"I'm not going!" Qin Xiaoyu is a Scorpio and holds grudges. Even though she was the one who hit Jing Tian, ​​she still holds a grudge.

"sister in law……"

"sister……"

What else could Qin Xiaoyu say?

Hearing about the private party, Qin Xiaoyu was in a dilemma again. She didn't have a dress that she could wear out.

"Buy! I told you you wanted to buy clothes. You earn so much money, but you wear clothes that are worse than what a student would wear. Let's go!" Zhou Yue mumbled, sitting to the side and munching on a date brought by a student from Shandong.

"Okay. Wait until I finish what I'm doing." Qin Xiaoyu didn't want to embarrass Wenwen in front of Jingtian, and besides, she would be meeting people more and more often in the future, and she really had no clothes to wear.

"Sister Xiaoyue, get me a few thin rods," Tian Tian called out.

"Coming!" Zhou Yue threw the date pit into the trash can and ran off.

Zhou Yue's life is very regular now. She comes over in the morning to pick up her two children and go home, then returns to the hairdressing school.

She has already become one with the students.

At first, the trainees kept their distance from her, treating the commander's daughter as a VIP. But they gradually discovered that she was easygoing and kind, and soon accepted her.

At first, Qin Xiaoyu would discipline Zhou Yue for asking her to help carry things. But later, she found that Zhou Yue enjoyed it so much that she just let her be.

Zhou Yue was already quite skilled at perming hair, so she casually picked out a few thin rods and sent them over. Then she picked up a basket of curling rods that were lying around haphazardly and started sorting them, then unfolded and flattened the crumpled cellophane, preparing them for the next time.

"Xiaoyue, I've never seen you do any work since you were little. If your dad saw this, he'd be heartbroken." Commander Wang was accompanying their troupe's star performer to get her hair done today, and he teased Zhou Yue upon seeing this.

"He... he can't even be bothered to look at me now. All he talks about is 'Baby Hanhan,' 'Good boy Hanhan,' does he even want me anymore?" Zhou Yue rolled her eyes, making everyone laugh.

"Hanhan is such a lovable child. Last time, Zhou Xing's mother called us over, wanting my little sister to perform on the piano. I don't know what Commander Zhou was thinking, but he insisted on bringing Hanhan down to sing an English song. She was so beautiful! I praised her, saying she could be an actress. Guess what Commander Zhou said?" Commander Wang kept everyone in suspense.

"How so?" Qin Xiaoyu asked, quite curious.

“They said it’s a formal profession, but our Hanhan wants to be a soldier, she wants to go to military academy, and become an officer…”

"No wonder Hanhan keeps telling me she wants to go to military academy." Qin Xiaoyu suddenly realized.

"You don't know yet, but the other day my dad brought Hanhan back another submachine gun, which terrified my mom. She immediately took my little sister away and told her that guns are dangerous and she must stay away from them," Zhou Yue complained.

"Didn't you practice piano today?"

"They're practicing, they have classes every day now. Hanhan was taken to the shooting range by my dad."

"The shooting range? Isn't that unsafe?" Qin Xiaoyu asked worriedly.

"Sister Xiaoyu, are you out of your mind? Even if the shooting range is unsafe, it's safe with my dad. Who would shoot at the commander?" Zhou Yue was amused by her.

Qin Xiaoyu then realized that she was worrying unnecessarily and couldn't help but laugh.

Zhou Yue was originally going to call a car to take them to the People's Store, but Qin Xiaoyu insisted on taking the tram.

"Principal Qin, this Master Xu's skills are excellent. You'll need them sooner or later. I'll write you a note." The mainstay was very satisfied with the hairstyle and left an address and phone number before leaving.

Modern buses are all electric, with two long braids hanging from the power lines. Although Zhou Yue has always lived in the city, she has never ridden one before, and standing at the bus stop with Qin Xiaoyu, she felt a little out of place.

"Let's call a car over. It'll take forever, and it'll be tiring carrying all those bags after we buy everything," Zhou Yue kept muttering to herself.

"You're carrying so many bags of things, Miss, I'll just buy one!" Qin Xiaoyu rejected the idea outright. She glanced at the slightly trembling power cord and said, "Here it comes."

"What's here? How do you know it's here?" Zhou Yue asked, puzzled.

"If the power lines are shaking, it means the trolley is about to approach." This common sense knowledge was taught to Qin Xiaoyu by Hanhan, and she applied it immediately.

Sure enough, a long tram slowly pulled up around the corner.

"Wow, it's really here!" Zhou Yue clapped her hands happily, like a child, and the people around her looked at her with kind smiles.

The tram was very long, and to facilitate turns, there was a disc-shaped connecting section in the middle. Unlike the rest of the tram, which was made of sheet metal, this section was covered with thick, wrinkled canvas. Zhou Yue exclaimed in amazement again, like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time.

It was difficult to stand steadily on the round plate, and Zhou Yue was swaying from side to side. Qin Xiaoyu called her to come to the back, but she refused. Qin Xiaoyu could only helplessly watch her having a great time.

People's Store is the largest shopping mall in the city. The third floor sells clothing. Qin Xiaoyu had been there before, but she felt that everything she saw was strange and didn't match her aesthetic.

Today is a must-buy day; it's like choosing the best among the worst.

Zhou Yue has an interesting sense of aesthetics. She is not a fashionable person, but perhaps because she grew up in a privileged environment and was exposed to high-end things, she has a unique aesthetic sense and can avoid some pitfalls.

“No way, white top and black skirt, do you think you’re some kind of May Fourth Movement youth?” Zhou Yue rejected Qin Xiaoyu’s first choice.

"Look at the clothes above, do I even have a choice?" Qin Xiaoyu was almost in tears.

There really wasn't much to choose from for the clothes above. Putting aside the styles, the colors were all tacky. The pink was an incredibly tacky bright pink, the green was a pale green, the blue was a dull, grayish blue, and the red, on the other hand, was a very bright red, so bright it was blinding.

Zhou Yue stared at it for a long time, but could only bite her lip in frustration.

"Just come to my place and find something to wear," Zhou Yue said, a little discouraged.

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