According to Lu Sheng's observations, Wang Dong ranked near the bottom in physical fitness among everyone on the bus.
His clothes were somewhat old-fashioned, and the large black headphones hanging around his neck made his already slender neck look as though it were shackled in a collar, making for a rather comical sight.
His features were fairly delicate, though perhaps he could still be salvaged with some careful grooming.
If that were all, he would merely have been an ordinary student who was somewhat introverted and quiet. But that utterly chuunibyou inner wish had genuinely startled him.
Lu Sheng did not think his own soul would contain such an element. So this had to have been deliberately induced by this world and had nothing to do with him.
Coming back to himself, he began to examine the others on the bus.
His cousin Zhang Qixuan, seated diagonally ahead of him on the right, wore a white T-shirt and a black pleated miniskirt. Her long, fair legs gleamed under the sunlight, their even, rounded curves making the boys around her unable to look away.
Combined with her exquisite pretty face, her lightly made-up skin was flawless and supple enough to seem as though it would break beneath a puff of air. Her long, shoulder-length hair gave off the faint fragrance of fruity shampoo.
She was one of the three prettiest girls on the bus, exceptionally eye-catching.
Lu Sheng searched through Wang Dong's memories and recalled that this cousin had apparently been told by the family to look after him during the trip.
Yet from the moment she boarded the bus until now, the girl had shown no intention of looking after him. She had not even greeted him, treating him like a stranger.
Clearly, Wang Dong's appearance and attire made her