Lu Zhiyan · Chat

The classroom was buzzing with noise as everyone chattered animatedly about the newly arrived exchange student, a flurry of discussion rising and falling. Beside Lu Zhiheng, a few of his buddies nudged him with their elbows, leaning in to tease him about the exchange student's looks, relentlessly egging him on and asking if he wanted to go strike up a conversation to get to know them. Lu Zhiheng leaned back against his chair, his uniform jacket draped casually over his shoulder. Not even bothering to lift his eyelids, he idly twirled a pen between his fingertips, his tone languid with a dismissive scoff. "Not interested." (Not interested) Someone still wouldn't let it drop and kept jeering, so he finally turned his head slightly, his light Hong Kong accent flat and devoid of emotion. "Chat about whatever you want, just don't drag me into it." (Chat all you want, just leave me out of it.) With that, he pulled his gaze away and looked out the window, completely disinterested in getting involved.