Early the next morning, when he arrived in the classroom, Chen Shi'an brought up his uniform with Lin Meng Qiu.
"Class Monitor, I forgot to get my uniform from you last night. Did you bring it today?"
"...Yes."
Lin Meng Qiu nodded, but she remained hunched over her desk working on a test paper, making no other move.
Chen Shi'an waited a while before he couldn't help reminding her, "Then...could you give it to me?"
"...It's not like I'm not giving it back. What's the hurry?"
The Class Monitor frowned, then finally glanced around and reluctantly took out her backpack, returning the neatly folded uniform inside to Chen Shi'an.
"Thanks, Class Monitor."
Chen Shi'an picked up the uniform jacket, felt it and sniffed it, and suddenly looked a little odd.
He blinked and looked back at Lin Meng Qiu. The girl looked quite unnatural, too.
"Class Monitor..."
"...What?"
Perhaps because she felt guilty, even she failed to notice her voice rising in pitch as she answered.
"Why does my uniform smell like you?"
"...You sniffed me?"
"No, I just sniffed my uniform."
"Then why are you saying your uniform smells like me..."
"Because my uniform has the same fragrance as you, Class Monitor."
"...You sniffed me!"
"Uh...did you wear my uniform, Class Monitor?"
Already flustered with embarrassment, the girl's pretty face flushed scarlet at Chen Shi'an's blunt question.
Stinking Taoist! What kind of dog nose was that?! Creep! Creep!
"...You said yourself that night that I could borrow it to wear."
"You didn't wash it, Class Monitor?"
"I did."
"Then why..."
"It was cold last night, so I used your uniform as a cover for a bit."
"Oh, oh. Over your quilt or under it?"
"×××!"
Lin Meng Qiu was furious with him, her face red enough to bleed. Without