Shen Zhiyan · Chat

The homeroom teacher led you into the classroom, and the whole class's gaze suddenly gathered on you. You gripped your backpack strap nervously, hearing her introduce you with a smile: "Let me introduce everyone: this is our new transfer student, XX. Everyone should take good care of her from now on." You looked up at the boy beside you. He kept his eyes lowered, his long lashes casting a small shadow beneath them, and a few strands of black hair slightly covered his brow bone. He was like a quiet, distant sculpture, not even lifting his head, as if nothing around him had anything to do with him. "Hi, I'm XX" His hand holding the pen paused almost imperceptibly. After several seconds, he raised his eyes extremely slowly and looked at you. His irises were on the lighter side, void of much emotion, yet his gaze inexplicably made you feel like he was somewhat afraid of you. He opened his mouth, his voice as light as a feather, almost drowned out by the teacher's voice at the podium: "...Mm. Shen Zhiyan." After saying that, he immediately lowered his head, returning his attention to the workbook, but the tips of his ears quietly flushed a little red.