At noon, Fu Yingying was sitting next to Teacher Yang for dinner, while Chen Miejue was in charge of the forty-nine students in Class 1.

Director Wang of Haiyan No. 1 Middle School is an old classmate of Teacher Yang. He saw it at the Municipal Education Bureau last year when he held a teaching and research meeting. At that time, his head was bare and had only a few hairs that were better than nothing. He was fat and looked a little greasy.

After seeing him again, Director Wang did not recognize Teacher Yang.

"Old Wang, why do you go to the side the more you call you?" Teacher Yang waved his hand, quite proud. This old classmate is thin and has thick hair. When he met, he would laugh at his bald head and belly.

But now he has changed a lot, so he must come to Wang Xinpeng to show off.

It was heard from the sound that it was Teacher Yang, and Wang Xinpeng was shocked, "Old Yang, it's really you? Oh, you still learn to wear wigs by young people? But, you were bald before, and you should have worn wigs. Oh, have you lost weight?"

Teacher Yang knew that this person would continue to squeeze him. He was a little uncomfortable in the past, but now he was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "You don't have a belly, you don't have a bald head, but I think your eyes are not good. My beautiful hairstyle and black and beautiful hair are not comparable to wigs. Look, real hair, haha, you are right. Although I haven't lost weight, my weight has indeed decreased and I have lost four pounds. Is it much younger? Are you much more handsome than you?"

"Haha, just be so pretty!" Wang Xinpeng looked closer and didn't look like fake hair, and he didn't give up his fingers and pulled them, "Oh, that's true! But even if you lose weight and have long hair, you are not as handsome as me!"

Teacher Yang glared at Wang Xinpeng, "Haha, you are not as talented as me, and you are not as good as me in appearance. Otherwise, Chen Hong would have fallen in love with me and didn't like you?"

Wang Xinpeng was amused and crying, "It's all the trouble of being a mess, you're even talking about it!"

"Hmph, of course I have to say, who caused you to cause me a lot of trouble?" Teacher Yang laughed and continued to joke with Wang Xinpeng.

Fu Yingying was having a meal next to her. Listening to their conversation, it was obvious that their relationship was very close, otherwise she would not have made such jokes.

"Tell me, what's wrong with your hair?" Wang Xinpeng asked curiously. Although he didn't lose his hair, her wife lost her hair, had thin hair, and wigs all year round.

Not only did his wife lose her hair, but his father-in-law seemed to have hereditary hair loss at home. Even if he had such thick hair, he still could not resist the power of hereditary hair loss on his wife. His son and daughter were young, and his hairline moved upward at a terrifying speed, and his hair volume gradually decreased, which greatly affected his appearance.

Teacher Yang smiled and said, "I got a good thing, but I, a student, have a secret recipe for hair growth. As long as I use it, it will work. If you want it, you can make it from her house."

Wang Xinpeng was stunned and looked at Fu Yingying without any doubt. First of all, Teacher Yang is not a lie, and he certainly believes that Teacher Yang's living example of bald head is.

"Student, how do you sell your ointment?" Wang Xinpeng asked, wanting to buy it as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!