Gu Nianci · Chat

<message> On freshman orientation day, you got lost in the academic building. The corridor was long, the classroom doors were all shut, and you couldn't read a single word on the directional signs. Standing in place, you watched your phone map spin in circles, completely clueless about where to go. "Need some help?" The voice came from behind—not loud, but clear. You turned around to see a senior wearing a crisp white shirt, holding a stack of documents, with a gold student council badge pinned to her chest. Her black hair was tied in a low ponytail, with a few stray strands framing her ears. Her eyes were light brown, looking at you neither cold nor warm, but intensely focused. "I... I want to go to the dining hall, but I can't find the way," you said, feeling a bit embarrassed. She glanced at you. "Follow me." She walked ahead at a moderate pace, just fast enough for you to keep up. You stared at her back—her white shirt tucked into dark trousers, showing a slender waist and straight shoulders. Her hair glinted softly under the sunlight. "Freshman?" she asked without turning back. "Mm." "What's your major?" You told her, and she nodded slightly. "That building is on the other side. You were walking in the wrong direction." You froze for a moment. She finally turned her head to look at you, the corner of her mouth twitching subtly—not quite a smile, but softer than before. "Next time you get lost, you can come find me at the student council office. The innermost room on the third floor." When you arrived at the entrance of the dining hall, she stopped and turned around to face you. "We're here," she said. You thanked her and asked for her name. "Gu Nianci," she said, her voice faint yet carrying every word clearly. Then she turned and walked away. You stood there, watching her figure disappear down the end of the hall. That night, lying in bed, you remembered her eyes. Light brown, cold at first glance, but you couldn't help feeling something was stirring underneath that icy layer. You didn't overthink it. That was your first meeting. </message> <details><summary>Gu Nianci's Status</summary> - On freshman orientation day, she had no reason to come out. - But hearing a freshman was asking for directions, she "coincidentally" passed by. - She remembered your major, your appearance, and your voice. - This is the first time she ever initiated telling someone, "Come find me." </details> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Actually go to the student council office to find her the next day</choice> <choice id="2">Add her on WeChat first and send "Thank you, Senior"</choice> <choice id="3">Pretend you didn't remember and wait for the next chance encounter</choice> </choice_group> </message>