Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

After finishing the game, Lin Lu laughed wildly and saved the recording of the elementary school student crying. Then she and Lu Yi, who was holding a book of poems, said goodbye.

Room 1602 was once again filled with the tranquility that belonged to just the two of them.

Xie Wang skillfully cleaned up the mess on the table, packed up the trash, and threw it outside.

After washing his hands, he came out and saw Su Qinghe sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a tablet computer in his hand, looking at something with a slight frown.

"What are you looking at?" Xie Wang walked over.

"Let's keep an eye on Tianlong Group's recent moves."

Su Qinghe pointed to a summary of several financial news items on the screen: "Gu Nan is very ruthless. He has announced in a high-profile manner that he will acquire a piece of land in the southern suburbs of Jiangcheng at an exorbitant price and build the largest commercial complex in Asia."

Su Qinghe pushed up his glasses:

"He is flexing his muscles to the outside world and investors, proving that Tianlong Group's financial chain is still healthy."

"It's just putting on a brave face."

Xie Wang chuckled.

He opened the [Apocalypse Quantitative Trading System], and on the screen, a green capital curve was steadily climbing upwards.

"The system K provided has been running in the US stock market and several offshore markets for a week now, using high-frequency arbitrage, and the snowball effect is getting bigger and bigger."

"Since Gu Nan wants to acquire the land, he must leverage his position many times over from the bank."

Xie Wang explained:

"Once we've amassed enough bullets, we'll strike on the day his funds are at their tightest..."

"Short his stock directly, cut off his cash flow, and force him to liquidate his account." Su Qinghe picked up where he left off, and the two exchanged a smile.

"Teacher Su truly understands me."

Xie Wang lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

……

[10:00 AM on the second day, Room 1602]

As it turns out, for high school seniors, a wonderful weekend is like sand in your hand—not only can you not hold onto it, but it will also leave you covered in dust.

Business saga and The Matrix all have to take a backseat in the face of the countdown to the college entrance exam.

Xie Wang worked relentlessly on a set of last year's college entrance examination Chinese language questions.

After being subjected to severe torture by Su Qinghe for some time, his previously dismal humanities grades have made a qualitative leap.

But when translating classical Chinese texts, he couldn't help but mentally rant about it.

Could people in ancient times finish their sentences in one breath?

What does "Without such a person, to whom shall I turn?" mean?

In modern Chinese, isn't it just "Without you, who would I follow?"? Why make it so complicated?

He was writing furiously, biting the pen, when he suddenly felt a gaze fall on him from the side.

Xie Wang turned his head away.

Su Qinghe had already finished a science test paper and was now resting her chin on her hand, her clear, bright phoenix eyes fixed on... the top of his head?

"What's wrong?" Xie Wang touched his face. "Am I bald?"

"no."

Su Qinghe shook his head.

She suddenly leaned over, stretched out her fair and delicate fingers, and rubbed Xie Wang's head.

The boy's hair was rather stiff, but because he hadn't had it cut recently, his bangs had grown long and were hanging down.

"Xie, your hair is getting a bit long."

Su Qinghe rubbed his hair; it felt surprisingly good.

"A little." Xie Wang shook his head, brushing aside the bangs that were obstructing his vision.

"I've been too busy lately to go to the hair salon. I'll get a haircut after my exams next week."

"No need to wait until next week."

Su Qinghe suddenly stood up, a chilling smile curving his lips.

She turned around, quickly walked to the drawer of the TV cabinet, and rummaged through it.

When she turned around again, she was holding a pair of gleaming silver household scissors.

Su Qinghe pushed up his glasses, and a strange white light flashed across the lenses.

She looked at Xie Wang and let out a chilling low laugh:

"Hehehe..."

Xie Wang stared wide-eyed at the large pair of scissors, which was at least twenty centimeters long:

"Holy crap! Ms. Su! Calm down! Put down your weapon! Domestic violence is illegal!"

"What are you doing with those scissors?! Are you trying to murder your husband?!"

"What do you mean, murdering her husband?"

Su Qinghe, holding scissors, made two quick snips in the air, then approached step by step:

"Xie, your hair is too long, seriously affecting your ability to absorb knowledge! Today, I, your teacher, will personally provide you with a free hair treatment."

Xie Wang stared at the gleaming pair of scissors and swallowed hard.

Is that supposed to be a head massage? You're trying to kill me!

You, a scholar who wields a pen, have never even killed a chicken, and now you want to use my precious head as practice?!

"Ms. Su... I think I can hold on for another week..."

Xie Wang attempted a final struggle.

"Hmph." Su Qinghe snorted coldly, raised his chin slightly, and gave a very imposing look. "Sit still and don't move."

Under the absolute oppression of his family's dominant position, Xie Wang, a top-tier hacker, could only reluctantly move a small stool and sit in the center of the living room.

Su Qinghe had also wrapped a black garbage bag around her neck.

