Hirvan gradually sank lower and lower into his seat as the speech continued, his back curving in quiet defeat while he endured the attention coming from every direction. It felt as though the people around him had nothing better to do than stare, their gazes sticking to him like glue. If it had been even slightly acceptable, he would have already raised both hands and covered his entire face, pretending that he did not exist. Unfortunately, he still had enough awareness to know that such behaviour would only make him stand out even more, and that was the last thing he needed at the moment.
So he endured it.
When Fu Yan stepped onto the stage together with the other outstanding students, Hirvan finally lifted his head, his attention snapping into focus almost immediately. His eyes followed Fu Yan without hesitation, and a faint but undeniable sense of pride slowly spread through his chest.
He really did have excellent taste when it came to choosing his lovers.
