Comfort

Tuesday afternoon.

Cui Yu strode past the back row in high spirits. He could not suppress his smile; the corners of his mouth were wildly turned up on his slightly sleazy, gaunt face. His lean body trembled faintly with excitement.

Wang Longlong, Ma Shicheng, and Shan Kaiquan were all drawn in by his expression.

They heard Cui Yu speak in a trembling voice, his tone completely changed. "Brothers, she smells so good!"

"I met her again at noon. Her scent made me never want to leave. I'm obsessed, brothers." As Cui Yu said this, he seemed to recall their meeting, his expression deeply intoxicated.

The guys in the back row were all left dumbfounded.

Wang Longlong waved a hand in front of him. "Yu Zi, snap out of it! Snap out of it!"

Cui Yu said, "But she really smells so good."

Ma Shicheng said, "Are you ever going to stop?"

Seeing that his brothers did not understand him, Cui Yu smacked his lips, shook his head, and walked away.

He did not return to his seat. That tiny desk could not contain his restless heart, so he ran out into the wider world.

Guo Kunnan speculated from behind, "Damn, how does Cui Yu know what she smells like? He must've gotten up close with her!"

The thought made Guo Kunnan incredibly jealous. He wanted a sweet-smelling girl too.

"You only notice a girl's scent when you really like her. Damn it!" Guo Kunnan wanted to pound the desk.

At that moment, Meng Gui entered the classroom with ten centimeters of gelled-up hair.

Cui Yu's triumphant glow had not rubbed off on his good friend Meng Gui. All it left him with was resentment.

Meng Gui, usually indifferent to fame and fortune and always striving to emulate a sage, was