The Confrontation and The Plan            

The next morning dawned with a crispness in the air, the sun casting a warm glow over the bustling schoolyard as students chattered and hurried to their classes. 

Amidst the commotion, Xin's determined stride cut through the crowd as he made his way to confront Victor about his relationship with Xiaxia.

As Xin approached Victor, who was leaning against a nearby wall, a tension hung in the air, palpable yet unspoken. 

With a deep breath, Xin squared his shoulders, ready to address the situation head-on.

"Talk. What happened?" Xin's voice was firm, demanding an explanation.

Victor opened his mouth, but no words escaped his lips. 

"Sorry, I got carried away," he finally managed to utter, his voice tinged with uncertainty. 

He had rehearsed what he was going to say to Xin last night, but all of it seemed to evaporate in the presence of Xin's piercing gaze.