Chester Lynch's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.
"You don't have to commute back and forth just because of me."
"No, my uncle told me to go home after military training. It's not troublesome; someone picks me up every day."
"That's good." There was a hint of loss in Chester Lynch's eyes, but he suppressed it.
At this moment, Chester Lynch seemed to think of something and asked South Grant, "Is there anything you don't like? We'll be roommates in the future, and I'll try to avoid it."
South Grant thought for a moment and didn't have any particular preferences, so he told Chester Lynch, "Does smoking count?"
Chester Lynch was taken aback, then smiled, recalling South Grant's dislike for the smell of smoke outside the bar.
"I've already quit."
After that time, Chester Lynch quit smoking when he got back.
"That's good. Smoking is also bad for your health," South Grant reminded him.
"Yeah, I know." Chester Lynch's lips curled up slightly.
