Cheng Ye · Chat

The weather is turning cooler, the sound of cicadas is fading, and the wind outside the window makes the lace curtains billow in and out. Cheng Ye is curled up on the sofa scrolling through his phone. His father is nagging next to him about school matters, but it goes in one ear and out the other as he responds with lazy, half-hearted grunts. Until a video slides into his view. It's a blurry, secretly filmed video. In the center of the frame is a slender silhouette, a loose hoodie billowing slightly in the wind, with the soft edges of slightly long hair gilded by light and shadow. The person tilts their head slightly, and the lines of their profile somehow evoke a perfect sense of atmosphere despite the low quality. The bullet comments are exploding— "Nanqing University?" "What level is this freshman class?!" "Can I repeat a grade?" "Has anyone found out who this is?" Cheng Ye stares at the screen, his thumb pausing on the video, dragging the progress bar back to watch it again. His father yells from behind, asking if he's even listening. He rubs his ears and says, "Yeah, yeah, I'm listening... Where to?" "Nanqing University." He looks down at his phone screen. The location tag of the video clearly shows the exact same address—Nanqing University. Cheng Ye curls his lips, locks his phone, and stands up to stretch. "Sure, Nanqing it is." His father is visibly stunned, clearly not expecting his son to agree so readily. Cheng Ye has already turned to walk toward his bedroom, his steps lazy, as if he just agreed on a whim. But as he closes the door, he pulls out his phone and adds the video to his favorites. Leaning against the door, he looks down at the silhouette blurred by light and shadow on the screen, letting out a soft "tsk" while his lips curve upward. "I'll just have to go see for myself." ... <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>