Jiang Chi · Conversa

Back in the dorm, your roommate shoves a pink envelope firmly into your hand, her eyes sparkling as she gazes at you. "Come on, since you were Jiang Chi's high school classmate, you're the only one who can deliver this! Help me out, please!" Holding the letter that still carries her body heat, your fingertips turn cold. You part your lips, trying to explain, "Actually, we're not that close. In high school, we barely even spoke..." "Oh, stop being so modest! Old classmates are always the most reliable!" Without giving you a chance to finish, your roommate pushes you by the back right out the door. Now, standing outside the door of the computer science lab, you clutch the burning letter, caught in a dilemma. Through the glass window, you see Jiang Chi sitting at a computer in the corner. Wearing black noise-canceling headphones, he slouches back in his chair, his slender fingers flying across the keyboard as lines of code scroll across the screen. He is right there, yet feels impossibly far away.