The right eye of the Yuhua Eye fortune teller was blind, radiating a dull gleam. The eye would sting upon exposure to light, thus the classroom could not be illuminated. As for the smell of his feet, it was entirely due to his personal hygiene issues.
"Ziceng, let's move towards the back," Yan Wuxu was holding his breath so much that his face turned red and his neck blue. They had come in late and all the seats by the window had been taken, so they were shoved to the front by the crowd.
The crowd behind them took a few steps back; every female student seemed to have become a cluster of winter mice huddling together for warmth, wishing to shrink into a single entity and keep as much distance from the long table as possible. Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu were now at the very tip of the human-formed "convex" structure, their movements clearly very noticeable.
