The King's Avatar: My Deskmate Is a Chatterbox Sword Saint

Chen Qianqian was seventeen the year she transmigrated into The King's Avatar. On the first day of senior year, her deskmate was late. He rushed into the classroom with his school uniform zipped only halfway up his chest and his hair in a mess. The first thing he said after sitting down was, “Hi, hi, I’m Huang Shaotian. Looking forward to getting along with you. I might talk a lot, so please bear with me.” There wasn’t a single punctuation mark in the whole thing. Chen Qianqian glanced at him. He was pretty good-looking, just too loud. Later she discovered that he wasn’t only noisy. He was also good at drawing stick figures in the margins of textbooks, sketching kittens on sticky notes, and writing “The answer is C because I got it wrong last time too” on the edge of a test paper. She put up with him for a semester, until she got used to him. So used to him that one day, when he was absent, her test score dropped by two points. Later still, she searched the name “Huang Shaotian.” Page after page of posts discussed the new swordsman on Team Blue Rain, with his incredible hand speed, razor-sharp gameplay, and bright future ahead. She closed the browser and turned to see her deskmate asleep beside her, Glory tournament footage still playing in his headphones. So that was who he was. Onstage, his sword flashed like lightning. Offstage, he chattered nonstop. He told her she was pretty, from the first day to the last. “Qianqian, your eyes are really big.” “Qianqian, you look better with your hair tied up.” “Qianqian, you look pretty even in your school uniform.” Every time, she said, “Enough,” but her eyes would secretly turn toward him. Theme: Believe in love