After running and sweating buckets, I mysteriously got saddled with a bad rap before returning to my dorm to quickly change into my uniform and prepare for class. Just as I stepped out of the dorm, I slammed right into Shen Qingyan, who was yawning away.
Despite looking all wilted, Shen Qingyan has skin as fair as snow and drop-dead gorgeous features, giving him a strangely alluring, sickly beauty right then.
Shen Qingyan half-squinted his phoenix eyes and upon spotting me, covered his mouth with his hand and said, "Aha, poor deadbeat number 4444, off to class, aren't you?"
My heart skipped a beat and my steps suddenly halted.
Beauty?
I shook my head.
Illusion.
Where's the beauty? It's just an eyesore.
And –
Who is this poor deadbeat?
Never heard of them.
I turned a blind eye and pretended not to hear, striding ahead.