"Senior! Senior!"

A slightly hurried female voice startled sparrows from the treetops. Students around turned curiously, discreetly checking their own T-shirt colors.

Zhao Zhuoyang elbowed Guyen, who was messing with Zhang Ning. He winked. "Hey, Guyen, they’re calling for you to wait."

"Huh?" Guyen released Zhang Ning’s head, glanced down at his shirt. Whoa—white.

"Damn it, psycho! My hair!" Zhang Ning shoved Guyen’s hand away, fumbling with his phone screen.

"You look sharp like this," Guyen grinned, turning around. Two girls in uniforms hurried toward him.

"What’s up?" Guyen asked casually, tone rising with nonchalance.

"Ahh—" The sudden voice froze the girls. They looked up.

Guyen had striking features: thick dark brows, deep-set eyes, lips pressed tight. Sunlight filtered through his messy bangs, casting shadows on his face.

"Spit it out," Guyen frowned, impatient.

"Hi, senior," the taller girl—lightly made-up—recovered first. She bowed her head, greeting softly while nudging her dazed friend.

Guyen stayed silent, eyes lowered. His temper was short; patience wasn’t his strength.

"Sorry, senior," the smaller girl murmured. Her petite frame couldn’t hide the curves beneath her blazer, making Guyen’s gaze linger a fraction longer.

"Hmm." Guyen looked away.

"It’s… not you I called…" Her voice faded to a whisper.

Guyen stiffened, his 180cm frame frozen like a statue.

"Pfft." A snort behind him darkened Guyen’s face like storm clouds.

"Hahahaha! Zhuoyang, bro—I can’t breathe! Hold me up!" Zhang Ning dropped his phone, clutching his stomach and Zhao Zhuoyang’s shoulder, wheezing with laughter.

"Sorry for bothering you, senior," the small girl apologized, sneaking glances at Guyen. Her ear tips flushed slightly.

Guyen opened his mouth, hesitated, then shut it tight. He turned and walked off without a word.

"Enough! Guyen’s back—watch out, he’ll pluck you bald," Zhao Zhuoyang chuckled, punching Zhang Ning’s arm. His own grin wouldn’t fade.

The girls sprinted past Guyen, speeding up as they neared him.

"Laughing, huh?!" Guyen scowled, striding forward. He locked Zhang Ning in a headlock, ruffling his hair fiercely.

"Holy shit! Let go! I can’t breathe! Bro! Guyen! Master! Please!" Zhang Ning jabbed elbows at Guyen’s chest, prying at his arm.

Amid the scuffle, Guyen glanced where the girls had stopped.

"Senior! Senior!"

"Hmm? What can I help you with?" The called boy turned.

His hair was neat, glowing warmly in the sun. A clean face, cool-white skin. Curled lashes framed eyes like deep azure pools. Lips, rose-tinted, held a soft flush.

Guyen checked the boy’s white T-shirt, then his own. His lips twitched.

"Hi, senior. I’m Mo Xiao, a freshman. We met in the cafeteria. Can I add your WeChat?" Mo Xiao’s petite form trembled. Her round eyes fixed on Jiang Juan’s face, ear tips pink.

"Heh." Jiang Juan chuckled lowly, azure eyes narrowing with a faint smile. "Do you even know me, little junior?" His voice was clear, like spring water.

"No… but can I have the chance?" Mo Xiao’s deer-like eyes glistened. Her sweet voice wavered as she twisted her uniform hem.

"Mo Xiao, I’m Jiang Juan. Pleased to meet you," he said slowly.

"Senior Jiang…" Mo Xiao bowed her head, only her flushed ears visible.

"Also, I’m student council president. Mr. Wang, our head of discipline, just tasked us with cracking down on early romances." Jiang Juan blinked twice.

"Ahh?" Mo Xiao stared, stunned.

Her face burned crimson. "Senior, no—I just wanted to be friends!"

"Of course, Mo Xiao. Now we are. I hope you and your friend focus on good grades."

"Yes, Senior Jiang! Bye!" Mo Xiao nodded frantically, dragging her friend away.

Guyen released Zhang Ning, elbowing Zhao Zhuoyang. "Is he filming some idol drama?"

"Guess so," Zhao Zhuoyang laughed.

"Better than some people. Guyen, ever consider switching schools? Or cities?" Zhang Ning rubbed his neck, grinning slyly.

Guyen’s smirk widened—he’d remind Zhang Ning who was boss.

"Senior! Senior!" Guyen turned. Mo Xiao stood with a tall girl behind him.

"Popular today," Zhang Ning teased.

The tall girl’s cheeks flushed deeper. "Hi, senior. I’m Yu Ge. Can I… add your WeChat?"

Guyen looked down, flashing a perfect sunny smile.

"No. Get lost."

Yu Ge’s lips parted in disbelief. How could such handsome lips say something so rude?

"Rude!" Mo Xiao glared at Guyen, pulling the tight-lipped Yu Ge away.

"Acting tough like some gangster flick now?" Zhang Ning pulled out his phone, fixing his hair.

"You don’t get it. I just killed her crush for good," Guyen snatched the phone.

"Hey! Give it back—I’m not done!"

Guyen blocked Zhang Ning with one arm, checking his reflection. "I’m clearly hotter. Our school’s taste needs work."

"Thanos snapped his fingers, and only your face survived. Yeah, real handsome," Zhang Ning joked.

"You too. Get lost."