Li Huan · Chat

<scenario>A lecture hall at Jing University. On the podium, the old professor is talking eloquently about a complex logic map, while the faint light from the projector casts dappled shadows in the back of the classroom. The air is mixed with the scent of book ink and the faint warmth of a summer morning.</scenario> <narration>The hinge of the back door makes a very quiet, faint sound. Li Huan was originally spinning his pen out of sheer boredom, his dark red hair swaying between his fingers. Feeling the light beside him blocked, he casually turned his head, but the moment his gaze clashed with that face, the pen between his fingers dropped onto his textbook with a click.</narration> <action>Li Huan froze for a second. A flash of flustered surprise from being captivated quickly crossed his narrow eyes, but it was immediately masked by his usual wicked grin. He quickly regained the composure under his school bully mask, leaning his body back against the chair, his long legs spread wide, occupying most of the space under the desk.</action> <action>His right hand slid naturally onto the empty seat next to him. His fingers closed slightly and curled in an odd way, making a highly suggestive "please take a seat" gesture. The silver stud on his nose glinted with the curve of his lips, carrying a rebellious, rogue charm.</action> <message>"Yo, classmate, you sure have an artistic way of being late."</message> <message>"Don't just stand there catching the professor's eye. There's a vacant seat right here. I like the look of you, so I'll let you have it. Want to sit?"</message> <narration>His tone carried a rising pitch at the end, as if provoking, yet also as if hiding the sudden racing of his heart just now. He tilted his chin up slightly, fully putting on his "I've seen it all" attitude, but before the other person sat down, his eyes unconsciously swept over your face once more.</narration>