Ye Zhou thought for a moment and said honestly, “I’ve decided to take back what I just said. I shouldn’t just use the word pretty to describe you; I should use cute instead.”
“Hehe, cute? Please consider your wording carefully before you answer,” Jiang Yingxue said with a dangerous smile in her beautiful eyes.
Ye Zhou cleared his throat and answered seriously, “Did you know? There are two types of women in the world who are the cutest. One is the beautiful type, and the other is the intelligent type. And you, Jiang Yingxue, are a smart, beautiful woman.”
Jiang Yingxue was stunned for a moment. “I didn’t see that coming. Have you improved? Normally, you would probably just bumble through some superficial words about me being pretty, wouldn’t you?”
Ye Zhou smiled faintly. “Even a pig wouldn’t stay in the same place forever, let alone a human.”
“Look at you, you little glib-talker—” Jiang Yingxue chuckled. “Then do you know what your image is in the eyes of a woman?”
“What is it?” Ye Zhou asked, rubbing his chin.
“Listen closely now.”
Jiang Yingxue arched her brows. “Actually, women won’t fall for a man who isn’t good-looking. It’s not an absolute rule, but in the eyes of most women, a man’s handsome appearance is the best first impression and provides the best emotional value.”
Ye Zhou shrugged. “Uh, so can I take that as you praising me?”
Jiang Yingxue tilted her head, her tone ambiguous. “Mmhmm—you can certainly think of it that way.”
***
A full-length mirror had been newly placed directly opposite the desk.
Beside it was a three-tier drawer cabinet. Looking through the gaps, one could see a full set of haircutting tools—scissors, clippers, combs, hair dryers, and the like. Everything was there.
Ye Zhou sat on the adjustable black stool.
Jiang Yingxue took a white cape from a drawer, gave it a shake, and draped it over him, securely fastening it around his neck.
Since Ye Zhou was 1.8 meters tall, Jiang Yingxue had to adjust the stool to its lowest setting to work comfortably.
During this, Ye Zhou asked, “Club Leader Jiang, am I really getting my hair cut right here in your office?”
“Yeah, where else? Did you want to do it in Shen Yuzhen’s office? As long as you can handle her fury the next day and tell her it wasn’t my idea, go ahead.”
Jiang Yingxue bent over to rummage through the drawer for the right scissors and comb. “Anyway, since you’re getting it cut here, won’t you just sweep it up afterward? You haven’t cleaned my office yet today anyway. It’s a two-for-one deal, don’t you think?”
Ye Zhou’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch. “Hehe, I suppose you’re right.”
“Um, Club Leader Jiang, I also wanted to ask… do you actually know how to cut hair?”
Jiang Yingxue paused. “What? You don’t trust me?”
Ye Zhou laughed it off. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I feel like you’re good at everything. You’re so versatile that it almost feels unrealistic.”
Jiang Yingxue rolled her eyes. “I’ve only shown you the tip of the iceberg and you already think it’s unrealistic? If I showed you a little more, wouldn’t you fly up to stand beside the sun?”
“Besides, think about it. As the President, how could I not have some skills to command respect?”
“I couldn’t even find fault with your words if I tried. Tell me, are you refusing to submit to me?”
With that, Jiang Yingxue brandished the sharp, silver scissors in her hand.
Ye Zhou was suddenly too terrified to move. “If I didn’t submit to you, how could I have said that? I think you’re just one step away from being omnipotent.”
Jiang Yingxue smiled and added, “Now that’s what I like to hear—”
“And let me tell you a secret the other members don’t know. It’s about the Vice President.”
Ye Zhou’s ears perked up instantly. “Please, do tell!”
“She used to be just like you, completely doubting my haircutting skills. But ever since I cut her hair once, she hasn’t stepped foot in a barber shop.”
“Later on, every time her hair grew out, she’d come to me. When I didn’t want to do it, she would even cry and beg me. Hehe.”
Ye Zhou was taken aback. “Is it really that exaggerated? I don’t think the Vice President is that kind of person.”
“It really is that exaggerated. Don’t be fooled by her exterior; the harder the shell, the softer the heart.”
Jiang Yingxue continued, “Of course, if you don’t believe me, next time her hair is long and she comes to find me, you can hide and watch her expression.”
“And let me tell you, once I’m done with this haircut, you’ll be the one begging me to do it in the future.”
Ye Zhou looked at her in disbelief. “Huh? I’ll have to beg you too?”
“Well, obviously.”
Jiang Yingxue gave a cold smile. “Anyway, if you don’t beg me to cut it for you in the future, believe it or not, from today on, you’ll have to go out with a butchered haircut for quite some time.”
At that moment, Ye Zhou was genuinely scared.
After all, Jiang Yingxue held the “truth” in her hands, and she was always a woman of her word.
More importantly, Ye Zhou didn’t want to go out every day with a botched haircut even if it killed him!
“I beg Club Leader Jiang to show mercy and let this lowly one off the hook!”
“I don’t want to be nagged by the aunties and grandmas downstairs. ‘Oh dear, why did such a handsome young man suddenly become so ugly?'”
Jiang Yingxue picked up a few small hair clips, pinning one or two to her own collar while using the rest to section off Ye Zhou’s hair. “Stop being so glib.”
“From now on, don’t move around, unless you want the scissors to lose their way and blame me for it.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a crisp, rhythmic *snip, snip* sounded near Ye Zhou’s ears.
Ye Zhou became obedient and stopped talking altogether.
After a while, Jiang Yingxue’s soft voice drifted over again.
“Hmm, let me think—”
“After I finish with you today, I should give Su Zhihan a trim in a few days. The timing is about right. I’ll give her a new look before she goes on stage.”
“Speaking of which, our Professor Li always teases me about this. He says that as the President, I’m just not like the Vice President. I don’t focus on the things I should, and instead, I insist on being meticulous about unnecessary things.”
“Why bother styling before going on stage? Wouldn’t it be easier and more convenient to just wear a wig? Why make it so complicated? Honestly.”
“But I think the real thing is better than the fake. It has more texture.”
“How does the saying go? Real things can’t be fake, and fake things can never be real. Don’t you agree?”
Ye Zhou gave a very strained hum of agreement.
He really couldn’t figure it out. Even though this was just an ordinary haircut, he felt completely flustered.
Unsurprisingly, the problem lay with Jiang Yingxue.
The perfume she was wearing today smelled similar to her usual one, but it had an added scent that was incredibly captivating—the kind that made one feel particularly excited the moment they caught a whiff!
This was exactly what felt wrong to Ye Zhou. After a long day of classes, he should have been too tired to care, so why on earth was he so worked up?
He thought about it for a long time but couldn’t reach a conclusion.
He whispered, “Club Leader Jiang, what perfume are you wearing today? I feel like it smells even better than the ones you used before. It’s more… attractive.”
Jiang Yingxue’s eyes curved into shallow crescents.
“Then I was right. It means you’ve discovered another way I’m different from before.”
“You might not know the specific name of this perfume, but it has a name that’s impossible to forget once you hear it.”
“It’s called… Man-Killer Perfume—”