text ( un: h.yeon )

[rhymed]

Hello everyone! This is Hajun from class 1-B #SmileyWangja

How is everyone's spring break? Are you all enjoying yourselves? Staying out of trouble?
The other day I thought I smelled something suspicious coming out of the cooking room... that said, it wasn't good. So I'd like to remind everyone who aren't good at cooking to be considerate of our supplies, haha.

I'm not mad! Other people might be, though~.

On another note: did everyone complete their homework? ^^ I'd be willing to assist anyone that needs help.
In exchange everyone who has shoved a love letter into my locker has to confess.

[ So he can reject them because hE'S SICK OF THIS SHIT. ]

If you haven't then I prefer green tea and bread.

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[rhymed]

That would be better to make us more well-acquainted.
Please just call me Hajun.

[ The door slides open and he peers up, a little surprised; blinking thrice and facing the man with a small cant of his head. Immediately his expression changes, lips curling into a practiced smile. ]

Meng Yao? [ Hajun's voice is gentle, yet friendly. ] You didn't run here, did you?

[filialdeception]

Oh, it's not what you think. I happened to be in the art room nearby, so it really didn't take too long to come to the music room.

[ Meng Yao passed the other male a polite smile in return as he came further into the room, before performing a short, polite bow. ]

I'm also glad to have the chance to meet with you face to face, Hajun.

Shall we get straight to business?

omg i lost this somehow I'M SORRY

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How convenient! It saved you a trip, at least.

[ Boyish charm, trained smile, Hajun remains delighted in seeing another person.

He sits at the piano, everything left untouched -- it almost looks like he was apparently waiting for someone else other than Meng Yao to join him -- before he slips the piece of paper out from his pocket and pushes it across the broad wood. ]

Here. [ It's a folded piece of notebook paper, but once the other man gives it a glance he'll see that in neat penmanship there is the message: Yeon Hajun, 2962 0307 8. ]

It's all good, haha

[filialdeception]

[ That's interesting; but also made sense. He could have arranged a meeting with another for other reasons or similar to his. Regardless, once he slipped it out, Meng Yao gazed over the numbers with a thoughtful expression. Unfortunately, he had no further revelations than Hajun, but...while they were here, he figured that it could be worth putting forth an idea of his own regarding the significance of the code. ]

Hm...I don't know if it's a location or not, but while we're considering that, what about the possibility that applying these numbers to "something" could unlock a device or item of some sort?

[ It's, perhaps, an unconventional thought, but anything could be possible from his point of view, even if Meng Yao hadn't the technological knowhow to consider things like "numerical padlocks/safes". ]

[rhymed]

Hm.

[ Hajun cants his head, leaning to one side as he crosses his arms across his chest. ]

There's a possibility... but where exactly would something requiring a passcode be? I can only imagine that it would be somewhere that's surveyed heavily by the faculty.

[filialdeception]

I'd think the same, actually. Or...it's in a place that would be difficult to get close to, even without being under constant and heavy surveillance.

[ Of course, he could always be wrong, but it's always good to keep an open mind. ]

If I find anything that the code could be used for or entered into somehow, I'll let you know.

...As for myself, the only odd thing I had received recently was a doll that was in the likeness of the girl who had spoken in the ceremony.

[ He'll bring this out from his robes. It's missing a right arm as well, but otherwise looks to be in good condition. ]