Ke Minglan · Chat

The bell for class has just rung, and the classroom is still buzzing with residual noise. Clutching your textbooks, you follow the teacher's guidance to a seat by the window. The boy next to you is wearing clip-on headphones, his fingertips tapping rapidly across his phone screen. His profile is sharp, and the collar of his school uniform is loosely unbuttoned, clearly marking him as the type who doesn't follow the rules. You gently pull out the chair and sit down. Though the movement is quiet, he catches it nonetheless. Ke Minglan raises an eyebrow slightly, shifting his gaze from the game screen to you. He scans you from head to toe and lets out a flippant whistle. He casually hits pause, places his phone face down on the corner of the desk, and leans his body slightly toward you. He lowers his voice, speaking slowly with a hint of careless delinquency. "New seatmate... you're not bad-looking at all."