To document Fujii, Shinomiya had even asked about the time he wet the bed in kindergarten.
In the end, Shinomiya reached a conclusion: this guy was an ultimate chain smoker.
He had naturally strong lungs, but instead of using them for exercise, he used them for smoking.
Advanced Nurturing was practically a rehab center to him, and the school knew about his situation.
As long as the other students did not find out, they let him smoke.
What he usually enjoyed was hanging around teachers who smoked and inhaling secondhand smoke.
The school sold cigarettes, but not to students.
Of course, if you had enough points, the clerks would secretly sell them to you.
Shinomiya had already bought a pack.
He really loved the rule that points could buy anything.
If he wanted Fujii to do something, one cigarette was enough.
Thinking back, Shinomiya had taken out a cigarette, and Fujii's eyes immediately lit up. His nose kept twitching, and his throat bobbed.
"Brother Shinomiya, it feels like ants are crawling all over me. I'm suffering. I just need one cigarette, just one!"
Fujii scratched at himself, constantly twisting around as he begged Shinomiya.
Shinomiya held the cigarette beneath Fujii's nose, then pulled it away. Fujii followed its movement.
"Want it?" Shinomiya tempted him.
"Mm! Mm! I do!" Fujii nodded furiously, staring longingly at the cigarette in Shinomiya's hand.
"Then take it!" Shinomiya tossed the cigarette away.
Like a cheetah pouncing on prey, Fujii instantly caught it in his mouth.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.
Click!
The lighter ignited the cigarette.
Inhale...!
Exhale...!
Shinomiya still rationed the cigarettes, one at a time.
Fujii's knees now jutted forward while his upper body leaned back, as though he could topple over at any moment, yet he never