Jiang Xia shifted his gaze slightly and looked at the man seated next to the short-haired woman.
A moment later, a flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes.
The man wore a knit cap and had a sharp, monkey-like face, with somewhat mean-looking brows and eyes.
As soon as the plane leveled out, he shook a cigarette from its pack, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a click.
Oya Kazuyo took a comfortable drag of his cigarette.
Just then, he noticed a male high school student diagonally ahead of him looking at him across the aisle with some surprise.
Oya Kazuyo snorted inwardly, guessing that this meddlesome student was trying to remind him with his eyes that this was not a smoking area.
And it really was not a smoking area.
But in Oya Kazuyo's experience, as long as he scared off anyone who meddled, he could smoke anywhere.
Thinking this, he took a deep drag, then suddenly blew the smoke at Jiang Xia and took the initiative to berate him. "What are you looking at? Never seen a cigarette before?"
Only then did Jiang Xia snap back to his senses. Seeing the man's smoke-yellowed teeth, he leaned back and coughed, clearing the smoke that had drifted into his nose and mouth.
Oya Kazuyo thought he had choked on it and burst into laughter. "You really have never smoked, huh, little brat? Looks like you're usually a good student—tsk, tsk. You follow the rules so closely that teachers might praise you at school, but once you enter society, you'll learn what it means to have 'no future.'"
Jiang Xia seemed to become even more certain of something. He gave the man a complicated look, then silently withdrew his gaze.
Seven or eight meters away.
Okiya Subaru