With the gossipy Loud Mouth and Little Smart, the news of me and Niu ShiLi betting using Fu Yan Jie quickly reached the class leader's ears.
"Ye Lin, I heard the loser has to drink an entire bottle of Fu Yan Jie if you and Niu ShiLi compete."
The class leader asked me with an incredulous expression during the afternoon break.
"Hmph, it's not a competition between me and Niu ShiLi." I corrected, "It's a competition between me and the other team members!"
Actually, I barely faked my laughter. The harder Niu ShiLi and the others trained, the harder it was for me to laugh.
"One person against four people?" The class leader blinked her bright black eyes, "Are you that confident? What if you lose? "
"Wahahaha, how could I lose?"
In class 2-3, was I the one who pretended to be a hero with an unnatural expression and spoke incoherently?
"Mortals can't beat geniuses no matter how hard they try! Moreover, the word 'genius' couldn't even describe my level of OP! I … I'm a god! Those mortals will meet a wall of despair when they attempt to surpass gods. In the end, they will realize their own stupidity and weakness, and they will weep as they accept the wrath of the heavens! "
My domineering words burst forth from my chest in a cadence that could make a beast's expression change. Mischievous Rock nodded. The class leader's face paled in fear and her body trembled. She quickly kneeled down and kowtowed in apology: "Lord Ye Lin, it was audacious of me to question your abilities as a mortal, please forgive me!"
I'm sure you guys have already guessed that the above part was completely out of my imagination. In reality, the class leader only narrowed her eyes at me and said with disdain:
"Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Eh? What's with your attitude? Even if you don't kneel down and beg for forgiveness, you should at least say a few words of encouragement! I'm going to cross the raging river of Fu Yan Jie for class 2-3's honor!
Niu ShiLi angrily brought the other team members to the field to practice after he heard me call myself a God and the other team members were just ordinary people. As they walked along the corridor, they discussed how they would make me suffer.
"Ye Lin, you … you have a strand of white hair …"
I don't know why the class leader changed the topic. Looking at her expression, it seems like she suddenly felt unwell.
So what if he had a strand of white hair? My hair was oily to begin with, and I had a lot of dandruff. I didn't take care of my hair, so it wasn't strange for a strand of hair to turn white from malnutrition. Even if it turned white because I had too many things to handle recently, so what? A true warrior like me will not bow down even if Mount Tai is pressing down on me. Even if I go to the guillotine, I will still tell a joke to the executioner. Even if all the mortals in the world unite to deal with me, a god, don't even think of making me frown!
The class leader didn't seem to care how my hair turned white. She only felt that my white hair stood out among my black hair and made her feel uncomfortable.
"Pull out this white hair."
The class leader said in a negotiating tone.
"Eh? If I pull it out just because you say so, how embarrassing would it be if other people found out! "
"It's just a strand of hair, so what if you pull it out!"
The class leader's tone became hurried and her pretty face turned slightly red.
At first I didn't understand why the class leader was so obsessed with a strand of hair, but to be honest, I quite liked seeing her anxious, so I chatted with her:
"Don't you know the story of Xiahou Dun in 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'? The body, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents, we can't abandon them! Even if it's just a strand of hair, you can't just pull it out! "
"You're quibbling!" The class leader shouted, "It's not like you're from ancient times, don't you usually cut your hair? Do you eat all the hair you cut after you get a haircut? "
The class leader was still staring at the strand of white hair on my forehead as she spoke, as if it was a thorn that pierced into her flesh.
I suddenly came to a realization.
It's the class leader's OCD acting up!
She demands fairness in all aspects and puts everything in its rightful place. From the perspective of 'Dungeons and Dragons', it's the 'lawful good camp'. From a medical perspective, it's OCD!
I remember the class leader ties her shoelaces differently when she walks and when she rides a bicycle! Shu Zhe also told me that the class leader, who never wastes money, once saw a row of jigsaw puzzles in a store. Because the unopened jigsaw puzzles were all messed up, it made the class leader restless. She had no choice but to empty her purse and buy all the jigsaw puzzles and put them together overnight! The completed jigsaw puzzles are still stored in a safe place at home and she doesn't let anyone touch them because she would have to start from scratch if they were messed up!
One of the main manifestations of OCD is to demand everything around you to be complete, balanced, and symmetrical. It must be because my strand of white hair broke the balance, so the class leader felt uncomfortable when she saw it!
It would be fine if I had two strands of white hair, right? If I had two symmetrical strands of white hair, even if I looked like a cricket with white whiskers, the class leader would be satisfied! What kind of twisted sense of beauty is this!
Also, why should I accommodate your sense of beauty? Even if it's' a woman makes up for the person who pleases her ', you should be the one wearing a miniskirt to show me your absolute domain, what does it have to do with a man like me!
Thus I raised my left hand to look at my watch to remind her that other than my white hair, I also have a lot of asymmetries. For example, I don't wear a watch on my right hand.
"Hmph, anyway, this strand of hair is growing on top of my head. It's up to me whether I pluck it or not, you have no right to ask!"
"Why … are you so petty!"
"Hey, class leader, are you trying to control me? It's my hair, not yours. If it's your hair, you can pluck it however you want! "
The class leader glared at me, "You don't even pluck a single hair, and you still call yourself a god!"
Eh? What does being stingy have to do with being a god! I've never heard of Jesus plucking hair for the twelve disciples, right? Did Judas betray Jesus because he didn't get Jesus' hair! According to what you're saying, Sun Wukong became the Victorious Fighting Buddha because he plucked a lot of hair on the way?
"I'm not plucking, haven't you heard of the idiom 'unable to extricate oneself'?"
"Unable to extricate oneself isn't an idiom." After correcting me, the class leader said with sparkling eyes: "If you don't want to pluck it yourself, I can help you …"
Right at this time, Xiao Qin and Loud Mouth returned from outside the classroom. The class leader had just reached out her hand when she realized there were people watching behind her, but before she could even touch my head, she sheepishly retracted her hand.
Later, I heard Xiong YaoYue loudly complain to someone: The class leader's performance in volleyball practice that day was terrible. She made a lot of mistakes that shouldn't have happened, and I don't know what she was thinking about.
A nosy girl immediately made a wild guess: "She's probably in love! She's probably distracted because she doesn't know how to confess to her sweetheart! "
This topic piqued the interest of the group of girls. Three to five girls gathered together and discussed in whispers. On the other hand, Xiong YaoYue stood impatiently on the side and tossed the volleyball in her hand into the air.
"Hey, if you guys figure out who the class leader's sweetheart is, let me know! I can send her a love letter, and if the other party doesn't agree, I can beat him up until he agrees. Anyway, hurry up and return to your normal state! "
After that, there was a rare music class that wasn't occupied. When everyone ran to the music classroom while chattering, I fell asleep on my desk because I was tone-deaf. I was wondering if I should sit up to manage the online store or go to the field to practice basketball.
I looked like I was asleep, but I was actually awake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl with long black hair sneaking up on me. It was as if she was an assassin in an online game preparing to stab me in the back.
Damn, isn't this the class leader! Your image is a bit different from that of a righteous policewoman! Music class has already started, but you didn't lead everyone to sing. Instead, you ran back to the classroom like a thief. What exactly do you want to do to me?
I continued to pretend to be asleep out of curiosity. After the class leader approached me step by step, she carefully looked around to make sure there was no one around. Finally, she reached out her hand and wanted to pull out a strand of white hair on my forehead without anyone noticing.
As expected, it was because of my white hair!
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