Chapter 90 1/2

Jiang Li knew there was a probability that Cen Lang might be making things up out of excessive concern for him. But when it came to head lice, he preferred to believe it was true. Lice were something Jiang Li’s rational analysis couldn’t handle.

Cen Lang, holding Jiang Li’s weakness, couldn’t help but lift the corners of his mouth. Jiang Li’s reaction now must be amusing. He felt genuine joy, probably a satisfaction of “listening to big brother’s advice is never wrong” and “rebellious younger brother finally willing to obey.”

Jiang Li: “I…”

Cen Lang: “Hmm?”

Jiang Li: “I’m going to get a haircut.”

Cen Lang:!!! Jiang Li’s fluffy and soft hair! He ruined it!

This temperament—who does it resemble? Can’t it be a bit more like General Jiang?

Afraid that Cen Lang might persuade him again, Jiang Li immediately hung up the phone. He didn’t want anything special, even if regulations allowed it. The instructor is Dad’s subordinate and colleague; Jiang Li felt the need to show excellence and prove that General Lu’s son is outstanding.

At the same time, he thought about getting an outstanding certificate to have the opportunity to intern in the Space Force later. Both Dad and Cen Lang are in space, and he wants to go up and see.

During military training, phone calls were made using public phones. After the call, Jiang Ping’s first priority was to wash his hands.

One sentence from Cen Lang made his doubtful cleanliness become a reality. Originally, he just wanted to exude an aura of aloofness and not engage too much with Alpha. Now, thinking about rolling on the grass, crossing mud pits, and cooperating with military dogs in various training activities, Jiang Li’s head felt itchy at the thought of Alpha possibly carrying lice.

There was no barbershop during military training, but they provided an electric shaver, and comrades helped each other with haircuts.

Jiang Li originally wanted to find a comrade, but the shadow of lice lingered, and getting a haircut involved being close to someone, which was a bit risky.

The first time Jiang Li went to the base camp to find his dad was for a haircut. Lu Jing, hearing from Cen Lang, thought Cen Lang could convince Jiang Li. When he saw Jiang Li coming, without his son saying anything, he took the initiative: “Dad will arrange a single room for you.”

Jiang Li shook his head and handed the electric shaver to his dad: “No need, help me with a haircut.”

Lu Jing was at a loss; he didn’t know how to cut hair. He could only manage a basic short cut, not styling the hairline, relying solely on looks.

Once, Jiang Wanlan impulsively bought a child-specific electric clipper and handed it to Lu Jing while holding one-year-old Jiang Ping, saying, “Lu Jing, help him with a haircut.”

Lu Jing pushed the son with a messy head, resembling a dog-chewed one. Jiang Wanlan got angry.

“I…” Lu Jing wanted to find an experienced adjutant for help, but his son’s eyes were full of unwavering trust in him.

Fatherly love was already a bit ashamed in front of Cen Lang, and now he couldn’t refuse.

Jiang Li had already sat down, tearing open a plastic bag tied around his neck to prevent hair from falling onto his clothes. “The shorter, the better.”

Lu Jing hesitated, raised his hand, and then put it down again. “It’s cold; the hair can keep you warm.”

Jiang Li: “The hat they gave is lined.”

Lu Jing: “Hasn’t it been bearable for five days?”

Jiang Li didn’t mention Cen Lang’s mischief.

“Washing hair is troublesome.”

Jiang Li’s original hairstyle barely passed the eyebrows, didn’t touch the ears on the sides, and didn’t reach the collar at the back, which was suitable for university military training.

The barber shop had a saying, “Do the best kung fu in the world.”

Jiang Li politely said, “Hello, instructor.”

“Hey, don’t be so polite; just call me Uncle. Sit down and have some tea.”

Jiang Li picked up the shaver and hurriedly left. “Thanks, Uncle, but I need to return this. I’m leaving.”

Deputy head instructor: “Lu, you don’t look happy?”

Lu Jing: “No, I’m happy.”

The deputy head instructor touched his stubble and said, “It doesn’t seem like it. Oh, this beard needs to be shaved.”

He rarely saw Lu Jing with a scruffy beard, probably different after marriage. Married people would tidy themselves up: “Lu, your beard shaving skills are good. No wonder your son lets you cut his hair.”

Lu Jing’s face darkened.

Cen Lang, the instigator, didn’t call the head instructor to meddle again.

Cen Lang remained silent on the surface but had his own sources of information. He saw Jiang Li’s new hairstyle and strongly condemned the lack of a barber during military training.

He learned that Jiang Li would kindly remind other Alphas to shower and wash their hair before bedtime, and he even taught them the correct way to wash their hair. Alphas, tired and able to lie down, succumbed to the beauty of their roommates and reluctantly spoke about hygiene.

In Cen Lang’s heart, there was a touch of sourness.

He truly missed the time when Jiang Wanlan was not at home and little Jiang Li slept with his brother. They would wash up one after the other, sleeping together and smelling fresh.

Jiang Li’s military training made Cen Lang uncomfortable all the time.

A month later, Jiang Li’s military training ended, and through his hard work, he obtained an outstanding certificate. His internal affairs score was full, and his military posture standard score was full. His physical fitness was slightly lacking compared to Alpha, but the evaluation standards for Alpha and Beta were different.

The benefit of being an instructor was the ability to take a two-day family leave.

Jiang Li returned with the school’s main force, and after the training, he had a winter vacation. After dissolving the instructor team, Lu Jing returned home separately.