At sixteen, while other kids trembled when called to the office by a teacher, Xu Qingfan was already bold enough to ask the principal for a cigarette.
The gap between people was sometimes even bigger than the one between cats.
Everyone knew a cat's reaction speed was seven times that of another cat.
He picked up his phone and took a picture of Huazi. He sent it, along with the one he just took in the office, to their six-person group chat.
[This principal, really something. Keeps giving me cigarettes. Doesn't he know this stud is allergic to smoke?!]
[?] x5
Pretty soon, a bunch of submerged girls sprang to life.
Xu Qingfan looked at the flood of question marks and chuckled as he put away both his phone and the cigarettes.
"Spent sixty bucks, so it's not too much to ask Old Deng, the principal, for a smoke, is it?" Under the clear moonlight, the boy kicked a pebble on the road, mumbling to himself.
What bad intentions could Xu Qingfan have?
