Finally, Chi Yu found some peace and inadvertently turned her gaze toward Cheng Huai.
No matter how she looked at him, she couldn't discern any unique charm. Sure, he was decently handsome, but not to the extent of driving the entire base's girls to madness, was he?
It was still the same logic—those who feast on delicacies daily could never comprehend the longing for handsome faces among ordinary people.
After sitting for half an hour, Chi Yu felt all discomfort fade away.
She stood, stretched her limbs, and decided to rejoin the group.
Just then, someone stormed toward her with obvious irritation.
Cui Xian, her face cold, blocked Chi Yu's path and fired off a question rapidly, "Yan Ling and that guy from your class with the surname Jin got into a fight and were put in solitary confinement. Did you know?"
Chi Yu recognized her as the oddball from the morning.