A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

"Nuan Nuan, why do you look so listless?"

Shen Ye turned his head to look at Lin Chunuan, who was walking beside him and yawning constantly.

Although the winter morning was cold, the sunlight was exceptionally clear.

Lin Chunuan covered her mouth with the back of her hand, a tear welling up in the corner of her eye. She looked listless, like a wilted eggplant.

"Hmm..." she responded listlessly, her steps unsteady.

Shen Ye frowned.

"Didn't sleep well last night?"

Lin Chunuan paused for a moment.

last night......

She really didn't sleep well.

I sneaked into the room in the middle of the night to take measurements, and after finally falling asleep, I had some strange dreams.

I dreamt that my brother discovered the things she had secretly ordered and looked at her with that incontinent look in his eyes.

In her dream, she cried and explained that she just loved her brother too much.

Then my brother asked if I wanted to experience the real thing...

She said she wanted to...

I woke up to find the sheets ruined again...

"Warm and cozy?"

Shen Ye's voice interrupted her reminiscence.

Lin Chunuan snapped out of her daze and met his concerned gaze, feeling a little guilty.

"N-no, no..." She rubbed her eyes and made an excuse, "I had a nightmare last night and didn't sleep well."

After listening, Shen Ye reached out and rubbed her head.

"What nightmare did you have?"

"Hmm..." Lin Chunuan's eyes darted around. "I forgot."

"How can I know it's a nightmare if I forget you?"

"It's just... I forgot the contents when I woke up, but the memories were terrifying..." Lin Chunuan's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a mumble.

It was really scary; in my dream, I almost...

"Alright, go to bed early tonight, don't stay up late."

"oh..."

The two walked to the stairwell and stopped at the door of Class 1.

Shen Ye patted Lin Chunuan's head: "Go to Class 5."

Lin Chunuan nodded and walked towards Class 5. Her back looked a little listless and lacked energy.

Shen Ye turned around, pushed open the door to Class One, and returned to his seat.

Mu Jingyan, who was standing next to her, had already arrived and was leaning back in her chair, leisurely drinking hot water from her thermos.

She wore a light blue sweater today, with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing her fair and slender wrists.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she looked very relaxed.

After Shen Ye sat down, he glanced at the desk.

The black and white scarf still lay quietly at the intersection of the two tables.

The exact same position and the exact same folding method as yesterday.

It looked as if it had never been touched.

Shen Ye raised an eyebrow.

This guy really didn't take it?

He turned his head and looked at Xiang Mujingyan.

"You didn't take it?"

Mu Jingyan paused in her drinking, then put down the thermos and turned to look at him.

Her expression was calm, with a faint smile on her face: "Why should I take it?"

She said haughtily, "I dislike anything you've worn."

Shen Ye: "..."

This guy is surprisingly calm.

Shen Ye was somewhat surprised.

He had assumed that Mu Jingyan would secretly take the scarf away last night.

After all... he deliberately didn't take it with him, just to give her a chance.

Surprisingly, she really didn't move.

Is he overthinking it?

A feeling of boredom welled up in Shen Ye's heart.

Pshaw, that's boring.

Shen Ye reached out and pulled the scarf over, preparing to put it back around his neck.

He wrapped the scarf around his neck, again and again.

But as he walked around in circles, he felt something was off.

This scarf... why does it smell so good?

Shen Ye stopped moving.

He brought the scarf to his nose and sniffed it carefully.

A faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

It's very faint; you can barely detect it unless you smell it carefully.

But it does exist. That fresh, slightly sweet aroma...

It smelled exactly like Mu Jingyan.

Shen Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Xiang Mujingyan with suspicion.

Mu Jingyan's hand holding the cup trembled as he stared at her, and she almost spilled the hot water.

Her eyes involuntarily darted away, her gaze drifting towards the window.

He didn't figure it out, did he?

impossible!

He left long ago yesterday, and there was no one else in the classroom, so it's impossible for anyone to have seen her wearing a scarf.

He's definitely bluffing me.

Yes, that must be it.

Mu Jingyan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, turned her head, and met Shen Ye's gaze firmly.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of provocation.

Shen Ye looked at her calm and composed demeanor with some confusion.

You really didn't take it?

But the scent on the scarf...

He thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Why does this scarf smell so good?"

"How would I know?" Mu Jingyan said calmly, "Why are you asking me about your own things?"

"Strange..." Shen Ye muttered, but did not press the matter further.

But his gaze still kept drifting towards Mu Jingyan.

Mu Jingyan felt uncomfortable under his gaze and could only lower her head and pretend to read a book.

In his mind, however, he was furiously complaining: How come this guy's nose is as sensitive as Huanhuan's?!

The two remained silent, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.