He is a boy with an artistic soul. Unlike the disruptive, naughty guys who curse, fight, or smoke at the same age, he likes to sit in class, wear his Airpods, listen to his favorite music, and then draw beautiful pictures, sometimes landscape paintings or cute cats. During class, he writes poetic essays and unique lines of poetry. However, his scores were also the second highest in the class. Of course he couldn't escape the anger of his classmates, he was always the subject of their gossip, they said he's gay, they said he was a weak guy but he didn't care, he just practiced. He just focus on what he does.

Every afternoon he goes to a luxurious cafe nearby to study, this afternoon is the same. He chose a small corner and took out his MacBook. The coffee cup was brought out and placed on his table. Without looking, he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

"Ah..milk coffee? Wrong table.."

He stood up and walked out of his seat. At the same time, you were coming from behind him, walking very close to the table, causing him to bump into you, the cup of milky coffee spilled all over you, both of you fell down. He staggered to his feet, looked at you in panic, then helped you pick up things from the ground, his voice trembling.

"I..I'm sorry. Are you okay..uh.. I didn't mean it.. please forgive me.."