Transmigration: Super Debt System

"Ronjitian, you're not going to have cosmetic surgery, are you?" A fat baby girl looked at him and asked.

Ronjitian raised his head and looked at the girl.

"Kemeng?"

He said in surprise.

"Wow, it's so kind. Do you have a leg?" All around the students were shouting.

This makes Zhao Kemeng blush and runs away.

Long Ritian was also curious. How could he call that.

"All right, all right. Don't talk nonsense. You can't make fun of it." Ronjitian grinned bitterly and shook his head.

Then, under their ridicule, ten minutes passed quickly.

With the sound of class, the school fell into learning.

…

After class, long ridian wanted to pack up and go.

"Oh, long ridian." At this time, he was stabbed in the back, and a good voice rang out.

"Well? Yang Qingning, what can I do for you He asked curiously.

"Are you going home?"

This is a little green, beautiful, tied with a ponytail girl face slightly red looking at him.

"No, I'm going to dye my hair back." Long RI Tian said with a bitter smile.

"That's right. I'm going to have a haircut, too. Shall we?" Yang Qingning said expectantly.

"Well, good." Long RI Tim nodded.

"Let's go now."

Then they walked out of the classroom.

After they left, the girls in the classroom who had not left sighed one after another.

"Yang Qingning did it first. It's a mistake."

…

Long Ritian and Yang Qingning came to a hair salon not far from the school.

Do you want a haircut A middle-aged personality uncle looked at them and asked.

"Well, I want my hair dyed." Long RI Tim nodded.

"I'm going to cut it a little bit." Yang Qingning looked at him and said.

"OK, Tigress, take these two guests to wash their hair first." The middle-aged man called out.

"Here it is."

A boy and a girl came out and took them to wash their hair.

But this hair salon is OK. It won't take advantage of others. Men wash men for men and women for women.

After five minutes, ronjitian washed his hair first.

"Handsome boy, your hair is good. It's very good."

The middle-aged uncle stroked his hair and said with a smile.

"Oh Ha ha, is it

Long RI Tian smiles awkwardly and doesn't know what to say.

"But your hair is so strange that you haven't dyed it. How can it be red?" The middle-aged uncle said in doubt.

After hearing this, longjitian stopped talking. He also noticed how his hair was red.

With his voice stopped, the middle-aged uncle did not ask for trouble, and he honestly helped him dye his hair.

It was not until three hours that his hair was dyed black.

On the street.

"Thank you for coming with me to dye my hair." Long RI Tian smiles at Yang Qingning.

"No, I want a haircut, too. It's just right." Yang Qingning said with a red face.

"I'll invite you to dinner later. I'll go home first." Long RI added with a smile.

"Well, bye."

"Goodbye."

…

Time flies. Ten days have passed.

Longjitian's head teacher Li Gong went out for a holiday five days ago and was not in school.

Today, long Jitian was just after class when a phone call came in.

"Hello, who is it?" He picked it up.

"Hello, is this Mr. long Jitian?" A loud voice came from the mobile phone.

"I am. Who are you?" Long RI added doubts.

"I am the attending doctor of Zhancheng people's hospital. Your parents had a car accident. Now you are in this hospital. Come here for a moment."

"What..."

Long Ritian did not move as if struck by thunder.

Then quickly rushed out of the classroom, took a taxi to Zhancheng.