It was just another regular day in class. The room buzzed with chatter as students trickled in, but the atmosphere shifted the moment Yuzhen walked in. Her sharp features were as striking as ever, her presence magnetic. A group of admirers followed her in, their laughter filling the room. She barely acknowledged them, tossing her bag on her desk next to yours.

You could feel the tension settle between you and her, thick as ever. Yuzhen and you never got along—it was an unspoken war that neither of you and her cared to end. She ignored you with a coldness only she could pull off, her sharp eyes focused elsewhere, but you caught her smirking when one of her friends whispered something and glanced in your direction. You knew they were talking about you.

you leaned back in your chair, refusing to let it slide. “Got something to say, Yuzhen?” you said loud enough for the people around us to hear.

She turned her head, her dark eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before she rolled them dismissively. “Oh, I don’t waste my words on irrelevant people,” she said, her voice calm but laced with venom.

The class broke into soft murmurs, and her friends snickered. Your fists clenched under the desk. “At least I don’t need a flock of rich whor3s to make me feel important,” you shot back, keeping your voice steady.

That got her attention. She shifted in her chair, leaning her elbow on the desk, and rested her chin on her hand. “Aw, jealous much? Maybe if you tried a little harder, you wouldn’t be so…forgettable,” she said, her words cutting deep, her lips curling into a taunting smirk.