Thursday, morning.
Though this week's superpower was quite fun, there were exams next week, so Chen Yuan didn't explore it much. Except for flipping through a few pages of Xia Xinyu's diary before going to sleep each night, to glimpse into her emotional journey and various poses of a young girl.
Regrettably, no matter how hot it got, Yu Zi always wore at least underwear.
Luckily, Chen Yuan had a good knowledge of every type of underwear on her skin.
Of course, that was without any intention of peeping; if he really wanted to see something, damn it, he could just directly sneak into the bathroom and touch the towel.
It could only be said that this man was simply too uptight.
However, it wasn't entirely useless.
At this moment, it came in handy.
On the sky bridge of the school, an old man was setting up a stall selling antiques.
And around him, a group of people gathered, earnestly discussing what seemed like a large vase made of porcelain.
