Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

Chapter 201



How did it work?

Would it look good after being reconnected?

Jiang Xiaoman said to the hairdresser, "Auntie, I want to have the most beautiful hair connected. If possible, one that does not need to be combed. One that would amaze anyone who saw it.”

The hairdresser nodded, indicating that she understood.

Then, she connected colorful braids to her hair.

"Whoa--"

Sure enough, everyone who saw it was wowed. Jiang Xiaoman herself was also amazed.

She laid down in front of the mirror staring at herself here and there. She was not used to it at first, and didn\'t think that it looked good, but as she looked at it more, she felt that it looked good and cool. Very beautiful, very eye-catching!

Moreover, there really was no need to tie her hair!

Because, she couldn’t undo the braids in the first place!

Jiang Xing measured the length of her hair. It seemed similar to the length of her hair before it was cut. He was relieved and took the child home.

Jiang Xiaoman felt that this was a blessing in disguise.

She wanted to dye her hair before. She still remembered when she almost got beaten because of the English teacher’s blonde hair!

Although the braid was only a bit colorful at the tail end where the fake hair was, it still looked like a blooming peacock’s feather.

According to Jiang Xiaoman\'s aesthetics, she found it very beautiful! It was very novel and pretty!

She finally fulfilled her long-desired wish!

After returning home, Jiang Xiumei almost fainted when she saw her colorful head.

As a result, Jiang Xiaoman was beaten but not too much, but Jiang Xing got a full beating. Old people disliked putting such things on their bodies the most.

Jiang Xiumei tried to untie her hair, but she couldn\'t do it!

She could only give up.

Jiang Xiaoman was very stinky. She was very satisfied with this hair and stopped wearing her hat ever since. She also deliberately ran to find Yu Qingshi to let him see.

Yu Qingshi really said ‘wow’, and then asked her, "Are you planning to stay like this for the rest of your life and never take it off again?"

"No." Jiang Xiaoman said, "My uncle said that when my hair grows a bit longer, I can go to the barber shop to untie it."

After thinking about it, Jiang Xiaoman asked him, "Do you know how to make the hair grow faster?"

Yu Qingshi shook his head.

When boys’ hair grew too long, they would be forced to get a haircut.

Yu Qingshi hated it the most. He hated having to go to the barber shop, so how could he even think of ways to make his hair grow longer?

Jiang Xiaoman sighed, "It\'s okay then, I will think about it myself."

Jiang Xiaoman was always very confident about her IQ, and she knew how to infer and draw conclusions.

After thinking for several days, she finally got a flash of inspiration one morning when she got up early to study.

The text she was reading sounded like this:

《It’s Raining》

Pitter, patter.

The willow tree said, "Come down, come down, I want to grow bigger."

The little grass said, "Come down, come down, I want to turn greener."

The little frog said, "Come down, come down, I want to take a bath."

The little panda said, " Come down, come down, I want to eat bamboo."

The little child said, " Come down, come down, I want to grow taller."

Jiang Xiaoman\'s hair also said, "Come down, come down, I want to sprout and grow. Grow thick, grow long, grow dark and shiny, grow beautiful hair!”

So she secretly took the bottle of hair mousse that Jiang Xing had used up, filled it with water, and sprayed them on her head every morning.

There was no rain, and she also wouldn’t stand in the rain or she would catch a cold. So, she had to create rain herself artificially.

In a few days, Xiaoman’s school started again.

Sure enough, everyone who saw her hair couldn’t help but be amazed.

On the way to the classroom, countless other children had already said ‘wow’.

Jiang Xiaoman was very happy, and her steps were very merry.

During class, a child came over and wanted to touch her braids. Jiang Xiaoman also generously allowed them to touch it.

The child asked her, "Xiaoman, is it a real braid?"

"No, it’s an extension."

"How can I extend my hair?"

"This is a real braid, right?"

"I think it\'s a real braid too."

Another child said, "I also think it is real. When I was on vacation, I listened to my mother’s stories and she said that there was a man who had colorful hair and colorful tears. Xiaoman must be like that too!”

"Wow! Xiaoman is so amazing!"

"Xiaoman, can you shed colorful tears?"

"..." Jiang Xiaoman covered her face and didn\'t know how to explain it.

The children continued their thoughts and were still discussing Xiaoman’s hair.

"But last semester, it wasn’t like this."

"That\'s because her hair has grown. Do you remember the story of the little tadpole looking for its mother? It’s just like the little tadpole, it has different colors at each stage. Perhaps there will be other changes later.”

"Then why don’t we observe them?"

"Didn’t the teacher assign us homework to observe an object’s changes in a diary?"

"Then let\'s observe Xiaoman\'s hair."

"Good, good, who wants to be in the same group as me?"

So the children set the topic as "The Change Cycle of Jiang Xiaoman\'s Hair".

It sounded very rigorous and scientific.

Jiang Xiaoman was shocked.

All the children were really smart.

It’s just that they were being too smart and made her feel a little bit at a loss.

But when they observe that there was no change in her hair, they would stop, right? That’s what Jiang Xiaoman thought.

But soon, she didn’t have to worry about this anymore.

Because, there were other children who were better than her at stealing the spotlight and making people amazed.

On the second day of school, someone was wearing a Spiderman suit to school!

On the third day, someone else was wearing a Pigsy mask!

Eventually, the school had to establish a regulation that children may not wear weird clothes to school and talk to the children about the rules.


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