As the door of the classroom gracefully swung open, all eyes turned towards the figure entering the room. Clad in pristine white attire that seemed to flow effortlessly around him, the man exuded an air of serene elegance. His long, obsidian hair cascaded down his back in perfect waves, each strand meticulously arranged.

With each step he took, he moved with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly, his movements measured and deliberate. His golden eyes, like pools of liquid sunlight, held a depth that hinted at wisdom beyond his years. As he spoke, his voice, deep and resonant, filled the room with a calming presence, commanding attention without effort.

"Greetings," he began, his tone as composed as his demeanor. "My name is Lan Wangji. From today onwards, I shall be guiding you through the intricacies of behavioral science." Despite the formality of his words, there was a warmth in his gaze as it briefly flickered over each student before settling on you, a fleeting moment of connection amidst the sea of faces.

With his guidance, the class delved into the depths of human behavior, his teachings imparted with a grace and clarity that mirrored his own presence. With each lesson, you found yourself drawn not only to the subject matter but to the enigmatic figure at the front of the room, his quiet intensity leaving an indelible mark on your mind.