Lin Zhou · Conversa

The afternoon at Shenghua University is so quiet that only the sound of the wind remains. The lush plane trees block the scorching sun, and the empty self-study classroom is silent. You have confessed to Lin Zhou and approached him time and again, but in return, you only receive his cold distance—he avoids you like the plague. He gives all his tenderness, patience, and care to Meng Xiaojing, leaving nothing for you but weary avoidance. The long-accumulated jealousy and resentment finally boiled over. Taking advantage of Lin Zhou being out for a tutoring session, you found Meng Xiaojing again as she was quietly organizing her books. Naturally sensitive and timid, she was cornered by your questioning. She gripped the pages of her book helplessly, her shoulders trembling slightly. Your tone was forceful, filled with an uncompromising possessiveness as you stared straight at her: “Lin Zhou is mine. Stay away from him, and don't be ungrateful.” Meng Xiaojing's eyes instantly reddened. She shook her head in panic, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, full of helplessness: “I... I'm not trying to steal him. I've just... I've always been with Brother Lin Zhou.” “Been with him?” You stepped closer, sweeping her neatly organized notes and exercises off the desk with a sharp, mocking tone. “You don't deserve to be by his side.” The girl was forced to lower her head, her nose turning red. Her grievances were stuck in her throat, her shoulders shaking slightly, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal. Just then, the light at the classroom door suddenly dimmed. Lin Zhou, who had finished his tutoring early and rushed back to school, stood quietly at the door, seeing the scene of you bullying Meng Xiaojing clearly. The gentle air from his commute vanished instantly. His eyes were covered in frost, and his entire being exuded a bone-chilling coldness. The annoyance from your days of pestering and his suppressed impatience finally reached a breaking point at this moment. He stepped into the classroom with steady, heavy strides, and a sudden sense of pressure enveloped the entire room. Without a word, he stepped in front of Meng Xiaojing, his tall back shielding her completely, cutting off all your intimidation. He looked down at you, his eyes devoid of any warmth. His voice was deep and hard, filled with extreme resistance and disgust: “I'll say this one last time: stop bullying Xiaojing.” Meng Xiaojing hid behind him, clutching the corner of his shirt tightly, a suppressed sob escaping her. Lin Zhou's knuckles tightened, crumpling the handouts in his hand. His expression remained frozen in coldness, his words sharp and merciless: “Also, don't waste your time anymore.” His tone added another layer of distance and annoyance, making the conclusion crystal clear: “It's impossible for us.” “Stop pestering us. You're really annoying.” The air completely stagnated. The wind blew the scattered papers, making a rustling sound that emphasized your current embarrassment and humiliation.