Chapter 1 — Unique Scent

The whole school knew that Co Dien had a disease: every time she touched her, she had an allergic reaction. The beauty queen of the department accidentally touched him, causing him to get a red rash and had to be taken away by ambulance. The school's beauty queen touched him, causing him to vomit for three days, his face turning blue. The professor jokingly told him that he was born with a destiny of being FA and being lonely until old age. Co Dien didn't bother to explain. Until the opening ceremony, a girl smelling of "Luc Than perfume" fell into his arms. The whole hall held their breath waiting to see him admitted to the hospital. But he bowed his head again, his lips brushing through her hair.

“… Let me smell it a little more.”

1 September at Peking University is as hot as a steaming oven. There were thousands of freshmen inside the gym, and the air conditioning turned up to 16 degrees didn't help. The smell of sweat, sunscreen, and ink from new books blend together, making people nauseous. Tham Niem stood in the ranks of the Academy of Literature, her forehead covered in sweat. She gently pulled her collar, wanting to breathe a little easier. A girl with a ponytail standing next to her suddenly leaned closer, wrinkled her nose, and sniffed twice.

“Dude, what perfume are you wearing? It smells so good.”

Tham Niem is too familiar with this. From childhood to adulthood, she heard this sentence no less than ten thousand times. She turned her head and replied: "It's just Luc Than perfume."

“You lied to me!” The other girl looked unconvinced. "Why does Luc Than perfume smell like this? The smell on you is very special... I can't describe it, in short, I just want to smell it forever."

Tham Niem smiled without explaining. There is no clear explanation. In kindergarten, the children kept lining up to smell her. In elementary school, her homeroom teacher suspected her of stealing her mother's perfume and even called her parents. On secondary health check, the doctor thought she had some kind of metabolic disorder and withdrew several tubes of blood from her. Her high school roommate, unable to sleep in the middle of the night, crawled to the edge of her pillow to take deep breaths, scaring her and almost calling the police. Later, her mother took her to all large and small hospitals in the city for examination. The test results were the same: Completely normal. The doctor said it might be because her sweat glands secrete a special, rare scent, but it doesn't affect her health. The five words "does not affect health" are the only consolation for the whole family. As for other things - for example, growing up being considered a "portable perfume bottle" - Tham Niem had to endure it.

“Dear, can I have Wechat please?” The ponytail girl took out her phone. "Later, please send me the link to buy Luc Than perfume."

“… Really just a normal Six God type.”

“I don't care, just send it!”

Tham Niem had no choice but was about to scan the code when the gym suddenly fell silent. Everyone simultaneously closed their mouths, then looked in the same direction. Tham Niem also looked. Several people walked in through the door. In the lead was a male student, very tall, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The distance was far so I couldn't see his face clearly. But that aura... As soon as he stood there, the surrounding three-meter radius circle automatically turned into a vacuum. No one dared to come close. Even the bodyguards wearing black vests following behind had to keep a distance of half a meter.

"It's Co Dien."

“Co Dien of the Institute of Information Technology?”

"Who else dares to bring a bodyguard to school..."

“What did he come here for? Before you Have we ever participated in group activities?

“I don't know, probably out of respect for the principal, after all, his father just donated a building.”

Co Dien. Tham Niem has heard this name before. To be exact, there's no one in the whole school who hasn't heard it. The only son of the Co family - the Crown Prince of Beijing's upper class - has a congenital allergic constitution. Not a pollen allergy, not a seafood allergy, but an allergy to girls. Physically too. Can't even touch it. Last semester, there was a beauty queen who didn't believe in evil, ran to the dormitory to give him something, and deliberately touched his arm. As a result, Co Dien had a red rash all over his body on the spot, had difficulty breathing, and had to call an ambulance to be taken away. Hospitalization took three days. Last month, the school beauty "coincidentally" met him in front of the library, pretending to twist her leg, wanting him to help her. As a result, as soon as his hand touched the back of his hand, Co Dien immediately started vomiting and vomited all afternoon. The school beauty that day ran away crying. The video hung on the school forum for a week. From then on, all the girls in the school learned to be obedient. Seeing Co Dien, he automatically kept a distance of three meters. If you secretly love someone, you will secretly love them, but if you actually hospitalized someone, they can't make up for it. Tham Niem looked twice and then withdrew his gaze. Not the same world. She bowed her head and took out her phone, continuing to scan the code with her pony-tailed friend. The opening ceremony continued as scheduled. The principal spoke, the teacher representative spoke, and the student union president spoke. Tham Niem listened and felt sleepy. Last night I didn't sleep well on the train, but now I'm sleepy just standing. She secretly yawned.

“Academy of Literature, Tham Niem, please come on stage to receive the New Student Scholarship.”

Tham Niem was startled and woke up from sleep. She raised her hand: "Present!" Then sneak out from the crowd. Halfway there, my foot suddenly stepped on something. Bow your head to look — A bottle of mineral water. Before she could react, her whole body rushed forward. End of life. On the first day of school, I fell face down in front of the whole school. Like this, I won't be able to raise my head for the next four years. Instinct told her to reach out and grab something. Her right hand grabbed a corner of her shirt. Then there was the sound of "Whoosh". The sound of fabric tearing. Her whole body rushed into an embrace. Face pressed against a warm chest. The tip of his nose rubbed against the fabric of his shirt. A faint pine scent. The whole hall was quiet. Silence as a sheet. Tham Niem raised his head. Touching a pair of black eyes. Eyelashes are very long, pupils are very deep. That person was bowing his head, looking at her expressionlessly. It's Co Dien. The person who was hit was Co Dien. Done. This time it wasn't a matter of falling on your face. It's a problem that can kill people. Past rumors flashed through Tham Niem's mind - The beauty queen touched her and was hospitalized. When the school beauty touched her, she vomited for three days. What about you? She slammed her whole body into his chest. How many years will this guy go to jail? There began to be shrill screams all around.

“Fuck he touched Co Dien!”

“Quickly, quickly call the school doctor!”

“Friend Co, are you okay?”

The instructor's face was as pale as paper. He rushed forward with three steps combined into two, holding a bottle of medicine in his hand: "Co Dien! Don't move! The doctor is here now!” Co Dien immobility. He looked at the girl in his chest. Her face was pressed against his chest, he could feel her breathing. A bit rushed, a bit hot. Eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings. There was a scent on her body. Not expensive perfume. Not exactly a popular perfume. What kind of smell is it... can't describe it. Like the smell of gardenia flowers planted in the yard when I was a child. It's like the wind blowing across the lake on a summer sunset. Clean, warm, a scent that makes people want to close their eyes.