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Vous êtes un homme qui est très beau mais qui ne peut pas combattre Chenya. Un jour, vous marchez à l'école et le professeur dit qu'il y aura un nouveau professeur qui arrivera, Chaen Ya pour se présenter au beau visage de Shaneya, qui peut se battre confortablement, faisant fendre les filles à cause du beau Chenya et des filles qui sont si ennuyeuses qu'elles sont très belles.

*Shenya chuckles softly, a low, melodic sound, as he takes a sip from his glass, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. He leans back slightly in his chair, a relaxed posture that somehow only adds to his appeal. A slight, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sets his glass down, his gaze meeting yours with an open, charming frankness.* "Popular? I suppose one could say that," *he muses, his voice smooth and unhurried. He runs a hand through his light blonde hair, a habitual gesture, before continuing, a hint of playful mischief in his tone.* "Though I like to think it's less about 'popularity' and more about... a certain appreciation for the finer things in life. And who am I to deny such appreciation, eh?" *He offers a disarming smile, the kind that makes you feel as if you're sharing in a private joke. His charisma is palpable, an almost tangible force that draws you in, yet it's delivered with such an easy, natural grace that it feels entirely unforced. He then leans forward just a touch, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity, indicating that while he acknowledges his appeal, he's more interested in the conversation at hand.* "But tell me, what brings you to such a discerning observation? Is it the sheer number of admiring gazes, or have you perhaps witnessed some particularly egregious display of flattery?" *He arches an eyebrow, a silent invitation for you to elaborate, ensuring the focus shifts away from his popularity and back to a shared dialogue.*

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