chapters come out on g.com first.
“You said he might get scouted, right? I’m just collecting first-hand material. If he becomes famous one day, I’ll have proof I went to school with him!”
“Good idea! I’m taking some too!”
The girls whispered amongst themselves, their eyes glued to Qin Yi’s face ever since noticing how different he looked today. Someone even pulled out their phone and forgot to turn off the flash, momentarily blinding Qin Yi. Startled, the girl quickly shrank down in embarrassment.
Qin Yi didn’t understand why the girls in class were suddenly paying so much attention to him. They’d never done that before. But he didn’t dwell on it. He quietly made his way to his seat and sat down. In his eyes, studying was still the most important thing.
“Hey! Qin Yi!” At that moment, Tong Gaopeng came over eagerly.
“What is it?” Qin Yi asked.
“Where’d you get that haircut? The stylist did an amazing job! I’ve tried so many salons in the city, signed up for who knows how many membership cards, and none of them could give me this kind of effect!”
Tong Gaopeng was stunned by Qin Yi’s transformation, but more than that, he was envious—especially of the haircut. Even though the college entrance exam was less than two months away and studies were intense, as an eighteen-year-old guy, he couldn’t help but care about his appearance a little. He didn’t see it as a bad thing. After all, it’s said that balancing work and rest helps performance. For him, spending some attention on these things helped relieve stress and improved his focus.
“My sister cut it for me,” Qin Yi replied, and Sister Mingyue’s face unconsciously appeared in his mind.
“No way! Seriously? Your sister’s that good?” Tong Gaopeng’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Yeah, really,” Qin Yi answered sincerely.
“Man… same type of sibling, such a big difference!” Tong Gaopeng sighed dramatically. “Qin Yi, you don’t know the horror—my sister once cut my hair, and guess what she did?”
“I have no idea.”
“Have you heard of the bowl-cut kid? She gave me the exact same haircut! I walked around looking like a melon for half a month. I wanted to pretend to be sick just to stay home!”
“That’s rough.”
Qin Yi had never seen “bowl-cut kid” and didn’t know what it looked like. He really just wanted to read, but with Tong Gaopeng being so friendly, he couldn’t just ignore him. He tried to respond as politely as possible. After all, they were classmates. Even if they might never speak again after graduation, there was no need to be hostile. Tong Gaopeng wasn’t one of the Qin family, after all. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
Come to think of it, this was the first time in three years of high school that Qin Yi had received this kind of attention in class. As a seventeen-year-old senior, he didn’t dislike it—in fact, he kind of liked it.
He also realized that this situation was all thanks to Sister Mingyue giving him that haircut. Qin Yi felt grateful. Maybe… he should prepare a thank-you gift for her sometime.
“Qin Yi, when you go home after school, can you ask your sister if she has time to cut my hair? I want the same style as yours. Price doesn’t matter,” Tong Gaopeng said, his eyes full of hope.
Qin Yi didn’t respond right away.
He was still thinking about how to thank Sister Mingyue—how could he turn around and ask her for a favor? Plus, she ran a media company and was probably busy all the time. She likely didn’t have time for things like this.
So Qin Yi’s first instinct was to reject Tong Gaopeng’s request.
Just as he was about to come up with an excuse, a voice suddenly cut in from the side.
“Class monitor, Qin Yi’s sister is usually really busy with work. She probably won’t be able to help you.”
The tone was a little lazy. Qin Yi and Tong Gaopeng turned to find the source—it was a buzz-cut guy named Chen Jinghui.
Qin Yi remembered him clearly. Chen Jinghui had been ranked first in the grade since freshman year. He was one of the standout students of First High School. Now in senior year, it was common to hear teachers privately speculate that if nothing unexpected happened, he’d probably be this year’s top scorer in the Yunyan City college entrance exam.
“Jinghui, you know Qin Yi’s sister?” Tong Gaopeng wasn’t fazed by the interruption. In fact, he looked curious.
In his mind, Qin Yi had always been invisible in the class. And while Chen Jinghui had excellent grades, he also had a bit of a loner vibe—rarely talking to anyone and often napping at his desk. It was rare to see him chat with anyone.
These two actually knew each other?
Or had they been childhood friends this whole time?
“Of course I know her,” Chen Jinghui said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t just know his sister—I know his little brother too.”