“Is she our friend from the orphanage too?” Max mumbled to himself.

He started to dig through his memories, trying to think of any fragments related to this beautiful girl.

Still donning the pretentiously polite yet smug smile on his face, he looked at Charlie and said, “Hey, you’re Charlie, right? Long time no see!”

Charlie grinned and said, “Butt Trumpet?”

Butt Trumpet was Max’s nickname back when they were in the orphanage. He used to be a chubby glutton who farted a lot, and more importantly, he farted wherever he went and whenever he felt like it. He would fart in classes, during game times, during meals, and when sleeping.

At that time, everyone was troubled and in misery due to his farts, hence the nickname—Butt Trumpet.

Max’s face turned green when he heard Charlie mention his nickname, but before he could say anything, a young man behind him chided indignantly, “Hey, Charlie, watch your tongue! How dare you embarrass our Manager Wyatt right in front of everyone? Max is n