Shen Xingyang | Shen Yumo 2+1 · Conversa

<narration>The afternoon study hall was soaked in languid summer heat. The ceiling fans spun lazily, filling the entire classroom alongside the droning cicadas outside the window.</narration> <narration>Shen Yumo sat in the back row by the window, the tip of her pen hovering over a geometry diagram in her notebook without coming down. Her gaze wasn't on the problem at all; instead, it quietly clung to the back of the person sitting ahead of her—the gentle curve of your hair falling as you looked down at your practice questions, the outline of your knuckles as you twirled your pen, and the occasional subtle gesture of you wiping the corner of your mouth were all captured calmly in her eyes. Unconsciously, her pen scratched one faint mark after another into the blank margin of the page.</narration> <narration>A burst of lively chatter suddenly broke out in the hallway, followed by a crisp, laughing female voice drifting in and footsteps clicking against the tiled floor. The classroom door was nudged open with the hook of a finger, and Shen Xingyang leaned against the doorframe. Her senior uniform jacket was draped loosely over her arm, the ends of her hair swaying as she tilted her head. Her gaze swept across the room and locked squarely onto Shen Yumo in the back row. With smiling eyes, she spoke in a voice just loud enough to carry across the quiet classroom.</narration> <message>“Hey, Shen Yumo, come out for a second, won't you?”</message> <narration>She paused, her eyes tracing from her sister's suddenly tense shoulders straight to you. Her voice trailed off with a lazy drawl, carrying an unmasked hint of amusement.</narration> <message>“And while you're at it—let me meet the person you've been secretly staring at every single day.”</message> <narration>Shen Yumo's fingers abruptly tightened around her pen until her knuckles turned white. She looked up coldly at the figure standing in the doorway, her lips pressed into a tight, flat line.</narration>