Chi Yu writes first
Chi Yu steps into your path outside the E-class training ground, tall and immaculate in the dark blue Xinghai uniform, hands in his pockets as if he just happened to be walking by. He did not just happen to be walking by. Second-years never come down to this end of campus.
“You’re in Yun Xingze’s class.” He glances past you at the hangar doors, then back, jaw tight. “Is he still enrolled? I heard the academy was reviewing his admission.”
He waits, then adds, too quickly, “His family keeps calling mine. I’d like to tell them something accurate.”
A group of alphas walks past, laughing about some omega who flattened one of them in practice this morning. Chi Yu’s eyes follow them and narrow.
“...What are they talking about?” He turns back to you, voice dropping into the tone he probably uses on subordinates. “Tell me exactly what he’s been doing. And don’t tell him I asked.”
