The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 155 Madam, Your Hairstyle is Dangerous

Chapter 155 Madam, Your Hairstyle is Dangerous
Recess.

Wang Shishi stood up and turned to look at Chu Jiuli: "Jiuli, shall we go to the hot water room to get some water?"

Zhang Muchen looked down at his phone screen. Upon hearing Wang Shishi's words, he didn't even look up and casually pulled his water glass from the desk drawer, handing it to her.

"Please get me a drink too."

"Dude, how about I trade you some snacks?" Wang Shishi said with a smile as she took the water cup.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you when I get back,” Zhang Muchen replied casually.

Wang Shishi tilted her head, staring curiously at Zhang Muchen who didn't even look up.

What's he looking at, buddy?

Wang Shishi quietly pulled Chu Jiuli towards the classroom exit. As they passed Zhang Muchen, she suddenly leaned down and got close to him.

"Dude, what's so beautiful?"

Zhang Muchen smelled a faint fragrance wafting over, turned his head slightly, and looked at Wang Shishi's smiling face.

He casually showed her his phone screen: "Stocks."

"Huh? Dude, you also trade stocks?" Wang Shishi was taken aback.

"Just browsing, where would I get the money to invest in stocks?" Zhang Muchen shrugged.

“That’s true.” Wang Shishi pulled her head back. “But buddy, even if you have money, don’t invest in stocks. My dad says that people who invest in stocks are just easy targets.”

"It should be said that retail investors are all leeks (victims of exploitation)."

"It's all the same."

Wang Shishi smiled and pulled Chu Jiuli away from the classroom.

Zhang Muchen propped his head up with one hand, his gaze fixed on the sea of green stock screen.

"Tsk, it's fallen again."

Looking at today's market, he felt a surge of emotions.

After my birthday, I will be 18 years old and can open a stock trading account under my real name.

But
The stock market these days is not something ordinary people can play in.
Without inside information, you'll just be a sucker if you go in.

Zhang Muchen sighed.

The system only offers a few brief hints about the future; all I can rely on right now is the money from the mission rewards.

"This money needs to be used wisely." Zhang Muchen rested his chin on his hand, his mind racing.

How can I make this money grow?
Just as he was pondering this, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.

Don't forget to pick up my mom, okay?

It was sent by Xu Ranxi.

Zhang Muchen casually typed a reply: 【Don't worry, I care about Auntie more than you do】

Xu Ranxi: [Tch, can you care about my mom more than I do?]

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you believe me?"

[Aunt Xu's left cheek and the corner of her eye]

Across the ocean, Boston.

Xu Ranxi sat cross-legged on the downy bed, sipping her milk tea, while twirling the end of her hair with one finger.

The phone screen lit up, and Zhang Muchen's message popped up: [Did you know that Aunt Xu has a small mole about one centimeter below the corner of her left eye?]

"ha?"

She bit down on the milk tea straw, and a little milk tea splashed out of the straw, leaving a few pink marks on the silk sheets.

"A mole? My mom has a mole under her eye?"

Immediately afterwards, a new message from Zhang Muchen popped up on the screen:
This is the difference, Xu Ranxi

Only someone like me who truly cares about Aunt Xu would notice these details.

Xu Ranxi stared at the text on the screen, gritted her teeth, and then jumped off the bed.

In her haste, the little girl accidentally kicked her slippers under the bed.

The girl glanced at the slippers that had disappeared under the bed, and without thinking much, her fair feet pattered across the wooden floor as she ran outside.

"mom!"

Xu Ranxi swept into the master bedroom like a gust of wind.

Xu Qing looked up from the fashion magazine, her chestnut-brown curls cascading over her shoulders. She watched as her daughter's face suddenly loomed close, their noses almost touching.

"What's wrong, Xixi?"

Xu Qing laughed and leaned back, only to see her daughter extend her index finger and gently tap the corner of her left eye.

"Strange," Xu Ranxi frowned, "There's clearly nothing there."

At that moment, another message from Zhang Muchen popped up on WeChat.

[Xu Ranxi, are you checking the mole under Aunt Xu Qing's eye?]

"I was just kidding, you silly girl. You don't really think anyone could see that clearly, do you?" "Zhang! Muchen!"

Xu Ranxi threw her phone into the down comforter.

Xu Qing watched her daughter jump up and down, her chin resting on her hand, as the magazine in her hand slipped to the bedside table: "Did Mu Chen make you angry?"

"Mom, he's bullying me again," Xu Ranxi said, wrinkling her nose.

Xu Qing patted her daughter's back: "Xixi, after we go back to China, you can ask Aunt Mei Yinglan to help you. I remember she scolded Mu Chen a lot when he was little."

"Mom, who said I was going back to China? I'm doing just fine here." Xu Ranxi looked up at her mother stubbornly.

Xu Qing smiled slightly and gently smoothed her daughter's hair: "Okay, go back when you've thought it through."

Xu Ranxi nodded, but quickly frowned again: "Mom, what do you mean by 'I've figured it out'?"

Xu Qing pursed her lips, her eyes gentle, but she did not answer.

"mom--"

When Xu Ranxi saw her mother's ambiguous smile, a blush immediately rose on her cheeks.

"I won't go back unless he begs me to."

As soon as she finished speaking, she broke free from her mother's embrace and nimbly jumped off the bed.

Her fair, smooth feet landed on the floor with a soft "creak." She was only 1.6 meters tall, with a proud and stubborn air about her.

Xu Qing didn't speak, but lowered her head and picked up the magazine again, holding it quietly in her hands.

The bedside lamp cast its light.

Her chestnut-brown hair shone with a soft sheen, tied into a single ponytail on one side, which accentuated her tranquil and gentle temperament.

As Xu Ranxi looked at it, she suddenly said, "Mom, please don't wear this hairstyle anymore."

"Huh? Why?" Xu Qing looked up, somewhat puzzled.

"Because this hairstyle is dangerous."

Xu Ranxi suddenly narrowed her eyes.

As a seasoned anime fan, she couldn't help but think of the famous meme as soon as she saw this hairstyle: "Madam, your hairstyle is dangerous."

Xu Qing didn't understand the deeper meaning in her daughter's words. She just glanced at her and then casually took off the hair tie from her head.

Her ponytail came undone, and her chestnut-colored long hair cascaded down her shoulders, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, making her appear even more gentle.

"Mom...you are so beautiful."

Xu Ranxi was stunned. The next second, she jumped from the floor to the head of the bed and hugged Xu Qing tightly.

"You kid..."

Xu Qing gently hugged her, a smile hidden in the corner of her eyes.

Across the ocean, at No. 1 Middle School.

Zhang Muchen stared at his phone screen for a while. Xu Ranxi hadn't replied to his messages at all.

Normally, she would have been berating herself in English by now.

But today, it's unusually quiet over there.

"really weird."

He muttered something and casually shoved his phone into the hole in his desk.

Just then, the screen suddenly lit up.

Liu Wuyang sent a message and a picture.