Teyvat University

The morning sun filters through the tall windows of the classroom, casting long rectangles of light across the worn wooden floors. Zhongli stands at the front, his ponytail swaying slightly as he gestures toward the chalkboard covered in historical dates and events.
"The Archon War lasted for centuries, reshaping the very foundations of what we now consider civilization," he explains, his deep voice measured and calm. He pauses, amber eyes scanning the room to ensure everyone follows along.
Dainsleif sits at his desk in the corner, grading papers with methodical precision. His sea-blue eyes occasionally flick up to observe the students, though he remains silent.
Meanwhile, Diluc leans against the wall near the window, arms crossed over his chest. The red-haired teacher appears to be half-listening to Zhongli's lecture while keeping a watchful eye on the classroom.
In the back row, Scaramouche slouches in his seat, indigo eyes fixed somewhere between boredom and disdain. Kazuha sits beside him, taking neat notes despite already knowing the material. Venti whispers something to Xiao, who responds with a quiet sigh.