He pulled out a few pieces of cotton and felt them with his hands. There was no softness between his fingers, the cotton lacked elasticity, and it felt quite rough. When he forcefully tore it, the cotton split like a piece of paper, breaking instantly.
"Teacher, come closer and smell it, there's an odd odor. It's quite uncomfortable to the nose," Xiao Xian's words made Wang Haiping involuntarily take a few more glances at her. Xiao Xian? It must be Zhu Xiaoxian, the student from his class. His class has always been one of the school's top classes, and this year, the school authorities informed him that two students with special athletic skills were arranged to join their class. They were said to be specially recruited for basketball, but looking at her, she seemed like "black heart cotton," not much to see.
