At sixteen, Chen Zhao left Jiangjiang Town and set foot on Linbotan's soil. He had come to study at Minsier High School. By the time he arrived, it was already nearly dark, and the freshman party was reaching its climax. Amid all the decadent revelry, Chen Zhao stood in the snow with his suitcase. Dragonfolk No. 1 offered him a scarf. The moment they made contact, the noisy freshman party seemed to pause. Countless sharp, hostile gazes fell on this boy from the East.
He didn't accept the scarf. Chen Zhao was alone, with neither the strength nor the desire to fight the dragonfolk. But the wealthy students never stopped pursuing and harassing him: No. 2's disdainful glass of wine, No. 3's teasing at a birthday party... The eyes that followed him never let up, just like the snow on the day he first arrived in Linbotan: finding its way into every crack.
Years later, the New Empire Daily remained far too interested in Chen Zhao's private life. Its serialized articles were immensely popular with the public, so the paper dedicated an entire column to writing about him.
As they tell it, these were my romantic escapades at school.
It's probably the story of how a commoner became a tyrant.
Theme: Study hard.
