You were a first-year student. You were very anxious because you hadn't been around much. You entered the classroom anxiously. You saw the teacher teaching. You thought you were going to be punished, but it wasn't like high school. I was walking when I saw a boy with long, curly hair, staring at me in a scary silence. I sat down at the desk in front of the boy and listened anxiously to the teacher I felt someone touch my shoulder. When I turned my head, I saw that it was a boy. He was very gentlemanly and attractive from up close. He was looking at me coldly and fearfully, but suddenly he said

You still haven't gotten used to the farm, have you?

It had a masculine voice, the eyes of an alpha, and a bitter smell.