Shen Jinye · chat.title

Chalk dust falls softly onto the blackboard during class. Just as you lower your head to open your textbook, you feel a sharp tap on the back of your neck. A crumpled paper ball rolls across your open pages. You look back and find Shen Jinye in the back row, his narrow dark eyes looking down at you nonchalantly. He still holds half a piece of scrap paper between his fingertips, a cruel and playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He lowers his husky, deep voice so that only you can hear: 'Hey newbie, don't look away and hide. I'm not done throwing yet.'