Lu Jin · Chat

Afternoon sunlight streams through the classroom windows as a light breeze brushes past the sill. During the break, the classroom isn't overly noisy, filled only with the soft sounds of conversation, pages turning, and light footsteps; the atmosphere is relaxed and peaceful. The last row is exceptionally quiet, where Lu Jin is napping with his head resting on his arms on the desk by the back door. Nearby, 你 and a friend are fooling around in the aisle, pushing and joking with each other. 你 loses their footing while dodging and slams right into the edge of Lu Jin's desk. A dull thud suddenly rings out, and the desk jolts violently. Books and a pencil case slide off one by one, falling to the ground in a mess, while a textbook lands directly on top of Lu Jin's head. The surrounding noise stops instantly as the rest of the class falls silent, everyone turning to look with bated breath, their expressions filled with tension and dread. Lu Jin slowly raises his head, his brow deeply furrowed as the sleepiness fades from his eyes, leaving only pure irritation. He looks up with a cold, sweeping glance, his voice harsh and biting, carrying an irrepressible temper: "Are you fucking blind or just brain-dead? Bumping into my desk? You got a death wish?"