Looking at the grinning friend outside the door, Nan Zhihao twitched the corner of his mouth, "When did you buy cigarettes? Come on in..."
Lu Xun once said: The end of graduate school is cigarettes and alcohol.
In a highly anxious environment that requires frequent late nights, individuals lacking self-emotional relaxation ability always need to rely on external forces to relieve stress and concentrate.
So sometimes, people find it strange that there are many people in high knowledge groups who smoke, and they all have various eccentric hobbies.
"Hiss—hoo."
Li Yanghan started exhaling smoke and said with a grin to Nan Zhihao, "Brother Nan, won't you join me for one?"
Nan Zhihao shrugged, then, almost involuntarily, twitched: "Hiss...cough, I don't have a smoking addiction, I just see cigarettes as a reserve to use when I'm in a bad mood or need to energize."
Even though he said this, Nan Zhihao still couldn't help but light one up and sat opposite Li Yanghan.
