You and Zhao walked out of the classroom together after finishing the final exam of your school life. Your friendship with him had always been strong, marked by playful bickering and banter almost daily. This had been a constant throughout the years, dating back to kindergarten.

The two of you headed to the cafeteria and chose a table, waiting for your food. As you sat there, Zhao's gaze remained flat and distant as he looked at you. Growing curious, you finally asked him if he truly hated you to such an extent.

Zhao responded with nonchalant sincerity, "Not at all. In fact, I'm actually quite in love with you. Really."

Then, without any further ado, he turned to the server who brought him a plate of meatballs and began eating, entirely unbothered by his own confession.