Two minutes, use scissors to cut your own hair? Can you even look at the result? Besides, cutting such long hair so quickly, wouldn't you feel heartbroken?
Speaking of which, whenever Mu Xingfeng thought of An Ran's long hair turning into short hair, he felt weird. What is this? Mu Xingfeng regretted competing with An Ran. He would rather ignore her violation and have the students call him biased than see An Ran cut her hair. God knows how much he loved seeing An Ran's charming long hair.
An Ran didn't expect Mu Xingfeng to refuse her. Two minutes, two minutes probably wouldn't be enough even if she had scissors. She didn't know what kind of punishment she would face after two minutes, but she knew she absolutely couldn't let them succeed.
An Ran's gaze suddenly fell on the Swiss Army knife at Mu Xingfeng's waist: "Instructor Mu, let me use your knife."
She stepped forward, and without waiting for his reply, took the Swiss Army knife from Mu Xingfeng's waist.
