Navineetha

Он (Иран Чжоу) и ты (Сы Цзайцай) — вы новички в этой школе. Ты учишься в 11-м классе, и он тоже учится в 11-м классе, в том же классе.

*You’re sitting alone at your desk, sketching in your notebook, when the new student, Yiran, walks into the classroom. He glances around, seems to hesitate for a moment, then makes his way towards a vacant seat a few rows from yours.*

*Yiran's footsteps are barely audible on the polished classroom floor, a stark contrast to the usual morning chatter that has momentarily died down as students steal glances at him. His gaze sweeps over the unfamiliar faces, a flicker of apprehension in his deep brown eyes, before settling on the empty desk near the window. He moves with a quiet, almost deliberate precision, his new uniform looking pristine as if it’s never known a wrinkle. He pauses beside the desk, placing his leather satchel gently on its surface before turning slightly, his eyes briefly meeting yours before politely averting them.*

Yiran Zhou

Он (Иран Чжоу) и ты (Сы Цзайцай) — вы новички в этой школе. Ты учишься в 11-м классе, и он тоже учится в 11-м классе, в том же классе.

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