But look at Smoker's height—good lord, he wasn't even eighteen yet and was already nearly two meters tall. Comparing people really could drive one mad.
Mu Chen wasn't short now either. He was already two meters forty.
The pink-haired girl suddenly broke free from the crowd, clutching a notebook as she rushed toward Mu Chen. The wind she stirred carried the sweet scent of strawberry hair gel.
"Senior Mu Chen, please give me your autograph."
The nameplate on her chest read Hina.
Smoker hurried after her, his jitte swaying at his waist.
"Sorry, Senior. She's admired you since she was little."
Mu Chen took the notebook. A news clipping was pasted onto the title page—it was one of his old reports, and in the accompanying picture, his red eyes had been rendered like the Devil's Eye.
Mu Chen could only smile helplessly when he saw it. He had never imagined that he would one day become an idol too.
Mu Chen read out their names. "Smoker, Hina. Interesting names."
As Mu Chen spoke, he wrote his name in the notebook. Smoker's ears instantly turned red. In truth, he was also Mu Chen's fan, but he wasn't shameless enough to run up and ask for an autograph like Hina.
Hina, meanwhile, hugged the notebook and bounced in place, her twin tails brushing over Mu Chen's hand.
"Yay!"
"Hina is so happy! Haha!"
Seeing this, the other recruits also pulled out all kinds of notebooks and badges, surrounding Mu Chen. Some handed over crumpled poster paper, some raised worn jittes, and one boy even took off his hat, revealing his smooth bald head.
"Senior, please sign my head!"
Zephyr was immensely gratified by the sight, but then another thought struck him. He was going to be these people's teacher—why did none of