What should I do if I look too fierce?

The police car whined and drove Aokiji home. The apologetic police officer bowed to Aokisi repeatedly.

"I'm sorry! I made a wrong judgment without investigating and arrested you based on your appearance. I'm really sorry!" The policeman wiped the sweat from his face, fearing that the hopeless bald man in front of him might say something to him. What.

"I just received a call from someone saying that someone was threatening and forcing girls here. I'm really sorry!"

Seeing the policeman's serious apology, Aokiji couldn't express his grievances, so he could only nod his head expressionlessly: "Oh."

"Then I'll leave first!" The police officer was sweating, and even the hat on his head was wet: "I won't bother you! I'm very sorry!"

Aoki Si nodded numbly and watched the policeman run back to the car and disappear in a flash. Looking at the time on his mobile phone, which was almost half past eleven, he looked up at the sky with a painful expression: "System, when will I be able to grow hair!"

"It's really troublesome to look so fierce!" Aoki Siyouxin sighed. To this day, he once again experienced the terror that his appearance brought to him when he started school.

[Because the bald head provides additional charm attributes and is helpful to the career of the host delinquent, the hairstyle will be solidified before the host becomes the strongest delinquent. 】

What. What the hell?

Aokiji's body softened and he held on to the wall with a desperate expression: "Tell me, do I have to be a monkey to become the strongest bad boy you call me?"

[Remind the host that this year is the Year of the Dog. It will take about nine years and two months to reach the Year of the Monkey. 】

"Shut up!" Aokiji gritted his teeth and opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, the expression of gritted teeth froze on his face. On the stairs facing the entrance, Qiong was sitting on the stairs, leaning his head on the wall, looking at him with a cold expression: "What do you want to say? Of?"

Aokiji blinked: "I didn't do anything today."

"I even saw you being sent home in a police car!" Qiong's breathing was a little rapid, and his eyes were slightly red: "Did something happen?"

Seeing her little body bending slightly and covering her heart with one hand, Aoki Si suddenly panicked in fright. Without even taking off his shoes, he trotted in front of her and half-knelt at the foot of the steps. With a nervous expression: "Believe me! It's all a misunderstanding! Don't be angry, relax, is your heart hurting?"

Qiong opened her thin lips slightly, and her breathing quickened a little. It took a long time before she regained her composure under Aoki Si's concerned and worried gaze.

She stood up slowly while holding on to the wall, looked down at Aoki Tsukasa who was squatting on the ground, and her voice trembled because of anger: "Explain."

Aoki Si squatted on the ground, raised his head and looked at her, smiled bitterly and grabbed her hand. Regardless of her weak resistance, he said seriously: "You also know that I look a bit fierce. Many people just see me."

"It's the same this time, it's just a misunderstanding. Since you saw that it was a police car that took me back, you should also have seen him apologize to me."

Aokiji saw that her expression was a little relaxed, and then continued: "You won't misunderstand me like others, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Qiong couldn't say anything. He could only tilt his head dullly, his silver hair covering his face, and his little hands broke away from Aokiji: "You look like this."

"Don't say anything about taking care of me." She turned around and went upstairs, but before opening the door, she couldn't help but turn around and saw Aoki Tsukasa, who was silent and disappointed at the bottom of the stairs.

After closing the door ruthlessly, Qiong slowly sat down against the door, his expression also a little sad.

Aokiji sighed downstairs and returned to the entrance to take off his shoes. He was stunned for a while and felt that he could not go on like this.

He must have a good communication with Qiong, at least let her know what he thinks, and stop being so angry with himself. Aokiji thought about it for himself and felt that Qiong's anger was not unreasonable.

He walked upstairs and knocked on Qiong's door: "Can I come in?"

Then, without waiting for Qiong's reply, he shamelessly opened the door.

Qiong was sitting on the bed playing with his mobile phone. When he saw Aoki Si pushed open the door and walked in, he stared at him angrily without saying a word: "Si is getting more and more outrageous. Now he just enters my room!"

Aokiji put the chocolate bar on Qiong's bedside table with ease, but Qiong still stared at him with an angry look.

After blinking, Aoki Si sat beside the bed with a serious expression: "Let's talk, Qiong."

".What?" Qiong turned his head, not wanting to see the chocolate bar beside the bed, lest he could not help but reach out his hand and give the hateful guy in front of him the wrong impression.

Seeing her long silver hair hanging messily on her shoulders, Aoki Si couldn't help but stretched out his hand to straighten it out for her, but she turned away and looked at Aoki Si with cold eyes.

"Why." Aokiji took his hand back awkwardly and touched his bald head: "You are suddenly so angry with me."

Qiong stared at Aoki Si without saying a word, her cheeks bulged slightly, and her bulging look made Aoki Si think she was really cute.

"Is it because I fight?" Aokiji pursed his lips, with some helplessness on his brows: "But, I also have a reason to do it. And, you also know, I am not bullying others."

Aokiji said seriously: "Although in the eyes of others, I am a bad boy. Even I think so myself sometimes, but I have never thought of using this status to bully others."

Seeing Qiong's unmoved expression, Aokiji was a little surprised. He thought that what Qiong hated most was his status as a bad boy, but now it seemed that it wasn't because of this that he was angry with him.

"As for injuries, there's no need to worry. Now I have very few people who would trouble me, and I probably won't fight casually anymore in the future." Aokiji blinked, but found that Qiong was still staring at him.

Stretching out his hand, Aokiji put his arms on the edge of the bed and dragged his chin: "Qiong, please don't be angry with me."

"I'm not angry." Qiong turned his head, looked at the wall, and said sincerely: "This is who I am. If you can't accept it, forget it!"

"Qiong!" Aokiji had a headache. He didn't know what was wrong with Qiong. Logically speaking, he had explained everything he could, but why was she still angry?

Or not angry?

If you're not angry, why are you ignoring yourself?

Aokiji was puzzled. He always felt that it was too difficult to figure out a girl's mind.

Qiong clutched the quilt tightly, her little hands turning white from the exertion: "I"

"If you have something you want, if you want me to do it, I won't understand it if you don't tell me." Aokiji stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, got closer to Qiong, and put his hand on the top of her head: "Qiong, although the time we have known each other is not long compared to real brothers and sisters. However, I really treat you as my biological sister."

"Whether it's distressing or troubled, tell me." Aokiji looked at her face seriously. From her slightly trembling little head, we could tell that she was having a fierce inner struggle at this time.

After a long time, Qiong lowered his head. For some reason, he couldn't say anything against his will at this time. He just wanted to tell his truest thoughts to Aokiji in front of him, and sighed as if he was resigned to his fate: "I"