Dumb Boy: The Devil's Boss Airborne

She has been looking for the most suitable time to showdown with Claude. When she learned that Shui Yuntian had to return late because of work, Mu Ran suddenly felt that the opportunity she wanted had come.She didn't feel any embarrassment or awkwardness because she had to be alone in the room with Claude, but Mu Ran somehow felt an unconcealable excitement.

"Um... You've been on vacation for so long, are you really okay with your work?" After thinking about it, considering that he and Claude are not familiar after all, Mu Ran still chose the simplest and direct opening statement.It is really a technical job not to speak too directly, but also not to be so subtle that the other party does not understand your intentions.

"That's right...Since Shui Yuntian didn't ask me, you probably don't know..." Claude looked at Mu Ran meaningfully, and then continued to speak. "I'm free now." It's okay if Claude didn't say anything, Mu Ran was so scared that he almost didn't have a cardiac arrest, and because of this, he became more and more suspicious of Claude's real purpose of living here.

"Ah?" He opened his mouth for a long time and didn't know what to say. Mu Ran even felt that his current feelings could be described as "almost desperate".

"Don't look at me with that expression... Don't worry, I won't stay here." Seeing through Mu Ran's careful thinking, Claude raised the corner of his mouth and took out a cigarette.Although I have lived with Claude for a few days, it is the first time I have seen him smoking a cigarette.

"You...can you smoke?" Mu Ran stared at Claude as if he was looking at a monster.

"What? Is smoke a poisonous weed? Why do you see my expression as if I'm taking drugs?" Claude wrinkled his nose dissatisfiedly, and gently shook his blond hair.

"Isn't a perfumer required to have a keen sense of smell? Things like tobacco should have an effect on the sense of smell..." Mu Ran spoke cautiously, relying on his only knowledge of the unfamiliar profession.

"Did you say that after hearing the news on the Internet that members of the French perfumer family can identify more than 3000 scents with their keen sense of smell?" Claude shrugged his eyebrows. "I can tell you, that's pure bullshit."

"Hey... you say that's not good for you? Maybe it's because you are not good enough, so you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour..." Obviously dissatisfied with Claude's arrogant attitude, Mu Ran whispered .

"I didn't say that out of jealousy." Claude smiled and slowly blew a puff of smoke towards Mu Ran, causing Mu Ran to cough. "What? Can't bear it just at this level? I really doubt how you can be with Shui Yuntian..." Feeling a little unbelievable, Claude couldn't help shaking his head.

"He doesn't smoke anymore." Being ridiculed by Claude, Mu Ran hastily retorted instinctively.

"Huh? That's weird... Could it be because of you? Can't tell, you're pretty good at it." The astonished attitude was just fleeting and didn't last long, and Claude squeezed at Mu Ran through the smoke. I squeezed my eyes.

"Can you stop talking about this first, and tell me why you said that first, okay?" I became very curious about the strange and mysterious profession of perfumer, and it was also because it was a little strange for Claude to say that. Sorry, Muran begged Claude.

"Okay, since your attitude still satisfies me, let me tell you about my understanding of this profession." Claude took the last puff of his cigarette, and choked out the cigarette butt in the In Shui Yuntian's craft ashtray that had been left unused for a long time.

"Although noses are indeed very important to perfumers, we are not police dogs specially used to smell smells after all. Most of the scents we mix are to meet the needs of ordinary people in general situations, not for a few people in their own A demand in the inner circle. Didn't someone say that perfumery is not so much about using the nose to work as it is using the brain? A good memory and sense of smell can be icing on the cake, but we are human and serve most people, A person who creates a wonderful experience, not a dog with the difference between ordinary and 'famous breed'." Claude said a lot in one breath, and Mu Ran was a little dazed.

Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of Claude's words, Mu Ran sadly developed such a trace of admiration for this suspected love rival... "So, can ordinary people also be perfumers?" Mu Ran Can't help but ask Claude like this.

"Of course, we are just ordinary people. However, not everyone can become a qualified perfumer. It is not difficult to have a normal sense of smell. The difficulty is that you need to master the knowledge of chemistry accurately, and you have to endure the initial fragrance. These are all fine, if you want to become a real perfumer, sensitivity and a little inspiration are also necessary..." Feeling that he seemed to be a bit far away, Claude suddenly stopped and looked at Mu Of course.

"You...why are you looking at me like that?" Mu Ran's voice was even a little trembling when Claude saw him flustered.

"I think, you gave me some inspiration... No, I must seize this precious inspiration, and never let it slip away like this..." Claude said to himself like a lunatic, He suddenly started running wildly again, and got into the room that was temporarily assigned to him.

Originally, he wanted to get some news that might be beneficial to him from Claude, but Mu Ran didn't expect that Claude would leave him inexplicably like a mentally ill person and run back to his room.Half a day later, I still felt dizzy as if I had been brainwashed by Claude. Mu Ran's mind was still only thinking about fragrances, spices, and even the long speech that Claude just had.

I also felt that I was a bit of a failure. Wanting to relax my mind a little bit, Mu Ran finally chose the job he was good at - feeding hamsters.Before interacting with the hamster for a long time, Claude's scream came from behind Muran.

"What's that?" After screaming, Claude fixed his eyes on the hamster in Muran's hand.

"It's a hamster." Thinking that Claude didn't know this kind of animal, Mu Ran looked at the little thing in his hand and answered honestly.

"So... it's not a mouse?" Claude looked at Mu Ran suspiciously, then at the hamster in Mu Ran's hand, shrinking his neck slightly.

"Are you... afraid of it?" Mu Ran looked at Claude in disbelief.From Mu Ran's understanding, I really don't understand how anyone would be afraid of such a timid and cute creature like a hamster.