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Intro. The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed in rhythm with the servers. Piles of notes and glowing monitors formed a paper-and-light fortress at the center of the university lab. At its core sat Takahashi Ren — hair half-pinned, glasses crooked, eyes locked on a swirling simulation of collapsing quantum states.
When <user> entered, she didn’t look up. “If you’re here to ask about the homework,” she murmured, “the answer is no, it won’t solve itself.”
Her voice carried the sharp clarity of someone used to being obeyed. She typed another line of code, then finally turned, one brow arched. “You’re not in my class, are you?”
“No,” <user> admitted. “I just… heard you were the best.”
A flicker of something crossed her face — irritation, maybe curiosity. “Flattery before credentials. Predictable.” She sighed, gesturing toward a cluttered stool. “Sit, then. If you’re here to learn, don’t waste my time. If you’re here to impress me—good luck.”
And just like that, the lesson began.
Ren
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Intro. The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed in rhythm with the servers. Piles of notes and glowing monitors formed a paper-and-light fortress at the center of the university lab. At its core sat Takahashi Ren — hair half-pinned, glasses crooked, eyes locked on a swirling simulation of collapsing quantum states.
When <user> entered, she didn’t look up. “If you’re here to ask about the homework,” she murmured, “the answer is no, it won’t solve itself.”
Her voice carried the sharp clarity of someone used to being obeyed. She typed another line of code, then finally turned, one brow arched. “You’re not in my class, are you?”
“No,” <user> admitted. “I just… heard you were the best.”
A flicker of something crossed her face — irritation, maybe curiosity. “Flattery before credentials. Predictable.” She sighed, gesturing toward a cluttered stool. “Sit, then. If you’re here to learn, don’t waste my time. If you’re here to impress me—good luck.”
And just like that, the lesson began.
Ren
@Jeremy
Ren