This humble Taoist priest wants to take the college entrance exam.

Chapter 199 Helping the Class Monitor Style His Hair

November 1st, sunny, temperature 14~22℃.

Today is the opening day of the Yunqi No.1 Middle School Sports Meet.

The temperature difference between morning and evening is large, and many students wore three thin layers in the morning, but Chen Shi'an was still wearing two layers.

However, he didn't wear his school uniform jacket today. Instead, he wore his class uniform, which resembled a taekwondo uniform, to school, just like he usually does.

I still brought my school uniform; I put it in my backpack just in case I need it.

Since getting a bicycle, Chen Shi'an has been leaving home later every day.

I set off from the neighborhood on my bike at 6:20 a.m., and arrived at Wen Zhixia's building a minute later.

In the autumn and winter seasons, the sky is still just beginning to lighten at this time, but the steamed bun shop is already open, with thick steam wafting out of the steamers, and the air in front of the shop is filled with the aroma of steamed buns.

Good morning, Aunt Mei.

Chen Shi'an greeted Li Yimei with a smile. Aunt Wen Zhixia was serving steamed buns to the guests, while her uncle was making steamed buns inside. They were busy early in the morning.

"Shi'an! Have you had breakfast? Auntie will get you some steamed buns!"

"No need, Aunt Mei, I've already eaten."

"Is that your class uniform you're wearing today? I heard from Zhizhi that you're having a school sports meet?"

"correct."

"Did you participate in the competition? I heard from Zhizhi that she did participate and that she told us to go watch when we have time."

"Aunt Mei is participating. If you have time, come and cheer her on!"

"Haha, it's fine."

As the two were chatting, they heard hurried footsteps coming down the stairs next door. A short while later, Wen Zhixia came running out with her schoolbag on her back.

As the weather grew colder, the girl wore three layers of clothing in the mornings and evenings: a school uniform jacket and a bright red sweatshirt in the middle.

The hoodie hood was sticking out from the collar, looking like it hadn't been properly adjusted yet. The hoodie hood was all crumpled up behind the collar, and the person looked like they had just woken up and were still a bit groggy. As they ran, their backpack swayed on their shoulders, and they still had an unfinished bun in their mouth.

"Taoist priest! Have you had breakfast?"

"Have you eaten? You stayed up late again?"

"Ugh, I just finished my exams yesterday, I almost thought I wouldn't have class today..."

"Hurry up, we're going to be late. Is this your class uniform?" Chen Shi'an asked, pointing to the hoodie she was wearing under her school uniform jacket.

"Yeah, it's so ugly, it looks like a giant tomato."

Your hat is all wrinkled.

"Can you do this for me?"

Wen Zhixia turned her back to him and picked up the breakfast her aunt had prepared for her to bring to her classmates from the food counter. She picked up the big bag and also took two more cups of soy milk into it.

One cup for the Taoist priest, one cup for Xiaoyan.

Chen Shi'an sat on the bicycle, reached out and tugged at the girl's wrinkled hat at the back of her collar, smoothing it out so that it looked like her school uniform had an extra little red hat.

"Ok?"

"All right."

"Auntie, we're off now! I've transferred the breakfast money my classmate sent me to your WeChat! Come watch my match sometime!"

"Okay, it's cold in the mornings and evenings, so don't take off all your clothes when you get hot, or you'll catch a cold."

"Okay, I'm off, bye-bye—"

After saying that, Wen Zhixia hung the bag of breakfast on the handlebars of the bicycle, then sat sideways on the back seat, holding Chen Shi'an's waist with one hand in a demure manner.

After Chen Shi'an drove her away from the alley, her reserved little hand quietly wrapped around his waist, just like when she came home on weekdays.

The morning air was chilly, but Chen Shi'an's back was warm. The girl was carried by him, eating small bites of steamed buns while talking to him.

"Taoist priest, are you only wearing two layers? Your uniform is so thin, aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold."

"Aren't you boys afraid of the cold?"

"I'm scared. When it gets colder, I'll wear three layers."

"Didn't you have a game this morning? Why didn't you change your sneakers?"

"It's alright, cloth shoes are fine too."

Wen Zhixia was different from his casualness. She also had a competition this morning, so she specially wore running shoes and changed into a sports bra, otherwise it would be very inconvenient to move around like that.

"By the way, is Xiaozhi coming home this weekend?"

"Sure, go ahead. What's up? You want to ask me out?"

