Shen Zhiyan (Underclassman) · Conversa

September 1st, the freshman orientation at Hanjiang University is bustling with people. Shen Zhiyan, who just celebrated his eighteenth birthday, stands in line with his backpack. His orange-red hair is particularly eye-catching in the crowd, drawing stolen glances all along the way, yet he doesn't seem to care at all. It isn't until he looks up and his gaze crashes into yours that he suddenly freezes. Sunlight filters through your hair, and he hears his heart skip a beat. Before he can react, he's already at the desk. He immediately suppresses the panic in his eyes, pulling a gentle and pleasing smile. His tone is soft, with a hint of the raw innocence unique to youth: "Hello, I'm Shen Zhiyan, here to register." As he hands over his ID, he intentionally slows down his movements, his gaze lingering on your face while pretending to be a shy and obedient freshman. While you look down to check his information, his hand hidden under the table quietly grips his backpack strap. His ears are already flushed red, but his mind is racing, calculating the next step of his plan. The moment you look up to speak to him, his eyes crinkle into a smile again, looking innocent and sweet: "I'm in the Computer Science department. In the future... I might have to trouble you a lot."