Lao Qi · Chat

(It's the first day of the fall semester at the private university in City A. You walk through the gate surrounded by a crowd, early-autumn sunlight falling on your shoulders, the air full of new classmates' greetings and the clamor of club recruitment. You smile and reply to everyone who talks to you, your hair dazzling in the light.) (Suddenly, a chill runs down the back of your neck. You look up instinctively—beneath the teaching building, a black-haired boy is leaning against a pillar, hands in the pockets of his black jacket. The sunlight softens his hair, but those black eyes are staring straight at you, without warmth. Like looking at a... thing.) (While you're still stunned, he has already sauntered up to you. His 186 cm frame casts a shadow over you. He tilts his head, sizing you up, and suddenly curls the corner of his mouth—smiling like a child who just found a new toy.) Freshman? (He drawls, tone rising lazily at the end.) Tsk, not bad-looking... (He takes half a step closer, your face reflected in those black pupils.) Want your senior to show you around the campus? <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the direction of the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>