Jasmine Fragrance
People who are arrogant generally dislike those who are just as arrogant as themselves, or even more arrogant. This is merely a general observation, not Zhu Juntang's personal insight, because the words "fairy" and "arrogant" should not be associated.
In short, Zhu Juntang thought Liu Chang'an was arrogant enough, and it was quite satisfying to see such an arrogant guy get his comeuppance.
He couldn't possibly kill her just because she vomited orange juice all over him, could he?
Zhu Juntang was a little worried that he would pick up his own orange juice and pour it on her.
Liu Chang'an didn't do that; he wouldn't waste his orange juice like that.
Zhu Juntang quickly threw away the orange juice in her hand.
What a waste! Yan Qingcheng shook her head. Ordinary orange juice costs three yuan, and a slightly more expensive freshly squeezed orange juice in the supermarket costs thirty yuan, let alone the kind Zhu Juntang is drinking.
"Do you think I'm going to open the bottle and pour orange juice over your head?" Liu Chang'an looked calmly at Zhu Juntang.
"You can't!" Zhu Juntang quickly put her hands in front of her chest, gently reassuring Liu Chang'an from a distance, trying to calm him down.
"Of course not." Liu Chang'an said, standing up. "I'm going to wash my hands."
Zhu Juntang watched Liu Chang'an walk out of the classroom, blinking in surprise. Was Liu Chang'an really that easy to talk to?
"It's none of my business," Zhu Juntang said, turning her head to Yan Qingcheng.
Yan Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and shook her head. She didn't know why Zhu Juntang wanted to ask her, nor did she have any objective stance. She just didn't really want to talk to Zhu Juntang.
Zhu Juntang didn't actually seek Yan Qingcheng's support. Then she saw Liu Chang'an walk in, wiping himself with a pack of tissues in one hand and a bottle of jasmine tea in the other.
"Would you like some orange juice?" Liu Chang'an handed the orange juice he had left on his seat to Zhu Juntang.
Zhu Juntang looked at Liu Chang'an suspiciously, then shook her head. She then thought that although Liu Chang'an was suspicious, refusing him after she had made the first move might cause trouble. So she pointed to the jasmine tea in Liu Chang'an's hand, "I'll drink this."
Liu Chang'an hesitated for a moment, then handed the jasmine tea in his hand to Zhu Juntang, and opened the orange juice for himself to drink.
Zhu Juntang carefully examined the beverage bottle, squeezed it, and rotated it to make sure the cap was intact before opening it and drinking from it.
"I bought it from a vending machine outside," Liu Chang'an said casually.
"I rarely drink such cheap beverages." Zhu Juntang took another sip. Most of her affordable purchases were made with Qin Yanan, because Qin Yanan would often buy food and drinks from roadside vendors and give them to Zhu Juntang.
How does it taste?
"Generally speaking, this jasmine tea is obviously made with artificial flavoring; the aroma isn't very fresh and natural." Zhu Juntang tasted it again, tightened the cap, and decided not to drink any more; she had already been very accommodating to Liu Chang'an.
Liu Chang'an took it, flipped through it, and said in surprise, "It really does contain edible flavoring. You actually knew about this?"
"That's common sense," Zhu Juntang said with a hint of smugness.
"Do you know 3-methylindole? Its molecular formula is C9H9N." Liu Chang'an casually wrote down a molecular formula and showed it to Zhu Juntang.
"I know all these letters and numbers. I know half of these two words, Yinduo. I guess the pronunciation of half of them is about the same." Zhu Juntang frowned, who knows these messy things!
"You're so clever, their pronunciations are indeed based on half of each character," Liu Chang'an said admiringly.
"My chemistry is alright," Zhu Juntang admitted modestly.
"3-Methylindole is widely found in feces, sweet root, camphor wood, tar, and other substances, and can also be extracted from feces," Liu Chang'an continued.
"Are you going to give me a chemistry lesson?" Zhu Juntang looked at Liu Chang'an with a puzzled expression, gently patting the table with both hands, and then spreading her legs apart under the desk to show that she was quite uninterested.
"3-Methylindole has a fecal odor, so it's also called skatole. When it's too concentrated, it makes people nauseous. But after it's diluted, guess what it smells like?"
"A less stinky smell?" Zhu Juntang frowned.
No, it smells like jasmine.
"Um?"
"Jasmine scent."
"You..."
"That's right, the flavoring added to the jasmine tea you just drank is made from diluted skatole. How about that? Did you learn something new?"
"Liu Chang'an... you you you..." Zhu Juntang didn't have time to settle scores with Liu Chang'an. She hurriedly ran out of the classroom, skipping class, feeling disgusted as if she were about to die.
"Really... so pretentious." Liu Chang'an shook his head. He wasn't lying to Zhu Juntang, but any science student with a modicum of sense would know that since the raw materials for matter are widely available, it's impossible to collect excrement everywhere to extract them, because the cost of collecting and storing materials is too high, the pollution is too great, and the waste disposal is too troublesome.
Most people would just consider it an interesting tidbit of knowledge, but only a fairy like Zhu Juntang would feel as if she had eaten shit when she heard that what she ate was associated with the word "feces".
How pretentious! Liu Chang'an started drinking orange juice.
"Are you telling the truth?" Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, you've been eavesdropping on our conversation." Liu Chang'an nodded. "Really."
Yan Qingcheng's cheeks flushed slightly, and she was also very glad that she had brought a bottle of water... But this person was really disgusting. Many girls are naturally germaphobic, let alone a rich heiress like Zhu Juntang... He actually fed someone shit, that's probably what Zhu Juntang thought.
After the second class ended, Zhu Juntang was nowhere to be seen. Liu Chang'an went to his dormitory to change his clothes and attended three or four more classes before finally receiving three text messages from Zhu Juntang at noon.
"ヽ(#`Д′)?┌┛"
"╰(‵□′)╯"
"ヽ(≧□≦)ノ,╰_╯"
Not cute at all, looks like a fool. Liu Chang'an went to eat.
There were no classes in the afternoon, and it started raining again. Liu Chang'an didn't bring an umbrella and didn't mind getting wet, but he planned to go to the library to read. He couldn't just sit there dripping wet while reading, or the cleaning lady would inevitably complain that he was like a kappa carrying a puddle of water everywhere.
Rainy days are a time for guests to linger... This rain doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, so Liu Chang'an thought he might as well go home. He casually walked out of the school and passed by the faculty and staff activity center, only to see two people sitting outside playing chess without umbrellas or raincoats.
The chessboard was carved into the stone table. The spirit these two had for winning was truly astonishing, so Liu Chang'an went over to take a look.
It turned out to be Xu Zhancheng and Ren Changhong.