"Senior Hai Na?"
Iver was somewhat surprised. "What a coincidence?"
He knew that Hai Na had come from a small place, probably a town where commerce was not very developed.
The best evidence was that she did not know how to apply makeup and barely understood skincare or fashion.
Hai Na was pursued by so many classmates purely because she had such good natural features. Her usual outfit was nothing more than a light-brown shirt paired with a brown leather vest. The only thing that could be called jewelry was a leather wrist guard embroidered with a diamond-shaped pattern.
Forget girls—even these days, boys wouldn't go out dressed like that. She looked more like a mercenary or explorer who had ventured into some remote region hundreds of years ago.
But he had never expected his biological father, Julio, to come from the same place.
"It wasn't a coincidence..."
Sherlock's eyes were vacant, and his face had even turned somewhat pale. He staggered to the table and rummaged through the honey jar on his own. "Where's the honey...?"
"Do you have low blood sugar, Sherlock?"
Ms. Mina was the first to react. She poured Sherlock a cup of slightly warm black tea, then added several spoonfuls of honey.
Sherlock downed it in one go, exhaled deeply, and then collapsed into a chair. The others said nothing. They merely raised their heads and stared at him in silence.
It took quite a while before he recovered.
Sherlock leaned back slightly and instinctively reached toward the pocket over his chest—there should have been a pocket there, containing his cigars or cigarettes. But now, his hand found nothing.
"Why are you all staring at me?"
He spoke coldly, apparently trying to ease the awkwardness.
Seeing that familiar attitude, Iver knew he was truly all