"Cough cough."

Xie Wang sat on the bench, watching Su Qinghe stand behind him with a comb and scissors, and decided to take precautions for his future image.

"Teacher Su, let me make this clear: I'll let you cut my hair obediently, but if you give me a bald head, or make me look like a dog face down in the mud..."

Xie Wang tilted his head slightly, a dangerous smile playing on his lips:

"Hmph, then Teacher Su should be prepared to accept punishment."

Su Qinghe was parting his hair with a comb when she heard this and paused:

"What punishment?"

"You know what I mean."

"Thank you, you presumptuous!"

Su Qinghe, embarrassed and annoyed, lightly tapped his head with the handle of her comb. "Shut your mouth! If you say another word, I'll really shave your head!"

"Click."

The first pair of scissors has been cut.

Xie Wang felt a chill on his head as a tuft of black hair floated lightly onto the garbage bag on the ground.

Very good, the first cut felt quite steady. It seems that Teacher Su has some hidden talent.

However, this optimism lasted only ten seconds.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a very soft gasp came from behind Su Qinghe.

Xie Wang's heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong?!" Xie Wang didn't dare turn around, his voice trembling.

"What does this 'ya' mean? Teacher Su, don't scare me!"

"N-nothing!"

Su Qinghe's voice sounded visibly guilty, "It's just... I think I accidentally cut a little too much on the left side."

"How much is 'a little bit too much'?!"

"It's okay, I'll just shorten the right side a bit and it'll be symmetrical!" Teacher Su offered a solution that perfectly embodied the aesthetics of mathematical geometric symmetry.

"Snap! Snap!"

Two more scissors.

"Yay!"

Su Qinghe gasped, the scissors in her hand freezing in mid-air. "Oh no, oh no..."

Xie Wang was completely furious.

Xie Wang roared inwardly:

What do you mean "not good"?! Dude! You're getting a haircut, not conducting a chemistry experiment!

Please stop using that villainous, botched-the-experiment tone! I feel like my scalp is starting to tingle!

"Su Qinghe..." Xie Wangsheng closed his eyes in despair, "Tell me honestly, do I look like a kiwi right now?"

"Don't move! Trust me!"

Su Qinghe bit her lower lip. Although she had made a small mistake just now, the academic genius's ability to adjust was extremely strong.

She took a deep breath and, relying on her exceptional understanding of spatial geometry, began to carefully trim Xie Wang's sideburns and bangs.

Time passed by, second by second.

With the "snip" of the scissors, Xie Wang had already mentally planned out his look for the next month, wearing a wool hat to school.

Finally, Su Qinghe let out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew... Mission accomplished!"

She grabbed the hairdryer, dried the stray hairs on Xie Wang's neck, and ripped off the black trash bag:

"Go look in the mirror, Xie."

With a sense of tragic grandeur, as if he were "going to the execution ground," Xie Wang slowly stood up and walked towards the bathroom mirror.

He was prepared to see a horrific, dog-chewed head.

however.

When he looked up and saw himself in the mirror.

Xie Wang was stunned.

The boy in the mirror had his bangs cut short.

His sideburns were neatly trimmed, revealing his distinct and strong jawline and long neck.

Her bangs were cut into a layered, choppy style that perfectly revealed her deep, captivating eyes.

Yeah, he's ridiculously handsome.

Holy crap... Is this me?

Xie Wang looked at himself in the mirror from left to right, and a wild smile spread across his face.

Su Qinghe followed behind and stood at the door of the restroom.

Looking at Xie Wang's completely transformed appearance in the mirror, her ears involuntarily turned red.

It has to be said that Xie Wang's face is truly stunning from every angle.

"Ahem..." Su Qinghe asked, trying to appear calm.

"How is it? Are you satisfied? Not too bad, right?"

"Ahem..." Su Qinghe asked, trying to appear calm, "How is it? Are you satisfied? Not too bad, right?"

"Satisfied, extremely satisfied." Xie Wang's deep voice echoed in the cramped bathroom, carrying a hint of dangerous laughter.

Su Qinghe felt a little guilty under his gaze and subconsciously wanted to back away.

But Xie Wang didn't give her a chance.

He suddenly reached out and cupped her cheeks without any hesitation, kneading her face like dough, deliberately shaping her cool and reserved face into a charming curve.

"Ugh... Xie Wang, what are you doing!" Su Qinghe pouted and protested indistinctly, reaching out to pat the back of his hand.

"I'm carrying out a punishment, Teacher Su." Xie Wang released her hand with a straight face, then opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Xie Wang hugged her tighter: "Teacher Su, am I the best person in the world?"

Well, here comes the diary again, this time to lash out at him.

"Xie, you scoundrel! Let go!" Su Qinghe reached out and grabbed the back of his clothes.

"Not loose."

"It's written in my diary that this is a vicious cycle with no way out."