At noon, Fu Yingying sat next to teacher Yang for dinner, and Chen Jue was in charge of the 49 students in class 1.

Director Wang of Haiyan No. 1 middle school is an old classmate of Mr. Yang. I saw him when the Municipal Education Bureau held a teaching and research meeting last year. At that time, his head was bald, with only a few hairs better than nothing, and he was fat and looked greasy.

After seeing him again, director Wang didn't recognize Mr. Yang.

"Lao Wang, how come the more you shout, the more you walk to the side?" Mr. Yang waved and was quite proud. The old classmate was thin and had thick hair. Once he met, he would laugh at his bald head and belly.

But now he has changed a lot. He must show off in front of Wang Xinpeng.

Wang Xinpeng was surprised when he heard it from his voice. "Lao Yang, it's still... It's really you? Ouch, you still learn to wear wigs for young people? However, you used to be bald. You really should wear wigs. Oh, have you lost weight?"

Mr. Yang knew that the man would continue to run on him. He was a little uncomfortable before, but now he is in a good mood and said with a smile: "You don't have a belly, you don't have a bald head, but I don't think your eyes work well. My beautiful hairstyle and dark and beautiful hair can't be compared with a wig. Look at my real hair, ha ha, you're right. Although I haven't lost weight, I've lost four kilograms. I look a lot younger. Is it much more handsome than you?"

"Ha ha, you're smelly!" Wang Xinpeng looked closer. It really didn't look like fake hair, and he didn't give up his heart to pull it with his fingers. "Oh, it's really! But you're thin and long hair, and you're not as handsome as me!"

Mr. Yang glared at Wang Xinpeng, "hehe, you can't compare with me in talent and appearance. Otherwise, Chen Hong liked me and didn't like you?"

Wang Xinpeng couldn't cry or laugh. "It's all about Chen sesame and rotten millet. You actually took it out and said it!"

"Hum, of course, who made you cause me a lot of trouble." teacher Yang laughed and continued to laugh with Wang Xinpeng.

Fu Yingying ate beside them and listened to their dialogue. It can be heard that their relationship is very close, otherwise they wouldn't make such a joke.

"Tell me, what's the matter with your hair?" Wang Xinpeng asked curiously. Although he didn't lose his hair, her daughter-in-law lost her hair. She wore a hat or a wig all year round.

Not only does his daughter-in-law lose her hair, his father-in-law seems to have hereditary hair loss at home. Even if he has such thick hair, he can't resist the power of hereditary hair loss on his wife's side. His son and daughter are young, the hairline moves upward at a terrible speed, and the amount of hair gradually decreases, which greatly affects his appearance.

Teacher Yang smiled and said, "I got a good thing. I have a secret recipe for hair growth in my student's home. As long as I use it, it works. If you want, you can order it from her home."

Wang Xinpeng was stunned and looked at Fu Yingying. He had no doubt. First of all, Mr. Yang was not a liar, and he certainly believed that Mr. Yang was a living example of baldness.

"This classmate, how do you sell your ointment?" Wang Xinpeng asked. He wanted to buy it as soon as possible.

Fu Yingying smiled. "A bottle of 100 yuan can be used for a week. Generally, four bottles are almost enough; if it's more serious, it's estimated that there should be five or six bottles. Anyway, Mr. Yang seems to have used six bottles."