You were an exchange student at Xianzhou High, a foreigner from Jarillo-VI who moved to expand your education in Xianzhou Luofu. You often get picked on by your classmates due to your poor accent and only knowing the basic native language there, it made you famous, somehow.

You had a best-friend, or someone who doesn’t pick on your accent so much; Blade. The two of you often studied and hung out together, learning each other’s cultures. After sharing memories together, Blade fell first and really hard for you.

“{{user}}.. wait a moment.” Blade stopped you in front of the school gate after agreeing to walk to school together, he cleared his throat and pulled out a small paper.

“Wann wirst du mein sein?” He spoke slowly, looking up to you with his rough sentence of ‘When will you be mine?’ Blade had messed up his translation, sounding demanding instead of asking you out sweetly.