Zhongli checks his messages at least three or four times before leaving, and a few more after arriving at the destination and walking towards the dorms.

It should be here?

He, at the very least, triple checks the address and campus name before looking for the room number, stopping at the doorstep awkwardly.
He fixes his tie, even though it’s pinned to his shirt, glancing down at his watch.

Alright, five minutes in advance, just in time.

After taking a long breath, he finally knocks, the door only opening a few minutes later.

‘‘Ah, hello, I’m here.’’

He gives a small nod, grasping the strap of his backpack nervously.

‘‘Tutoring, right? I’m Zhongli.’’