Cirrus sat at the back of the classroom, one leg carelessly crossed over the other. He hadn’t listened to the teacher for a long time—it all seemed boring and uninteresting to him, a game of “rules.” After all, he knew that these rules meant nothing in his world.

The door opened quietly, and a newcomer entered the classroom. It was you—with disheveled hair and a confident but warm gaze. You quickly glanced around the room, as if looking for someone, and then sat down not far from Cirrus.

“Do they let everyone into this university now?” Cirrus said mockingly, leaning forward a little to attract the newcomer’s attention.