Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Zhang Qian's back was visibly straightened.

She took a deep breath and gripped Bai Li's hand tightly in return.

Then, she slowly turned her head and looked at Zhang Yan.

The woman who used to be her nightmare.

The woman who threw her schoolbag into the toilet, forced her to bark like a dog on the playground, and even caused her to drop out of school.

At this moment, Zhang Yan suddenly seemed so insignificant and ridiculous in Zhang Qian's eyes.

The cheap foundation on her face couldn't cover her large pores, and her gaudy leopard print dress looked like a circus clown's costume.

Those eyes, filled with jealousy and malice, were etched with impotent rage.

This time, Zhang Qian did not dodge.

The fear and retreat she once felt when she was bullied were gone from her eyes; instead, they were open and confident.

I'm great.

I'm very capable.

I helped my brother.

Unlike you, Zhang Yan, besides being a clown who flaunts your charms and clings to men, you are nothing.

"Zhang Yan," Zhang Qian suddenly spoke, her voice firm and clear.

"You just said that no matter how expensive the clothes are, they're still just cloth? That's right, clothes are just external things."

"But some people, if their hearts are dirty, no matter what they wear, they can't hide that stench."

Zhang Yan was so taken aback by this sudden counterattack that she was speechless for a long time.

She looked at Zhang Qian now, radiant and cherished by that outstanding man.

And what about yourself?

Not only was her boyfriend outshone, but he also had a host of venereal diseases.

"Ahhhhh!"

Zhang Yan was screaming inwardly, jealousy gnawing at her insides like a venomous snake.

She's going crazy.

On what grounds?

Why is it that this pushover, who used to be so easy to bully, now dares to climb all over me and shit on my head?!

Why was she able to turn things around?

Why is it that she can wear dresses worth tens of thousands of yuan and ride in cars worth millions?

Intense jealousy caused her to feel a surge of anger, followed by an immediate onslaught of the discomfort of her ailment.

"Hiss, I'm hooked!"

Zhang Yan gasped.

The feeling was like ants crawling on me! It was both painful and itchy.

Oh no! It's time to apply the medicine!

She hasn't dared to go to the hospital much these past few days, only getting some cheap ointment from an unlicensed clinic to apply.

If the medicine is not applied on time, the smell will become stronger.

But in order to save face for Zhao Gang, she deliberately wore such a tight-fitting short skirt, which wasn't breathable.

Right now, she's like a petri dish for bacteria, constantly fermenting.

Zhang Yan gritted her teeth, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

She wanted to scratch it, but if she did so in public, wouldn't she lose face?

But if left untreated, the itching can drive you crazy.

Worse still, as her body temperature rose, the scent that had been masked by perfume and heavy makeup began to quietly emerge.

"I...I need to use the restroom."

Zhang Yan stood up, her movement so forceful that she knocked over the vinegar dish in front of her.

She didn't even bother to wipe herself, and rushed to the private bathroom in the room.

She walked very quickly, even in a disheveled state.

Just as she passed Wang Wei's table, an indescribable smell wafted out with her movements.

It was a mixture of cheap perfume, fermenting garbage, and...

The stench of dead fish and rotten shrimp!

Holy crap!

A male student sitting by the aisle was putting a piece of fish into his mouth. The smell hit him so hard that he almost threw up his breakfast on the spot.

He covered his nose and looked around in horror:

"Zhao Gang, what the hell did you order for seafood? It smells like rotten fish and shrimp!"

"Yeah, the hotel's hygiene is terrible!"

"Ugh...it stings my eyes a bit."

The students covered their mouths and noses, fanned themselves with their hands, and frowned so deeply they could have trapped flies.

Zhao Gang's heart skipped a beat; this smell...

Isn't it the kind that I often smell?

His face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively scratched himself again, the bad premonition growing stronger and stronger.

Xia Qing, sitting next to Zhang Yan, was the biggest victim at that moment.

After Zhang Yan left, the scent didn't dissipate; instead, it became richer and more distinct because the perfume was no longer there to mask it.

Xia Qing frowned and glanced down at Zhang Yan's chair.

There was something on the chair that looked like green chewing gum.

But it had an eerie luster.

Xia Qing curiously leaned closer and took a sniff.

next second.

"Holy crap!!!"

Xia Qing seemed to have a spring under her buttocks, and she bounced up from her seat, backing away until she bumped into the wall behind her before stopping.

She pointed at the chair, her face deathly pale, as if she had seen a biological weapon:

"Why does it smell so bad?! What is that thing?!"

All eyes in the room instantly focused on that chair.

That green object silently radiated its power.

The taste is even better than an old lady's crotch.

"Ugh—" Xia Qing couldn't hold back any longer and covered her mouth, dry heaving.

"This is disgusting! Zhao Gang, have you ever stuffed leather shoes with your stuffing? How can you smell this bad!"

"You two... are you playing these tricks?"

Zhao Gang could no longer sit still.

Recalling what happened last night, he couldn't help but wipe his mouth...

What's going on with his girlfriend whom he's so proud of, the person he's planning to marry?

Why would something like this appear?

And it smells so bad?

"I...I didn't stuff my shoes in..." Zhao Gang stammered, trying to explain, but found himself unable to find any explanation.

He felt the itching of the blisters become more intense, and even started to ache slightly.

Bai Li sat opposite, watching the excitement unfold!

"It has to be you again...Breaking Bad's Zhao Gang..."

"You were always stirring up trouble back in high school, and now you're still denying it?!"

Wang Wei was laughing so hard he was almost passing out, and he kept giving Bai Li a thumbs up.

Just then, Zhang Yan's phone, which was on the table, suddenly lit up.

She probably forgot her phone because she was in such a hurry.

An unread text message popped up on the screen.

Bai Li wasn't far away; he only glanced at it casually before he could clearly see the words.

The sender's note reads: "Homeless man, Grandpa Wang".

[Little Yan, you were really awesome under the bridge the other night! You even gave us free steamed buns. Are you coming back to the bridge tonight? We brothers all miss you!]

Bai Li raised an eyebrow slightly.

Good guy.

Oh, it's a bus...

No, it should be called a garbage truck.

They don't even spare the homeless?

This is going to be interesting.