National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

Chapter 251 About Hairstyle

Ruan Jiang was lying on the hard and solid wooden table, with a calm expression and serene movements.

The face is covered with a sunflower.

He opened his eyes and stared at the flower with the sunflower seeds completely taken out, and fell into silence.

The sound of relaxed conversations among teammates can be heard in my ears.

No one noticed that he had finished accepting the Vulcan inheritance and opened his eyes.

Until Paimon accidentally knocked off the sunflower on his face when he was about to put something on his hair as a decoration, revealing his eyes that were already open.

and let out an exclamation.

"Ah! Ruan Jiang faked the corpse!"

"What, what, a fake corpse?" Zhang Daocheng, who was lowering his head and trying to make a big wreath, suddenly dropped the wreath in his hand and came over, "Ah, it's true."

Zhao Bingxia rolled her eyes and stuffed the cosmetics she had just taken out back into her pocket - she had originally planned to temporarily cosplay into the coffin, but she was a makeup artist, so she took out the unused cosmetics to put on Ruan Jiang's makeup.

She also approached Ruan Jiang: "You're awake, how do you feel?"

The concern in her tone made Ruan Jiang finally feel a little bit of love from his teammates.

Ruan Jiang blinked and said in a vague tone: "I...are alive..."

"Yes," Zhang Daocheng nodded and said seriously, "Congratulations, you successfully faked the corpse."

So what the hell is a fake corpse? Really, you might as well buy me a coffin when I die, and I can temporarily act as a vampire.

Ruan Jiang finally recovered from the pain of the flames and couldn't help but complain loudly in his heart.

But he didn't have the strength to speak at this time, he just felt his throat was dry.

He moved his lips.

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Daocheng leaned down and looked like he was listening carefully.

"water……"

"Ah, I know!" Zhang Daocheng turned to look at the others with Ruan Jiang's expectant eyes and shouted, "It's over. Ruan Jiang is coming back to his former glory. He is going to say his last words!"

"..." Hasn't this guy had enough fun?

No, not enough. Not only that, but others seemed to be interested.

Several other contestants who were watching Zhang Daocheng, Zhao Bingxia and Paimeng perform together began to join in the fun.

"Interview, how do you feel now?" Xiao Songqing raised the pen and put it to Ruan Jiang's mouth.

"Thirsty." Ruan Jiang's voice was hoarse.

"So, the Vulcan inheritance will cause thirst." Xiao Songqing lowered his head and took notes.

Jiang Yuan sighed at the side: "If Hutao were here, I would probably have a customer."

"Who is Walnut?" asked Phil next to him.

"The seventy-seventh generation leader of the Rebirth Hall, a dark limerick poet of the Alley School."

"Brother Jiang's friends are so interesting!"

"Haha, there are many interesting ones among my friends!"

The two started chatting again.

Only Zhou Hu was kind. He got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for Ruan Jiang, and spent a huge amount of money to buy a straw for the other person to drink water.

Ruan Jiang looked at Zhou Hu with moved eyes, as if he was looking at his reborn parents.

After drinking a glass of water, he finally resurrected with full health. He straightened up like a carp and stood firmly on the table, with his hands on his hips.

"Hahahaha, I'm alive!"

"It seems that the corpse fraud was successful." Zhang Daocheng answered.

"I have successfully obtained the inheritance of the God of Fire," Ruan Jiang looked at Zhang Daocheng with flame-red eyes: "I advise you to be careful when you speak, and obediently give up the throne of Brother Jiang's number one younger brother, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you! "

"Oh, that's amazing." Zhang Daocheng made a gesture of rolling up his sleeves and getting ready for a fight, "It's amazing to have the Vulcan inheritance? Today I will show you what a contemporary sword god is!"

"Go out and fight." Zhao Bingxia sat back on the chair and watched the two people start their daily quarrel again.

"Let's go and practice outside?"

"Okay, let's go!"

Ever since, Ruan Jiang's first battle after receiving the Vulcan inheritance was a discussion with his teammates.

Ruan Jiang, who had been defeated in seven or eight out of ten games, finally suppressed Zhang Daocheng, whose strength had once surpassed him. He burned a strand of Zhang Daocheng's hair, and his clothes were so burned that they could barely cover his body.

But he himself didn't look much better.

Most of the hair on one side of his head was shaved off, which looked very abrupt. His clothes were tattered and full of scratches, and there was a dark circle around his left eye.

The two walked out of the yard angrily and helped each other in.

"I reluctantly admit that you defeated me once, but it was just luck. You bullied me, a contemporary swordsman who has not reached the peak of his strength!" Zhang Daocheng said harshly.

Ruan Jiang was equally rude: "If you lose, you lose. If I can beat you once, I will beat you countless times. Even the contemporary sword god will be completely crushed by my reincarnated fire god!"

True Vulcan Phil next to him: Hey, I’m still alive!

They said harsh words to each other and looked like they were quarreling, but in fact their expressions were quite relaxed.

After all, we are teammates, just competing with each other on a daily basis. If anyone really thinks that the relationship between the two of them is so bad, then he is too naive.

The two went to Zhao Bingxia for treatment as usual.

After treating their wounds, Zhao Bingxia expressed that she could not do anything about their hair styles: "I am a healer, not a barber, and your hair is not within the scope of my treatment."

She watched the two men's handsome faces that were missing part of their faces turn into funny looks, and tried to endure it.

My patience failed, and I laughed out loud: "Hahahahahaha, with your reaction, I suggest you shave your head directly!"

Needless to say, they were quite measured in their actions.

It didn't hurt my head, just cut/burned my hair.

Zhao Bingxia felt that her proposal was very good, and began to really try to persuade them to change their hairstyle.

"Anyway, you two have outstanding looks. They say handsome guys are still handsome even if they shave their heads. I believe you two are like that."

Not only her, but also the malicious barrages echoed.

"Sister Bingxia is right. As a hairdressing director with ten years of experience, I can confirm that you two won't be any more ugly if you shave your heads."

"Although I don't know much about hairdressing, I read a lot of handsome guys on the Internet and I think from the bottom of my heart that Sister Bingxia is right."

"Support shaving your head."

"There is no way to save this hairstyle. The only way is to shave my head. Otherwise, it will take a while for the hair to grow to the right length."

"agree."

"Shave your head, shave your head, I'm willing to trade my brother's ten years of abstaining from love in exchange for two shaved heads."

"???Brother?"

"Brother! Don't think I can't recognize you on the Internet! I would also trade my brother to stay single for the rest of his life to shave his head!"

"Good guy, this one is even more cruel!"

"I'll be single for the rest of my life, and I still have a paper wife!"

"I didn't mean to say, just to see the two of them shave their heads, isn't that right?"

"..."

Seeing that the two of them were really about to be persuaded, an honest man's barrage appeared.

"Um...isn't there a wig? When I watched the live broadcast before, it seemed that a contestant came over in the mall. No one should buy this thing, right?"

"...Yes."

"Kick the honest man out!"