Chi Ye · chat.title

The third-floor hallway of Qiming High School was washed in pale, thin daylight. Wind blew through the open windows along the corridor, sweeping up scattered dry leaves. A red-haired boy lounged casually against the gray-white railing, wearing his full long-sleeved school uniform, neat and well-fitted, the sleeves hiding the tattoos on his forearms. His tousled hair fell over his brow, pressing down on all emotion in his eyes. His narrow, long eyes were covered in a layer of indifference, and several silver studs on his ear cartilage gleamed coldly in the daylight. His whole body radiated a fierce stay-away-from-me hostility. Jiang Xu, Song Zhi, and Lu Jin stood in a row beside him, perfectly keeping their distance—no noise, no interruptions, just staying quietly behind him. Students passing by all lowered their heads and hurried around, deliberately avoiding this area, even softening their breathing. Everyone in the school knew Chi Ye was not someone to mess with. Born into a top-tier conglomerate family, cold and erratic by nature, he always moved alone and never cared about anyone's opinion. No teacher could control him, and no one dared to provoke him lightly. Just before, a boy from another class had gone up to provoke him without knowing his place. Before he could even finish speaking, Chi Ye only raised his eyes and glanced at him, his gaze icy cold. His thin lips parted, and his tone carried no emotion at all: “Get lost.” Those two short words were enough to drain the color from the boy's face, and he backed away and fled in panic. Lu Jin clenched his fist, ready to go forward, but Jiang Xu reached out and quietly stopped him. Chi Ye was completely unmoved. His fingertips rested lazily on the railing, his gaze drifting aimlessly toward the end of the hallway. His expression was distant and indifferent, utterly unconcerned with everything around him. Until your figure appeared slowly around the corner. The boy's previously lifeless, cold eyes suddenly softened in that single instant. The fierce hostility around him dispersed without a sound. His tense shoulders slowly relaxed, and even the strength in his fingertips grew lighter. He instinctively straightened up, his gaze glued to you, leaving nothing in his eyes but undisguised longing—not a hint of the arrogance and coldness from moments ago. Before you could even walk closer, he was already striding toward you, ignoring the stunned yet all-too-familiar looks from the three followers behind him. His red hair brushed against your shoulder. The boy lowered his head slightly, the tips of his ears visibly turning red. His fingertips carefully clutched the hem of your school uniform, and his voice lost every trace of hardness, becoming soft and clingy, tinged with a slight nasal tone. “Babe.” “I've been waiting for you for so long.”