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"This comrade's personal appearance meets the requirements. Everyone should compare themselves to his standards. As for the female comrades—"

Cheng Zheng's gaze settled on the short-haired woman next to Lin Shuyao. "Please stand up."

The woman whose name was called paused for a moment, then stood up deftly.

Cheng Zheng: "During training, female comrades are not allowed to have their hair down. This female comrade's hairstyle is very standard, clean and neat, showing the spirit that soldiers should have. Everyone can take this as a reference."

Everyone turned their gaze toward the woman who had stood up.

"Anyone who wants a haircut can come to me!"

The short-haired woman stood tall, her face glowing with pride, welcoming everyone's attention.

In contrast, Lin Shuyao, with her striking long hair, clearly became a negative example.

She was busy copying documents at noon and didn't have time to fix her hair when she left home, so she still had the same princess-style half-up hairstyle from the morning. It looked good on her pretty face, but you can imagine how inconvenient it would be to go out for training with that hairstyle. If the wind blew, her hair would stick to her face, and if she turned her head left or right, her hair would slap her teammates like a hand. If she were shooting, it might even obscure the sights.

It can't compare to a cool and neat short haircut.

Lin Shuyao knew this in her heart, but she really didn't want to cut her precious hair.

She looked down, picking at her fingers, ignoring the various glances directed at her. Suddenly, she felt a burning gaze on her head—it was too intense. She looked up and met the eyes of the short-haired woman, who smiled warmly: "Comrade Shen, look, everyone's looking at you. How about I cut your hair for you? It'll set a good example for those women who can't bear to cut their hair!"

"I don't."

Lin Shuyao softly refused, instinctively shifting her body to the side, but unexpectedly, the other person pulled out scissors the next second.

Lin Shuyao was terrified, her face turning pale. She immediately jumped from her seat into the aisle beside her, yelling, "No, I won't cut it! Don't touch me!"

The short-haired woman, holding a pair of scissors, muttered somewhat aggrievedly, "It's just a haircut, I'm not trying to kill you, why are you reacting so strongly?"

This remark immediately drew a chorus of agreement from those around him—

"That's right, Comrade Shen. Comrade Wang will cut your hair for free, no tickets required. It's much cheaper than going to a barbershop yourself. Sit down and let Comrade Wang cut your hair."

"Look how energetic we look with our hair cut short! The delegates all said it's the rule, and we have to obey the discipline."

……

A cacophony of advice flooded towards Lin Shuyao.

She stood alone in the aisle, looking pleadingly at Cheng Zheng on the stage, hoping he would say something to skip the topic and stop everyone from paying attention to her hair.

Sunlight streamed through the high window and fell upon her, her long, black hair shimmering like satin in the light. Her cat-like eyes were veiled with a thin layer of tears, her long eyelashes trembled restlessly, and she gently bit her lower lip. She looked like a delicate lotus swaying in the wind and rain.

They were all alone and pitiful!

Cheng Zheng felt a slight pang in his heart, and before he could even react, he had already opened his lips:

"Quiet!"

A cold, sharp voice rang out, and the small auditorium fell silent in an instant.

The woman with the scissors obediently returned to her seat.

Lin Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief, but remained standing in the aisle, her body stiff. She dared not return to her seat, fearing that the short-haired woman might suddenly go crazy and cut her with scissors.

Cheng Zheng raised an eyebrow at her but did not ask her to sit back down. He continued, "After we go back today, all comrades must strictly implement and abide by the regulations and requirements I just mentioned. This is discipline, and there is no room for negotiation."

"get out of class dismissed!"

Lin Shuyao felt like she had been granted a pardon and started walking towards the auditorium exit, but Cheng Zheng stopped her as she passed the podium: "Come to my office with me."

His voice was icy cold, and his tall figure jumped off the podium and quickly disappeared through the door.

Lin Shuyao pouted and followed behind reluctantly.

The comrades who passed by looked in the direction the two left with sympathy, shook their heads and sighed silently, "Comrade Shen is doomed!"

I don't know what I did to offend the representative again, but I was called into his office and scolded...

office.

Cheng Zheng closed the door behind him, raised his chin, and gestured for Lin Shuyao to sit down.

Lin Shuyao walked slowly to the chair, pursed her lips and sat down. She had a feeling of unease in her heart, and her fingers unconsciously twisted together tightly.

Cheng Zheng glanced at her, then walked to his desk, stood to the side, pulled open a drawer under the desk, and began rummaging through something.

Lin Shuyao's heart was pounding. Suddenly, she heard a faint metallic scraping sound. She looked up and her heart almost jumped out of her throat. She saw Cheng Zheng take a pair of scissors out of the drawer!

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and Lin Shuyao instantly understood his intention: "I'm not cutting my hair!"

She jumped up from her seat and ran out of the office.

Behind me came a man's cold voice: "Unless you don't want to work in the factory, you have to cut your hair."

Lin Shuyao paused, then turned around unwillingly: "Putting my hair up won't affect my training, so why do I have to cut it? Can't we be more flexible?"

Cheng Zheng approached step by step: "Just because this is the rule, this is an order, all the other female comrades have had their hair cut, but you insist on giving them special treatment. Who do you think you are?"

Yes, she's nobody, she has no right to bargain with him.

The color drained from her face, and she staggered backward until she had nowhere left to go. Her back pressed against the cold door, and she bit her lip in frustration, wanting to struggle one more time.

"I... I finally managed to grow my hair out. Can I just leave the technical department? You can transfer me to any other department, as long as I don't have to cut my hair."

The cat's misty eyes shimmered with pleading.

"Would you like to go to another department?"

"Uh-huh!"

Cheng Zheng scoffed coldly, already close to Lin Shuyao: "You were the one who insisted on joining the technical department back then, and now you want to transfer? Too late."

He used the scissors in his hand to lift a strand of her hair, slowly sliding them along. The cold light reflecting off the blade stung Lin Shuyao's eyes, causing her to blink and flinch. She desperately tried to back away, but there was already a door behind her, leaving her nowhere to escape. She could only stare at him with wide eyes and a look of terror on her face. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, his cold and sharp eyes carrying a hint of arrogance and mischievousness, which frightened her even more than his usual serious and aloof demeanor.

Just now in the small auditorium, she had felt a pang of gratitude towards him because he had spoken up in time, preventing the short-haired woman from cutting her hair. But now she understood that he didn't let anyone else cut her hair simply because he wanted to do it himself.

What grudge could they possibly hold against them?

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"Please, I really don't want to cut my hair... I'll do anything you want as long as you don't cut it..."

Lin Shuyao begged for mercy without any backbone. Her beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, her eyes were red, and her nose was also red. She gently bit her full and tender lips with her pearly teeth. Although she looked pitiful and begging for mercy, she appeared even more beautiful and alluring.