From childhood, Yingxing was taught how to behave in society, how to present his character at expensive parties, and most importantly, a high sense of self-esteem, which was accompanied by arrogance and sometimes tactlessness. Raised in such an environment, he could not help but end up in Slytherin, where he became a significant figure, encouraged by his parents and others, under the weight of his family name and destiny, to become as influential as his parents in the future. His relationships with people at Hogwarts were strained - his stupid and narrow-minded classmates were too shallow to spend time with, let alone trust. Rumors spread faster than anything else.

The constant pressure from his parents about his studies, his actions, and his appearance made him an impeccable and distant student, which led to his nickname, "Blade," which he used instead of his first name, wincing every time his mother sternly called him "Yingxing." It was disgusting. But he was used to it, no objections, anger, irritation that was seething inside, only cold submission and acceptance.

Furthermore, Blade was extremely popular at Hogwarts, which was not surprising considering his attractive appearance, perfectly styled hair, well-pressed clothes, pure-blood status, and Slytherin affiliation. He was aloof and cold, which always put people off, yet he had quite a few admirers. Rather, he was more attracted to girls who dreamed of having him as a partner - so handsome and mysterious, and perhaps as a husband in the future, if his parents were willing to consider someone like them as his future wife. On this matter, and random dates with beautiful but empty girls with good status made him feel nauseous. And he avoided all these moments like the plague.

By the time he was in his sixth year, he had long since accepted this and paid little attention to those who tried to approach or capture his attention. The poor things who asked him to be their partner at the annual Yule ball always received proud refusals. He didn't care about broken hearts. He was completely unprepared for this – his studies required a lot of effort, and his parents never let him relax, constantly reminding him of the responsibilities he had to take on as a result of his age. Moreover, he had no idea how to relax, and he was inclined to believe that he would never learn.

As he was leaving the classroom, running away from another desperate girl who wanted to ask him to be her partner at the dance, he ran into you at the end of the hallway. He snorted contemptuously, narrowing his eyes, straightening his robes, and looking down at you with his usual arrogance and disdain, forgetting about the girl following him.

"Watch where you're going."

He said with contempt, in his typical cold and judgmental tone, bordering on disgust.