41: The female teacher on the floor.

Wang Fugui stood there in a daze, looking at the "silkworm cocoon" wrapped in a thin quilt in the middle of the floor bed, his mind a complete mess.

A musky smell?

He lifted his arm and sniffed hard under his nose. Aside from the smell of sweat, there was only the scent of soap. Where was the musk? Could it be that orchid fragrance from Supervisor Chen's office? But that was clearly a pleasant scent.

He couldn't figure it out, and he felt a stifling sense of frustration in his heart. I worked so hard to learn how to read, wasn't it just so you, Silly, could have a proper place to shower and use the toilet in the future? Why am I being kicked to the floor to sleep now that I'm back?

What kind of mess is this?

Wang Fugui sighed and resignedly lay down at the other end of the floor bed. He stared at the single, dim yellow light bulb on the ceiling, still clutching that crumpled notebook. The characters on it twisted like earthworms in his eyes, making his head spin.

No! I must become that deputy supervisor!

For Little Grass to live in a room with a toilet, and for me to be able to sleep back in a bed! This thought took root in his mind, firmer than the crooked-neck tree at the village entrance.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Just as he was glaring fiercely at that incomprehensible book, there was a sudden knock on the worn wooden door. The sound was light, yet exceptionally clear in the silent night.

Wang Fugui sat up with a start, wondering what time it was and who would come to this dump.

He climbed up warily, crept to the door, and peeked out through the crack. The person standing there made his heart, which had just ignited with fighting spirit, nearly stop beating.

It was Chen Yun.

She had changed out of her professional attire and was wearing an elegant dress. Holding a stack of documents, she stood gracefully outside the door. That face, which was always as cold as frost, actually carried a hint of an unnatural blush at this moment.

"I'm here to give you a makeup lesson." Seeing movement in the room, she spoke up, her tone trying its best to maintain its usual coldness.

Wang Fugui's head buzzed, and he was completely stunned. A makeup lesson? Chasing him all the way to this utility room for a lesson?

Before he could react, he felt a cold gaze pierce his back. At some point, the "silkworm cocoon" on the bed had split open a crack, and a pair of bright, black eyes peered out, filled with vigilance and undisguised hostility.

Sandwiched between the two women, Wang Fugui felt this was more exhausting than carrying two hundred pounds of cement bags.

He steeled himself and pulled open the door. Chen Yun, carrying the documents, squeezed inside.

The utility room was already cramped; Wang Fugui felt it was tight even living alone. As soon as Chen Yun entered, that sophisticated orchid fragrance instantly filled the space, clashing abruptly with the strong, natural masculine scent on Wang Fugui, before quickly blending together.

The air seemed to turn thick in an instant, and even breathing it into his lungs brought a restless heat that made his heart flutter.

"Sit on the floor, it's easier for me to see." Chen Yun's breathing was a bit ragged. She didn't dare look at the bulge on the bed and forced herself to focus on Wang Fugui's upper body.

Wang Fugui gave an "oh" and sat cross-legged on the floor bed, spreading out his notebook.

Chen Yun didn't look for a place to sit; instead, she squatted down directly beside him. This posture forced her to be very close, the hem of her dress brushing against Wang Fugui's sturdy calves, bringing a faint itch.

Wang Fugui's massive frame was like a natural furnace, constantly radiating thirty-eight degrees of heat. That heat, mixed with hormones he himself was entirely unaware of, roasted Chen Yun's nerves through every possible opening.

Her cheeks grew redder, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

"This... this is the 'Wastage Rate'." She extended a finger, pointing at the report, but her lily-white fingertip was trembling slightly. Her voice had also lost its usual sharpness, becoming soft and sweet.

Wang Fu... gui... This voice made Lin Xiaocao, who was pretending to sleep on the bed, burn with jealousy. Her fingers gripping the corner of the quilt turned white. Listening to Chen Yun's clearly altered tone, and then to Wang Fugui's simple-minded questions and answers, the sourness in her heart kept bubbling up.

That fox spirit!

She quietly and soundlessly lifted a corner of the quilt, extending a smooth, white little foot. She groped around and accurately hooked Wang Fugui's wide pant leg with her toes, then, with an air of declaring sovereignty, rubbed it back and forth with moderate pressure.

Wang Fugui's body suddenly stiffened.

A strange sensation came from his pant leg—itchy, tingly, and it was moving!

Was it a mouse? Or had the cockroaches in the south grown this big?

Alarm bells rang in his head. His muscles tightened instantly, and bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. But Chen Yun was squatting right next to him; if he suddenly jumped up, he might scare this female supervisor out of her wits.

He didn't dare move and could only hold his body stiff, letting that "bug" wreak havoc on his pant leg.

Chen Yun's throat was dry from teaching, and she felt she was about to lose her composure. The scent on Wang Fugui was ten times stronger than in the office, like a pot of boiling strong liquor, making her dizzy and her body go soft.

She hurriedly finished the last page and practically fled in panic.

"That's all for now! Study it more yourself!" She threw out a sentence, turned, and rushed out of the utility room, her back showing a hint of embarrassment.

The door shut with a "bang."

Before Wang Fugui could breathe a sigh of relief, Lin Xiaocao on the bed suddenly lunged down from the quilt like a provoked little leopard, throwing herself directly into his arms.

Wang Fugui was knocked back a step by her impact and instinctively reached out to hold her.

Lin Xiaocao, however, wrapped her arms around his neck without a word. Like a puppy, she frantically sniffed and rubbed against him, from his collar to his chest, trying to use the faint, clean scent of soap on her body to cover up that pungent orchid smell.

"What are you doing? That tickles!" Wang Fugui was caught between laughter and tears by her rubbing.

Lin Xiaocao suddenly looked up, opened her mouth, and gave him a moderate bite on the side of his neck.

"Hiss~" Wang Fugui winced in pain.

Lin Xiaocao's eyes were red, and her voice carried a hint of a wronged sob and an unquestionable dominance.

"You're not allowed to be stained with anyone else's scent!"

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten.

The few rusty loudspeakers in the factory area suddenly blared without warning. After a piercing static sound, the Factory Director's energetic, raspy voice came through.

"Emergency notice! Emergency notice! All employees attention, all employees attention!"

"The rules for the deputy supervisor competition are officially announced! This selection will adopt a combination of a written test and a democratic vote! At nine o'clock this morning, everyone gather at the large playground for a public session!"