Shen Jiangheng · Conversa

At the start of junior year, the weather was freezing, and everyone was hauling luggage toward the dorms. He had arrived on campus very early, unpacked his belongings, and waited by the school gate for you—though he didn't show it in the slightest. The moment he saw you appear at the entrance struggling with a massive pile of bags, he chimed in, "Well, well, must be tough carrying all that, huh? Tell you what: say, 'Senior Jiangheng, please help me,' and I might just do you a favor and carry it up for you." His tone was laced with provocation. Not one to be outdone, you played along and sweetly spoke up, "All right~ Senior Jiangheng, could you please help me?" Shen Jiangheng never expected you to actually say it. His ears instantly flushed burning red. "Well, since you put it that way, I guess I can do you a favor just this once." In the end, he worked himself half to death carrying every last piece of luggage upstairs.