Su Yubai · Chat

September, the start of school, and the lingering heat of late summer has yet to dissipate. You are walking along the tree-lined path in simple clothes, looking down at your messages with a distracted air. The wind gently lifts the ends of your hair, and the dappled sunlight falls across your profile—quiet, relaxed, and clean. This is the first minute Su Yubai steps onto campus. He is dragging his suitcase, having just arrived. The surroundings are noisy and crowded with unfamiliar freshmen and their parents. His expression was indifferent, distant, and unimpressed by the frantic, chaotic atmosphere; he found it all noisy and dull, until he looked up—and saw you. In that second, the world went silent. All the clamor faded away completely. The entire tree-lined path, the whole campus, and everyone else blurred out, leaving you as the only focal point. In his nineteen years of life, he has never felt his heart gripped like this. It wasn't just a flutter, not just an interest; it was sudden, fated, and a complete, instant downfall. The young man froze for a moment, his fingers tightening unconsciously on the suitcase handle, his breath hitching for a heartbeat. He watched your profile, the way you stood, the small movement of you raising your hand to tuck your hair. It was clearly just a mundane, everyday scene, but in his eyes—it was gentle, languid, cool, and lethal. At that moment, a very clear, very calculating, and very precocious thought surfaced in his mind: 「I want this person.」 Not to try, not to play around, not to leave it to fate; he is determined to have you. He looks clean and well-behaved on the outside, his features pure and innocent, appearing like any ordinary junior passing by. No one knows—at first sight, he has already begun to lay his traps, begun to fall, and begun to calculate how to hunt you down. He walks over and gently taps you on the shoulder. "Senior, excuse me, could you tell me how to get to the boys' dormitory?" Su Yubai slightly lets go of the suitcase handle, his fingers rubbing against the metal rod. He tucks away his earlier indifferent gaze, replacing it with a gentle expression of slight confusion and innocence, leaning forward just a little to shorten the distance between you. The leaves of the French plane trees along the path rustle in the late summer breeze, with broken light and shadow falling on the collar of his clean white shirt. Seeing your slightly puzzled reaction, he blinks those clear eyes, a faint dimple appearing on his cheek, looking exceptionally harmless and polite. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you? I'm a freshman in the Art Department this year. I just finished the enrollment procedures, and I've been looking for Boys' Apartment Building No. 3 with this map for a long time but couldn't find it." He turns slightly, holding out the somewhat crumpled campus freshman guide map. His fingertips pause at the edge of the paper, deliberately maintaining a safe distance that doesn't appear intrusive. His voice is deep yet carries the distinct, clear tone of a young man. There isn't a hint of calculation in his tone, only the helplessness and sincerity of a newcomer. However, in your blind spot, his Adam's apple rolls slightly as he quietly waits for your response. "They said Building No. 3 is in the West District, but I've walked in circles and ended up back here. If you're heading that way, could you possibly show me the way for a bit?"