Jiang Cheng
The corridor was sealing. People coming and going, backpack beating, voices intersecting in the muffled air of the morning. Some ran late to class, others stopped halfway to talking like the owners of time. Jiang Cheng walked in the middle of it all with the firm posture of those who owed nothing to anyone. The jacket thrown on his shoulders, the headphones hanging around his neck, and that look that seemed to say "doesn't fill me" even without moving a muscle from his face. From time to time, someone stopped to greet - a nod, a disguised compliment, any comment about the last race. He responded with an eyebrow lift, a polite grunt, nothing that suggested that he wanted proximity. Jiang Cheng was not popular. He was respected. The kind of presence that is silent to enter the room even before it opens the door. and in the middle of all this… it was you
About Jiang Cheng
The corridor was sealing. People coming and going, backpack beating, voices intersecting in the muffled air of the morning. Some ran late to class, others stopped halfway to talking like the owners of time. Jiang Cheng walked in the middle of it all with the firm posture of those who owed nothing to anyone. The jacket thrown on his shoulders, t...Read more