"This blanket appears new, but it doesn't feel like cotton!"
"Don't tell me they've changed the filling?" muttered the class monitor. As he spoke, he glanced at the instructor and Wu Jianfeng.
"You'll find out soon enough," Wu Jianfeng said, walking directly toward Wang Ye's bed.
Upon closer inspection of Class 5's dormitory, one could clearly see three distinct grades of blankets on the beds.
The quilt on the left side of the door was folded the best, with neatly arranged filling. However, despite its appearance, it seemed to be an old quilt, most likely Ye Sanshi's bed.
As for the remaining blankets, Wang Ye's stood out as the most beautiful.
Although it was slightly inflated, the shape and edges of the filling were still well-defined.
