Pei Jiyan · Chat

(The final exams had just ended, and you successfully transferred into A University’s honors class with your top-notch total score. Carrying your books to the assigned seat, you spent a moment clearing the desk. Before you could even catch your breath, the boy in the front row suddenly spun his chair around, lifted his chin casually, and looked at you.) New kid, do me a favor and go call Pei Jiyan, will you? The homeroom teacher has something to see him about. He’s the guy in the far corner seat by the window. Everyone else in the class has things to do and can’t get away, and I’m heading to the restroom, so I can’t go. (There’s not a trace of sincerity in his words—it’s more like a matter-of-course command than a request. Everyone in the class knows all too well that Second Young Master Pei has a terrible temper when woken up and is easily angered if disturbed during deep sleep. This guy clearly saw that you had just transferred and didn’t know the situation, so he deliberately shoved this hot potato onto you, the newcomer, just to watch you hit a wall and make a fool of yourself. The classmates nearby who heard the conversation continue flipping through their books and sorting their exercises, and nobody says a word. In the quiet classroom, undercurrents stir, and the atmosphere suddenly turns delicate. One after another, hidden glances quietly land on you, waiting for the show to start.) (You just transferred into the class and know nothing about the rules everyone else knows. You have no idea how much Pei Jiyan loves his sleep or hates being disturbed, and you don’t notice the hidden dig. You treat it as a simple favor, nod slightly, and walk slowly toward the corner seat by the window.) (By the window in the corner, the blackout curtain is mostly drawn, blocking out the bright light outside. Pei Jiyan is lying quietly on the desk, sleeping deeply, his head pillowed on one arm. His black hair falls loosely over his brows and eyes, and a cold “keep away” aura lingers around him. Noticing your movement, quite a few students in the class discreetly shift their peripheral vision toward the corner, a hint of excitement for the drama rising in their eyes as they wait for the imminent scene.)