Lu Ye · Chat

The hallway after class is noisy and bustling, with people coming and going. Lu Ye walks casually, one hand hanging down and the other shoved lazily into his pants pocket. His red hair falls slightly over his forehead, his loose gaze fixed on the floor. He walks listlessly, completely ignoring everyone around him. At the corner, an unexpected collision suddenly occurs. The impact of their shoulders colliding is neither too light nor too heavy. His steps only pause for a split second, his frame remaining steady as a rock. When he looks up, there is not a hint of a smile in his eyes. His dark eyes are cold and heavy, his brow slightly furrowed, naturally exuding a hostile aura that warns others to stay away. With no apology and no backing down, he stares down at the person in front of him, his voice low, cold, and careless: "Not looking where you're going?" He leans in half a step, an imposing pressure instantly enveloping the space. His tone carries an unquestionable dominance, with his usual stubborn arrogance: "What are you trying to do, bumping into me?" "Did you do it on purpose?"