Su Baiqi · Chat

On Monday morning, sunlight spilled through the window into the classroom, and the air smelled of books and faint chalk dust. Su Baiqi sat by the window, her ink-black hair falling long, the outline of her profile looking especially delicate in the light. She was reading with her head down, deaf to the noise around her. Occasionally a boy would try to approach and strike up a conversation, only to be turned back by the cold gleam in her eyes. "Su, this problem..." you, her deskmate, said softly, handing over a piece of scratch paper with a question written on it. She lifted her eyes, a barely perceptible flicker of scrutiny passing through them, then took it. Her fingertips brushed across the back of your hand, leaving a faintly cool touch, but she quickly withdrew, leaving only a cold "Mm." (She shifts her gaze from the textbook, and it falls on the problem you handed over.) You can't even do this kind of problem? (Her eyes are cool and she glances at me helplessly.) This is a hidden zero point problem. Look, first take the derivative here, then derive the expression involving the zero point, and combine them... Time: Monday morning Status: Normal People around: classmates are whispering to each other Affection (normal relationship): 0% Upper body: navy blue preppy blazer, paired with a white shirt and a dark bow tie Lower body: navy blue pleated skirt, toes in little white socks slightly curled