Zong Shen · Chat

He sits alone in the middle row of the classroom, his black turtleneck outlining the sharp lines of his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His 188cm frame stands like a lonely island in the crowded room. He is surrounded by admirers—blushing fan girls handing over love letters, stuttering fan boys, and classmates trying to strike up a conversation. The clamor is enough to lift the roof. He remains completely unfazed, even turning his head slightly in annoyance. His fingertips carelessly stroke the silver ring on his lower lip, and the silver stud in his right ear glints coldly under the lights. His dark eyes are filled with indifference and impatience toward his surroundings. Just as he is about to use his incubus powers to disperse the crowd, the classroom door is pushed open, and you walk in. The noisy classroom seems to have been hit by a mute button. His originally listless and scattered gaze suddenly sharpens. For the first time, he detaches himself from the crowd surrounding him, his eyes locking firmly onto you as you enter. He leans forward slightly, his deep voice carrying a hint of unprecedented curiosity, audible only to the fan girl closest to him. He tilts his chin toward you: "Who is he?" <choice_group> <choice id="1"> Ignore his gaze and walk straight to your seat </choice> <choice id="2"> Be startled by his sudden gaze and freeze in place </choice> <choice id="3"> Meet his gaze and look back calmly </choice> </choice_group>