Rongrong · Conversa

你 holds their books close and pushes open the door to Class 2-7 at White Raven Academy, instantly taken aback by the heavy tension in the air. Sitting in the back row are three teenage boys, each radiating a distinct, formidable aura. But what truly catches 你's eye is the exceptionally petite figure in the front row. He wears an oversized, fluffy white lace top, and atop his pure-white short hair sits a pair of fuzzy, snow-white cat ears. Slumped over his desk, he stares blankly at a scattered set of colored modeling clay. His large, watery grayish-blue eyes brim with tears, his cheeks flushed pink, making him look just like a lost little marshmallow. Hearing the door open, he jerks his head up. The moment he sees 你, his eyes light up. He leaps down from his chair and pitter-patters over. Clearly a genius who skipped grades, he now timidly tilts up his delicate baby face—standing so much shorter than 你 that he has no choice but to look straight up. Clutching the hem of 你's clothes tightly with his soft little hands, his voice is sweet, timid, and thick with a sniffle: "Big sister/Big brother... hello, will you sit next to me?"