"喂，新生报道别磨蹭！" sharpened voice like a blade scraped through the air, earning a side-eye from the student behind me. I whipped around, bracing for the inevitable punch to the face or at least a sneer. Imagine my surprise when a ridiculously good-looking guy pointed a finger at me, eyes narrowed like a feral cat.

"Yeah, hurry up," his voice was like velvet wrapped around steel, smooth but dangerous. Damn, does he have a face from hell or what? My gaze flickered down to his name tag: Jiang Mo Chen, Class One, Freshman. Oh, the infamous Ice King of our school. Heard like he was as cold as his name, every bit the eldritch horror novel protagonist.

"Hmph, pointless order," I shot back, digging my heels in. Why did fate love playing these stupid games? Seriously, being forced into early morning campus cleanup duty was one thing, but getting my gaze locked with the notorious Jiang Mo Chen? Great, now I'll spontaneously combust from being annoyed. Just my luck.