"Alright, teacher, we'll do our best."
Listening to the teacher's words, all four nodded with smiles.
"Good, you can all go back now. But don't forget that next week is the preliminary round, don't slack off!"
Although he was very satisfied with their performance today, he still had to say a few words. He didn't want to lose sight of these promising students after the preliminaries.
If they could win first place again this time, his current cohort would achieve a second consecutive championship, and the pinnacle of his teaching career might be within reach.
As Yan Baitao spoke, he envisioned a beautiful future, unaware that in the years to come, he would one day become indifferent to honors. It's just that when one sees too much of even the rarest things, they become numb.
"Okay, Teacher Yan, don't worry!"
"We promise to study diligently!"
"Hahaha~ We wouldn't stop at the preliminaries, no matter what."
"......"
Yan Baitao, who had been nodding in satisfaction with the first few sentences, suddenly heard Qiu Xi's remark and looked at the student speechlessly, wondering if he had become much more amiable lately.
He touched his thinning hair and decided to redouble his efforts and continue to work hard.
If Qiu Xi knew Old Yan's thoughts, she would probably feel a pang of worry for her classmates again.
Even though she called him Old Yan, the nickname "King of Hell" still circulated among the students. This was because Old Yan's classes were too unique. He presented himself as someone who loved gossip, which seemed approachable, but his requirements were too high.
After listening, he would force students to engage in a two-person free talk, making it impossible to cope without thorough preparation.
Therefore, the students in the class had a complex relationship with Old Yan. He was a teacher who loved to chat and was humorous, but when it came to academics, he truly entered "King of Hell" mode. Over time, Old Yan earned the moniker: "King of Hell."
"Alright, alright, go back quickly."
"Then we'll be going, teacher. Goodbye."
Dormitory 310, Building 17.
"Xiao Xi, are you ready?" Uncharacteristically, Song Daiyao was the one rushing.
She had been planning this hair appointment for a long time. Moreover, it had almost fallen through midway, and now that everything was in motion, there couldn't be any more changes.
"Okay, coming right up."
Honestly, being called three or four times while using the restroom made her lose the mood.
If someone didn't know, they'd think something incredibly urgent was happening!
Having such a roommate, Qiu Xi truly felt troubled. If there weren't a door, she suspected Song Daiyao would squat down and face her directly.
The more she thought about it, the more unsettling it felt. Qiu Xi quickly shook her head, pushing away the unsavory thought.
......
"Let's go." Qiu Xi picked up her small crossbody bag and called out to Song Daiyao, ready to leave.
"Coming! Let's go, let's go!"
Finally able to go out, Song Daiyao eagerly followed Qiu Xi. She wished she could be at the hair salon the very next second.
......
Hair Salon -
Three to four hours passed. After getting their hair done, both of them had slept.
Initially, they chatted with the staff at the salon, but eventually, there was nothing left to talk about, and their eyes began to droop.
"Miss, your hair is ready. Are you satisfied?" The young stylist blew dry their hair.
"It looks great!"
Song Daiyao gazed at her highlights in the mirror, looking at them repeatedly, very pleased.
"Xiao Xi, how is it, does it look good?"
"It looks good, it suits your personality perfectly."
Song Daiyao was already very fair-skinned, and these highlights accentuated that. Even the color suited her very well; overall, it was excellent.
"Hehe~ Xiao Xi, yours looks great too."
Qiu Xi herself didn't have a strong preference for dyeing her hair, so she just got a perm, trying a new style.
Looking at it now, it actually turned out quite well.