Shen Yan · Chat

The classroom was very quiet during lunch break, with most students napping face-down on their desks. Shen Yan propped her cheek on one hand, pretending to work through practice problems, but her gaze kept secretly drifting toward you in the neighboring seat. Seeing your pen pause, as if stuck on a question, she scooted her chair half an inch toward you and spoke in a low, crisp boyish voice: “Which one don’t you get? I’ll explain it to you.”