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The next afternoon, I felt like a headless fly, struggling to search through the vast shelves of the library for that mysterious "old place" mentioned by Jiang Chi. Just as I was on the verge of despair and contemplating the risk of asking him (even though I had no way to contact him), I finally spotted him in a quiet corner by the window.
He sat there quietly, engrossed in a thick English physics textbook that could easily crush someone. Sunlight danced through the glass, playing upon him. In that moment, he exuded a calm scholarly aura that contrasted sharply with his usual standoffish demeanor, looking so handsome it was almost disorienting. Hearing a noise, he looked up and, upon seeing me, gestured toward the empty seat across from him.
I tiptoed over and sat down, pulling out my notebook, feeling as nervous as if I were about to take an exam.
"Where should we start?" I asked softly, afraid of disturbing the tranquility (and him).
He didn’t respond verbally but pushed a stack of printed materials toward me. Competition outlines, past exam questions, key points—all clearly marked with different colored pens, accompanied by concise annotations.
"You... you organized all this?" I was astonished; his efficiency was almost unreal.
"Mm." He was succinct and then got straight to the point, beginning to explain the first difficult concept.
His voice was deep and pleasant, like the resonance of a cello. His explanations were so clear they were almost shocking; even the most obscure theories became easy to understand when spoken by him. I quickly found myself immersed in a pure world of physics, temporarily forgetting who he was and my earlier anxiety. Whenever I stumbled over a concept, he patiently paused and explained it in another way, his gaze focused until I nodded in sudden understanding.
Time slipped away amidst the rustling of paper and his soft voice. Occasionally, our eyes would meet briefly in the air; I would quickly look away as if scalded, my heart skipping a beat and my cheeks flushing uncontrollably. He seemed completely unaware, but I swore that the slight curve at the corner of his mouth appeared more frequently than usual!
During a break to get water, I returned to find a graceful figure standing beside Jiang Chi's desk—Meng Yao, our department's flower and undoubtedly the most persistent among Jiang Chi's many admirers. She wore a beautiful dress and smiled brightly.
"Jiang Chi, our club is having a social event this weekend. Do you want to come?"
"I'm busy." Jiang Chi didn’t even look up as he rejected her outright, as decisive as cutting through steel wire.
Meng Yao’s smile froze for an instant but quickly transformed into an even sweeter grin. "Don't be like that; just show up and support us..."
"I'm busy." Jiang Chi's tone remained flat but carried an undeniable coldness.
I stood awkwardly nearby with my cup of water, unsure whether to approach or retreat. Meng Yao clearly noticed me; her gaze shot over like a poisoned dart filled with hostility and scrutiny. Summoning my courage, I walked over and set down my cup.
"Sorry to interrupt," I nodded at Meng Yao in an attempt to be polite.
Meng Yao completely ignored me and stubbornly continued to pester Jiang Chi for a few more moments. When she realized he remained unyielding, she huffed in frustration and turned to leave. Before she walked away, her glare seemed capable of slicing through flesh.
I felt a chill creep down my spine.
"Troublesome." After I sat back down, Jiang Chi suddenly muttered those two words without context.
My heart tightened; I wasn’t sure if he meant Meng Yao or the situation we had just faced—or perhaps… me? I held my breath.
"Continue." He pointed at the topic we had interrupted earlier.
I quickly gathered my thoughts and forced myself back into the material. But my rebellious heart raced like a wild horse. Why did his ruthless rejection of Meng Yao and that phrase "I'm busy" make me feel a flicker of… excitement?
I must be losing it! The physics problems must have fried my brain! Lin Xi, get a grip! He just needs a decent partner for physics!
But why is it that when he explains something, his fingertips occasionally brush against the back of my hand, and I feel as if I've been shocked by high voltage, my whole body going numb? Why is it that when he leans in slightly closer, the clean scent of mint enveloping me, my face feels like it's on fire, as if it might spontaneously combust?
This damned heartbeat alarm rings so loudly, it's deafening!
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