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"Lin Xi! Wake up! If you don't get up now, your 'Marxist Philosophy' old hag is going to drown the library in her spit!"
I jolted awake from a mountain of design drafts, greeted by the enlarged face of my roommate, Su Meng, and the soda can she was shaking in front of me. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, stabbing at my eyes. I glanced at my phone: it was 9:50 AM, just ten minutes before 'Marxist Philosophy' class started. And there I was, in pajamas, with messy hair, on the fourth floor of the dormitory far from the lecture hall.
"Oh no!" I wailed, leaping out of bed with the speed of a sprinter. I dashed into the bathroom, finished washing up in three minutes, threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie at lightning speed, grabbed some books and a pen from my desk, and bolted out.
"Lin Xi! Your breakfast!" Su Meng shouted after me.
"I'll eat after class! Otherwise, I'll be breakfast for the 'old hag' today!" I yelled back without looking, disappearing down the stairs.
The crisp autumn morning air was chilly as I ran, the cold wind rushing into my collar and slightly clearing the fog from my all-nighter spent drawing. The lecture hall was just ahead; victory was in sight. But then I wasn’t paying attention and collided head-on with someone coming around the corner at the library entrance.
"Bang!"
"Crash—"
Books scattered everywhere, and worse yet, the steaming American coffee I had just bought from the convenience store downstairs flew through the air in a perfect arc, splattering most of it onto… his white shirt.
The rich aroma of coffee quickly filled the air as it soaked into the pristine fabric, creating an abstract disaster that looked like a failed modern art piece.
I froze in place, my mind blank. Looking up, I found myself staring into a pair of deep, cold eyes.
The guy before me was tall and had an upright posture; even in a simple white shirt and black pants, he exuded an air of elegance that couldn't be masked. His features were strikingly handsome—high nose bridge, thin lips pressed together—and at that moment, his beautifully shaped brows were slightly furrowed as he looked down at his chest where my "masterpiece" had landed.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm in a hurry..." I stammered an apology, flustered as I tried to help him wipe it off but realized my hands were empty; I didn't even have a tissue.
He didn’t say anything but raised his gaze to look at me. His calm expression made me feel inexplicably guilty and pressured. I recognized him—or rather, hardly anyone at A University didn’t know him—Shen Yizhou, a genius from the Computer Science department, winner of the National Award for three consecutive years, Chairman of the Student Council, consistently topping all lists of campus celebrities; he was the ultimate form of "the perfect child."
Under his emotionless gaze, I felt like a school kid who had just committed a grave mistake.
"Um... can I help you wash it?" I suggested awkwardly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Or... I'll buy you another one?" Though looking at his shirt's quality, I probably wouldn’t have enough for even one month’s living expenses.
Shen Yizhou finally spoke; his voice matched his demeanor—cool and deep—with a hint of subtle detachment: "No need."
He bent down silently to pick up my scattered books and handed them back to me. His fingers were long and clean, sharply contrasting with the coffee stains around us.
I took the books back and felt even more embarrassed. "I'm really sorry..."
He seemed uninterested in prolonging this unfortunate encounter and simply said lightly, "Be careful next time." Then he turned and walked into the library with a "Coffee Map" adorning his shirt. Watching his retreating figure disappear made me tug at my hair in frustration. My first close encounter with my crush had turned out this way! And now I had to face the wrath of the 'Marxist Philosophy' old hag!
Sure enough, as I rushed into class just as the bell rang, the old professor was scanning the room with what felt like a "death ray." I slinked into a corner seat in the back where Su Meng had already saved me a spot.
"So how did it go?" Su Meng whispered.
I laid my head on the desk in despair. "Don't even mention it. I rushed out without checking my luck today; knocked over coffee and spilled it all over Shen Yizhou."
"What?!" Su Meng exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat. "Shen Yizhou?! That Department Idol and Academic Genius from the Computer Science department?"
I nodded, feeling like crying without tears.
"My goodness! What kind of luck do you have... Did you disturb the male god's nest or stumble into a bad luck charm?" Su Meng looked at me with sympathy. "He didn't get angry, did he? I've heard he's quite aloof."
"Not angry," I recalled. "Just... pretty cold. He probably thinks I'm a clumsy fool."
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