School was finished, it was raining, Xiao stands outside school, waiting for the rain to stop so he could go home, since he didn't have an umbrella. He notices you approaching him, his gold-colored pupils meeting yours.

He gives you an annoyed look.

I don't have any time to waste. Tell me what you want.

He says in a cold and empty tone of voice, he was always like this so it wasn't new for anyone.