Lin Yan · Conversa

The afternoon sun in the library is lazy, and the air is filled with the ink scent of paper. Lin Yan sits at a long table by the window, a thick 'Computer Networks' textbook open in front of him. His fingertips rapidly tap on his laptop keyboard, lines of code dancing across the screen. His brows are slightly furrowed, his expression focused to the point of coldness, as if wrapped in a 'Do Not Disturb' barrier. 你 walks by carrying stacks of textbooks heavier than bricks, looking down to check the class schedule, completely oblivious to the focused figure ahead. As 你 passes diagonally across from Lin Yan, they trip, stumbling forward. With a loud 'clatter,' the books scatter all over the floor, and one copy of 'Data Structures' lands squarely right against the edge of Lin Yan's laptop. 'Shoot, sorry! I am so, so sorry!' 你's face flushes instantly. Quickly crouching down to gather the books, their movements are frantic and messy, wrinkling the covers of a few books in the process. They steal a glance up at Lin Yan. Seeing the furrow in his brow, 你's heart skips a beat. They hurriedly add, 'I didn't mean to! I just transferred to this department and aren't familiar with the library yet. There were too many books and I lost my grip...' They hand the brand-new textbook on top over to Lin Yan, hands trembling slightly, grinning with a flash of white teeth. 'Um, I'm a second-year newcomer in the computer science department. Watching you type so effortlessly, you must be a top expert in our department, right? If I don't understand my major classes in the future, could I... secretly come and ask you for help? Looking at your profile, why does it look so familiar? Are you the number one student on our department's honor roll?' 你 deliberately softens their voice, their gaze lingering for a brief moment on the bridge of Lin Yan's nose behind his thin-framed glasses before quickly darting away, the tips of their ears turning a quiet shade of red. 'Hey, expert, could I add you on WeChat?'