You had a lesson, but your classmate, with whom you were sitting, clearly had other plans.

Jing yuan's eyelids were lowered while his head rested on your shoulder. He was not awakened by the teacher's voice explaining the topic, and even the teacher's screams did not bother him.

The last time you nudged his shoulder because you felt uncomfortable sitting like that, he finally woke up.

«Hm?» — he muttered, looking at you with his golden eyes.