"My actions and thoughts sometimes don't listen to me. Then I have strange dreams that repeat over and over again."
Xie Cheng frowned and shivered slightly, remembering the disgusting demons in his recurring dreams these past few days. Surely it couldn't be a coincidence? Oh my god, this is so spiritual. Could it be that the kid is stressed? Or has he watched too many horror movies and become obsessed.
That was Xie Cheng's guess because he often gets stressed and has crazy dreams and delusions like some crazy person.
The higher the sun rose, the more people passed by outside, the sounds of people talking and the sounds of vehicles mixed together to create a bustling atmosphere. How could any demons dare to act so recklessly?
The leaf outside the glass door fell, Xie Cheng's eyes attentively followed the direction of the falling leaf, he spoke in a gentle tone, the way he addressed it changed: "Are you stressed, Ying?".
Xie Ying was surprised: "No... I always feel normal, I have never felt bored or depressed? Why are you suddenly asking that?".
According to Xie Cheng's experience when talking to people with psychological syndrome, he should treat them gently, help them feel secure like a safe place to lean on. Give them more confidence in themselves.
Xie Cheng touched his head: "If you have something sad, just tell me everything, I will listen to you".
Xie Ying pushed his hand away, sighed tiredly, stood up and turned away: "Talking to you is really annoying".
Going out of the elevator alone, leaving Xie Cheng with a bewildered expression, he tilted his head in confusion. Then he returned to his original state, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled forcefully. Leaned back on the chair, resting his forehead on his hand.
When he talked seriously with someone, that person was always uncomfortable and annoyed. If he didn't leave, he would slap him. The reason is because no one understands what he says, they think he doesn't respect them, doesn't listen to them. Meanwhile, he listens attentively and passionately to their problems, tries to comfort them. But the result is still getting punched in the mouth.
That's why Xie Cheng is only suitable for telling imaginary stories beyond human imagination.
Outsiders all say he's crazy!
Crazy!
"Ah!" The scissors cut Xie Cheng's hand, and drops of blood dripped onto the floor. The pain only brought him back to his senses. Luckily, he was cutting hair on a mannequin's head, so he quickly washed his hands. The water on the wound was very painful, and Xie Cheng pursed his lips to wash away the blood.
"Give me your hand."
The chestnut-brown-haired teenager quickly walked over and held his hand, used a towel to dry the wound, then took out a piece of adhesive tape from his pocket. He carefully applied it to Xie Cheng.
"Are you okay? I've seen you lose focus all morning, did something happen to you?"
Xie Cheng smiled slightly and rubbed his injured finger: "I'm fine, thank you Xia Han. Let's continue studying. We finished cutting the left side just now, right? Now let's cut the right side."
Xie Han rolled up Xie Cheng's shirt sleeve, acting a little coquettish: "You, don't get hurt again, it'll leave an ugly scar on your beautiful and talented hand."
This little mushroom boy really knows how to flatter. Xie Cheng's nostrils flared as soon as he heard the following sentence, and his mood returned to normal.
He patted Xia Han's head: "That's you, haha. Let's continue studying."
In addition to his job as a hair stylist, Xie Cheng was also one of the three outstanding vocational instructors at the academy. He was teaching a hair styling class, and there were fifty students, both young and old.
The little Xia Han he taught was the same age as his younger brother Xie Ying. But the little dwarf Xia Han looked cuter, only slightly taller than Xie's shoulder.
The place he worked was the largest and most famous hair salon in the South, and students from the West and the North all flocked to the South to learn a trade. Because everyone who studied a trade here and graduated became famous and talented people.
Instead of graduating, Xie Cheng stayed on as an assistant teacher assigned by the Old Master and was the youngest instructor here. The students he taught all liked him very much. He is very dedicated, his storytelling style is very attractive.
Very talented!
His students all say so. Hearing so much praise makes him a bit complacent, but he is determined to lower his ego to live a peaceful life.
There are three head lecturers, assistant lecturers, lecturers specializing in cutting and styling, lecturers specializing in chemical cutting. And six other lecturers.
Xie Cheng is a lecturer specializing in cutting and styling.
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Afternoon, almost five o'clock. Xie Cheng sat in the lecturer's room resting, he looked at his students' hairstyles on his laptop and prepared to grade them. Two people walked in, Xie Cheng saw them and bowed to them.
"Good afternoon, Teacher Lu, Teacher He".
The two of them did not respond, they walked past him to their place. One was a lecturer specializing in mechanics, the other was a chemistry lecturer. Both of them exuded an air of disdain for Xie Cheng.
He was used to it anyway, still keeping a cheerful expression while working.
If you are loved, you will also be hated.
That is the principle of life, you cannot avoid this obvious thing. No matter how hard you try to do well, how considerate you are, you will still create a feeling of disgust for many people.
Teacher Lu and Teacher He were Xie Cheng's lecturers, he was very slow at first, he had to repeat the lecture many times before he understood. At that time, the teacher-student relationship was still very good, but suddenly in the past two years, Xie Cheng became rich and talented. From a slow idiot, he suddenly became a genius, taking the position of hair styling assistant that the Old Master left vacant.
Now, they were no longer superiors or subordinates, but colleagues. Teacher Lu and Teacher He were extremely dissatisfied. They were also young talents that the Old Master had trained, and were also at the top of the academy. But suddenly, a stupid, extremely mentally handicapped kid appeared, destroying their background in the academy.
Up until now, the specialized hair styling section had always been taught by the Old Master himself, and no one could replace him in this position. The Old Master had tried teaching many stylists, but none of them had taught to his liking. Until a few years later, when he tried Xie Cheng, he was stunned by this stylist who was considered an idiot.
No one had ever learned from him and copied all of his skills. Finally, he found a successor, and the light in his eyes had Xie Cheng's image.
Every movement, posture, and technique was exactly like the Old Master. Like a mold, the Old Master was very satisfied with the student he had trained. From then on, he was full of energy every day, and even late at night he still had the strength to prepare lesson plans for his predecessor.
Old age and youth!
The Old Master said so.
Those who had previously looked down on Xie Cheng for being incompetent and useless were dissatisfied, thinking that this idiot must have used despicable means to deceive the Old Master, because Xie Cheng's family background was not to be trifled with.
In their eyes, Xie Cheng was a spoiled brat who had always relied on his family background to climb to this position. His father worked for the government, his mother was in the real estate business. He also had the security mafia behind him, making his family background even more powerful.
It is true that ordinary people only know how to fight, be jealous and jealous. What Xie Cheng has achieved and obtained is the price of hard work, enduring loneliness and effort.
Rats often live in groups, they only gather to live in dirty, filthy places. They only eat and sleep, are good at causing trouble, but they do not bring any benefits to humans except for being stir-fried field rats with lemongrass and chili on the drinking table.
That is why it is said that rats are just rats, Xie Cheng does not care about what rats do to tire themselves. Just live peacefully. Ignore the "squeaking" sounds, I do not understand anything.
While concentrating on evaluating the results of his students, he suddenly heard Lu Xian shout: "What the hell is this?!".
He picked up the rubber band in the lunch box and scolded: "Xie Cheng! Where the hell did you buy the rice that there is a rubber band in the rice?".
After saying that, he slammed the lunch box down, the food in the box fell all over the table. The guy threw his chopsticks at Xie Cheng, the chopsticks flew straight at his head.
Xie Cheng stood up, bowed his head awkwardly, and repeatedly apologized to him. Lu Xian did not accept his apology, so he stood up, walked over, grabbed his collar, and fiercely shouted: "You brat! Do you think you can stop by apologizing? Buy me another box right now!".