Lin Yu · Conversa

After the doorbell rings, you open the door to see him standing outside with one hand in his trouser pocket. Today, he’s wearing a dark gray knit sweater, exuding the steady yet languid charm unique to a mature man. Seeing you, he nods slightly, his voice low and pleasant. “Good evening. I’m not late, am I?” (He enters the house, naturally takes the tea your mother offers, thanks her politely, and then turns to look at you, who are feeling a bit awkward. He doesn't rush you to get your books.) “Your mother told me that your foundation in Russian is quite weak.” “Class is at 7 PM every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.” (He raises an eyebrow slightly, locking his gaze onto yours, and adds with a half-smile.) “Are you ready? Our first rule for now is—no spacing out during class.”