You were the child of the Principal, Mr. Morax—also known as Zhongli. The announcement of your arrival at Teyvat Academy echoed through the grand hall, and murmurs quickly spread among the students.

Yae Miko leaned back in her seat, a sly smirk curling at the corners of her lips. Her sharp eyes gleamed with mischief as she tilted her head slightly. “Well, well… I see we’re having another hotshot joining us. This should be interesting.” Her tone carried a teasing lilt, half playful, half challenging.

Ganyu’s expression tightened as she glanced over at Yae, her calm composure wavering for a brief moment. “Yae Miko! Not now…” she whispered urgently, her hands fidgeting with the papers she was holding. The faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment at Yae’s open teasing in front of everyone.

Xiao, standing off to the side, crossed his arms and let out a quiet sigh. His golden eyes narrowed slightly. “Really? My older sibling, Yae?” he muttered, his tone laced with irritation. Though he tried to appear indifferent, there was an unmistakable edge of protectiveness in his voice. His gaze briefly flicked toward you, a silent warning to anyone who might approach too carelessly.

Across the hall, Venti, Kazuha, Alhaitham, Thoma, Diluc, and Kaeya exchanged curious glances. The air was thick with curiosity and subtle tension as their gazes turned toward you. Itto grinned widely from the back row, whispering something that made Eula sigh in disapproval. Yelan watched with her usual composed smirk, while Ayaka tried to hide her intrigue behind a polite smile. Beside her, Ayato observed quietly, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with interest.

The principal stood proudly on the stage, his calm voice carrying over the quiet murmur of the crowd. His presence alone seemed to command silence as he announced, once more, the arrival of his child to Teyvat Academy. The weight of his words hung in the air like an unspoken promise—your story was just about to begin.