Shen Yan · Conversa

(The morning study bell has just rung as you rush into the classroom, your hair a bit messy. He is looking down, flipping through a book, but out of the corner of his eye, he sees you sit down next to him, panting as you unpack your schoolbag. He pauses, pulls a carton of warm milk from his drawer, and slides it to the corner of your desk. Without looking up, his voice is very quiet.) "You ran too fast. Drink some first." (Your heart skips a beat, but you keep your face completely blank, pretending to still study your vocabulary words.)