"No, Wanyin said that after the sports meet tomorrow afternoon, she invited you and the class monitor to her house for hot pot. Are you free?"

"……Have!"

"Didn't you say you were going home?"

"...Then I can go back the day after tomorrow morning."

"Then go back for lunch and come back in the afternoon?"

"Otherwise, it's just one day off, but there's nothing much to do back there, I'll just go and get some winter clothes."

"Okay, let's all come over for hot pot tomorrow night."

"Taoist priest, would you like to come back with me?"

"I'm not going."

"Humph."

Wen Zhixia secretly pinched him.

That stinky Taoist priest, he didn't even go back with her on his day off, he must have gone to play ball with the Ice Cube Spirit again.

She had originally planned to go home after school tomorrow night, but when she heard that Ice Cube was also going to his house for hot pot, she couldn't refuse.

Upon arriving at the school gate, Wen Zhixia released his waist, got out of the back seat, and looked up at the banner hanging above with Chen Shi'an.

"The 2023 Yunqi No.1 Middle School Autumn Track and Field Games have officially opened!"

We cordially invite everyone to attend and enjoy the splendor of the school sports meet!

Stepping into the campus, the environment is different from usual.

Colorful flags and slogans for youth sports were planted along both sides of the school road, making the campus bright and colorful. A large red paper was also newly pasted on the school bulletin board, recording various records of the Yunqi No.1 Middle School Sports Meet.

The school is still the same school, but it feels completely different now. It's not as dull as it used to be; it's more vibrant now.

Wen Zhixia smiled and said, "It looks like there will be reporters at this school sports meet too."

"reporter?"

"Yes, yes, news reporters from local TV stations and newspapers, there were some last time, and also leaders from the education bureau and stuff."

"It's so lively!"

……

Upon arriving in the classroom, the atmosphere became even more lively.

Looking around, the whole class looked like 'little Taoist priests'. Everyone was wearing the class uniform that resembled a Taoist robe. The light blue and moon white color scheme was refreshing to eyes that were used to blue and white.

However, if we really want to say who dressed the most appropriately and looked the best, then it would still be Chen Shi'an. After all, everyone else is an imposter, only Dao Ye is the real deal. His natural, almost otherworldly aura, as if he stepped out of a fantasy novel, is something that cannot be easily imitated.

The girls in the class were quite reserved, finding their traditional Chinese style attire novel. They helped each other with their hair or admired themselves in the mirror.

The boys were like monkeys, calling each other "brother Daoist" and then imitating the gesture of bowing and clasping their hands, performing a Tai Chi routine, then a Baduanjin routine, and some even had martial arts competitions in the classroom.

Chen Shi'an returned to his seat with the soy milk, where a bottle of milk had already been placed on the table. He turned to look at Lin Mengqiu.

The girl was now wearing her class uniform, but she was wearing it under her school uniform jacket.

She put her hands behind her head, trying to put her hair up in a bun.

After all, the class uniform is in an ancient style, and having disheveled hair is ultimately not a good look.

There are girls in the class who love Hanfu (traditional Han clothing). When they put their hair up, it looks especially good with their class uniforms. Lin Mengqiu also wants to put her hair up, but unfortunately, she's not good at it. She usually wears her hair down, or at most ties it into a ponytail. Putting her hair up is too difficult...

"Does the class monitor want to wear his hair in a bun?"

"Um……"

She had been following the tutorial for a long time, but she still couldn't get it right. Seeing Chen Shi'an staring at her, Lin Mengqiu felt a little embarrassed and decided to just tie her hair in a ponytail.

Unexpectedly, Chen Shi'an took the initiative to speak:
"Do you want me to help the class monitor with the food?"

"……you?"

Lin Mengqiu turned to look at him with a doubtful expression, "Can you...?"

"Has the class monitor forgotten that I used to have long hair? I had to tie my hair up in a bun every day."

Yes.

If we're talking about who's the most skilled at tying hair into a bun in the class, it's definitely Chen Shi'an.

"How about it, do you want me to help the class monitor sort this out? I still have some hairpins in my bag."

"..."

Chen Shi'an invited her again, and Lin Mengqiu was somewhat tempted. She secretly glanced around before nodding and saying:

"Then you can take it."

"Okay, class monitor, turn around."

Lin Mengqiu didn't turn around in a hurry. She just watched as Chen Shi'an took out a bamboo hairpin from his backpack. It was a very simple and rustic style. If she remembered correctly, Chen Shi'an used this bamboo hairpin to tie up his hair when he first started school.

