Seeing the tension hidden under the dean’s calm expression, Lin Qingyin rubbed her temples speechlessly. He clearly wanted to buy a talisman, but he was so serious that she thought she was going to be expelled.

Hu Ming was the dean of the School of Mathematics at Imperial University. When Hu Ming was in his thirties, his hairline moved backward. When he was in his forties, the middle part of his head was barren, so he could only use the hair on the side to cover it up. Now that he was fifty years old, his side hair can’t take the heavy responsibility anymore. He also lost a handful every time he wash his hair, and there were only a few left on my head.

Hu Ming heard people mention that there was a student in his academy who made trouble because of fortune-telling. He was a little unhappy at first, but when he opened the Internet and saw the news about the interview at Lin Qingyin High School, he couldn’t stay calm. That Principal Wang was balder than him at first, how could he grow so much and such good hair!

Seeing Principal Wang’s smug expression in the video, Hu Ming was jealous, he wanted that kind of hair too!

“What kind of talisman do you want?” Lin Qingyin took out a piece of talisman paper, a stone, and a jade stone from her bag: “The prices of the three materials vary. If you want quick results, you can buy jade. Your hair will grow overnight. The effect of the stone is slower, but the effect can be seen in 3 months. The effect of the paper talisman is the slowest, and the effect will only last for 3 months, and you have to replace it with a new one.”

If Hu Ming had a choice, he will choose to have black and shiny hair in a minute. However, if the speed is too fast, it will be too conspicuous. He frowned and struggled for a long time. He always felt that three months was too long. In more than a month, it would be his 30th wedding anniversary. He still wanted to take his wife to take wedding photos. How sparse and ugly.

“I choose jade, but one day is too fast. I’m afraid my wife can’t stand the stimulation.” Hu Ming carefully stretched out a finger: “Can you restore my hair volume in a month?”

“Of course.” Lin Qingyin took out a piece of jade to engrave a hair growth formation, put it on a rope, and handed it to Hu Ming. Hu Ming transferred the private money he had saved for more than ten years to Lin Qingyin with a painful look on his face. He carefully carried the jade talisman around his neck, took out a mirror from the drawer, and looked for it for a long time before he went to work satisfactorily.

Hu Ming was so busy at night that he got up with a long sigh of relief and went to the bathroom. When he was washing his hands in front of the mirror, he suddenly saw that his scalp was a little dark. Hu Ming was someone who attaches great importance to his image. He subconsciously wiped the top of his head with his freshly washed hands, but his fingertips were pricked by the stubble that just emerged. Hu Ming was shocked, he carefully put his head in front of the glass, raised his hand again, and touched the top of his head gently. The familiar and unfamiliar feeling made Hu Ming want to cry excitedly, now he will also have hair.

Since then, Hu Ming had another thing to do.