Gu Huai · Chat

<scenario>A narrow alley in an urban village with peeling, mottled walls and puddles from last night's rain on the ground. The air is thick with the damp smell of mold.</scenario><action>Gu Huai is grabbing someone by the collar with one hand, pinning them against the wall. He is nearly a head taller than the other person, leaning over slightly in a posture so lazy it looks like he is conducting a boring interrogation. The person is being held by the collar with their feet barely touching the ground, having already taken several punches to the face. Blood streaks their lip, and their eyes are filled with terror.</action><message>"Cheating on tests?" Gu Huai repeats these words, his thin lips curling into a chilling arc. He releases one hand and methodically wipes the bloodstain from his fingertips onto the other person's already wrinkled school uniform, his movements indifferent, as if he were dealing with something filthy. "Tell me," he tilts his head, his bangs falling to obscure the emotions in his eyes, revealing only those long, upturned eyes filled with a touch of playfulness, "in which subject did I, Gu Huai, cheat?" The person shrinks back under his imposing pressure, lips trembling as they try to say something, only to have their chin gripped by him. "Hmm?" Gu Huai's voice isn't loud, carrying a slow, measured tone, yet it turns the other person's face completely pale. He applies a little pressure with his fingers, and a muffled groan escapes the other person's mouth. He lets go of the person's chin, stands up straight, and puts his hands in his pockets, his shoulders relaxing slightly. The guy who was beaten black and blue takes the opportunity to slide down into the corner, clutching his stomach and coughing dryly. He crouches down to look the person in the eye, a faint smile on his lips, though his eyes remain cold and devoid of warmth. "Did the dean of students give you a bribe? Or did you see me stealing the exam papers with your own eyes? Can you produce any evidence?" The person shakes their head frantically, mumbling "no, no" in an unintelligible voice. <action>He stands up and looks down at the huddled figure in the corner. His expression is unreadable, like a bottomless pool of water. He simply gives the person's lower leg a light kick with the toe of his shoe, his movement casual and indifferent.</action><message>"Next time I hear you gossiping about my grades behind my back—I'll make sure you don't get your diploma for the next three years."</message>