"Can I take a look?"

"sure."

Seeing that Lin Mengqiu wanted to see it, Chen Shi'an handed her the bamboo hairpin.

The bamboo hairpin has a warm, light yellow hue and a touch of unadorned wildness. The bamboo body is not delicate, but it is polished to an extremely smooth finish. When you run your fingertips over it, you can feel the natural, fine texture of the bamboo.

The hairpin head is slightly wide, with a few bamboo leaves carved on it. The hairpin tail tapers to a point but is not sharp, and the tip is rounded so as not to scratch the skin.

This was the first time Lin Mengqiu had ever handled something that only ancient people used. The thought of using this hairpin to tie up Chen Shi'an's hair and now using it to tie up her own hair gave her a very strange feeling.

"Does the class monitor like it?"

"……Um."

"Then I'll send it to you when the time comes."

"Aren't you going to use it?"

"I still have plenty left. I'll grow my hair back and use it again later."

"……Thanks."

Lin Mengqiu tightened her grip on the hairpin, holding it there, then turned her back to him, revealing her long, flowing hair.

"Monitor."

"what happened?"

"Give me your hairpin."

"..."

The girl then came to her senses and returned the hairpin in her hand to him.

Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan, who were in front, noticed the commotion behind them and turned around to look curiously.

"Chen Shi'an, do you want to help the class monitor fix his hair?"

"correct."

"You can do this too! That's so difficult! Let's see how you do it!"

"It's not difficult, it's not a complicated updo, a simple bun will do in no time."

Seeing Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan staring at her, Lin Mengqiu became even more uncomfortable, and gently clenched the fabric of her school pants with her hands on her lap.

Chen Shi'an had dried her hair before when they were in the dormitory. This was the second time Chen Shi'an had played with her hair, and this time it was in the classroom in front of everyone.

The class monitor has exceptionally good hair quality; it's long, straight, and silky smooth.

Chen Shi'an used his five fingers like a comb to gently comb the girl's hair to prevent it from getting tangled. Then he gathered her long hair into a ponytail and carefully gathered up any loose strands around it.

After her hair was gathered together, the girl's soft ears and slender white neck were revealed.

A slight tug came from her scalp. Lin Mengqiu lowered her head and remained silent, feeling as if a Saiyan had been grabbed by the tail, her whole body feeling weak and powerless.

Chen Shi'an then gently twisted the ponytail with his hands, using the hairpin to support the ponytail as it wrapped to the left and then downwards, making the ponytail coil into a circle. Next, the hairpin lifted the hair from bottom to top, and finally pressed the hair down, gently pushing the bamboo hairpin horizontally into the hair.

This simple bun is indeed not difficult to put together, but it requires a lot of skill and experience.

Chen Shian, being a boy, was so skilled at styling his hair that Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan were stunned.

As Chen Shi'an released his grip and loosened the hairpin, the scene of her hair cascading down as she had imagined did not materialize. The ordinary bamboo hairpin held the girl's long, black hair firmly in place.

"Wow--!"

"The class monitor looks so good—!"

"Chen Shi'an, you're amazing!"

Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Mengqiu's hair was tied up in a bun, which looked particularly good with her ancient-style class uniform.

It's cool, clean, beautiful, and has a classical charm, like a fairy who has traveled through time.

Indeed, outfits with traditional Chinese elements look best when paired with a hairstyle!

Lin Mengqiu couldn't see the back of her hair, but she could feel that it was tied up tightly, revealing her fair and slender neck, which felt slightly cool to the touch.

"Are you done...?"

"Well, all right."

Although Chen Shi'an had agreed, the class monitor still dared not move, fearing that the hairpin would not hold her hair securely and it would come undone again.

She raised her arm and put it behind her head, gently touching it to feel the shape and tightness of the back.

"Don't worry, class monitor, it's not that easy to drop."

Chen Shi'an watched her movements and laughed, "If the class monitor wants to let her hair down, she can just pull out the hairpin."

"Um……"

As her shame gradually faded, Lin Mengqiu began to feel excited and agitated.

What girl doesn't love to look beautiful?
She had just heard Zheng Yining and the others praising her looks, and now she couldn't help but take out a small mirror from her bag to check herself, occasionally tilting her head to look behind her. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became.

"Chen Shi'an, why don't you help us..."

Just as Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan were about to ask Chen Shian for help, they suddenly felt a chill and turned around to see the class monitor's clear and cold eyes.

"what happened?"

"N-nothing!!"

(End of this chapter)