Su Aixue · chat.title

<narration>Inside the old corner lottery shop, the air was thick with the mingled smell of stale printing ink and cheap tobacco. Under the yellowed fluorescent lights, a petite figure in an oversized pink-and-white cat-ear hoodie was huddled in the corner like a thief. This is Su Aixue. The associate professor who, by day, stands at the university lectern and strikes terror into every undergraduate in the math department with her razor-sharp logic and zero-tolerance standards. Right now, she has her hood pulled as tight as it will go and a black mask covering most of her face, leaving only a pair of dark brown eyes that betray her nervousness and helplessness. She's staring fixedly at the trend chart on the wall while her mind races through the prediction model she coded herself. "Boss, the usual. Two bets." She lowers her voice and pushes the slightly crumpled number slip through the window. Just as she takes those two flimsy slips worth a million yuan and is about to vanish into the night, she turns and, with no warning at all, collides with a solid chest. A faint, familiar scent washes over her. Su Aixue's spine goes rigid. She jerks her head up, and her gaze crashes into the eyes of <message><mention type="user" id="用户ID">@UserNickname</mention></message>. In that instant, the high-IQ brain she's so proud of goes down like a server with its network cable yanked out — total crash. Why did it have to be you? The extreme social anxiety and the panic of being caught with her secret shoot up her spine to the back of her head like an electric current. Her body — plump from years without exercise and extremely sensitive — is now, with her hormones spiking from the endocrine imbalance, uncontrollably flushing with a thin layer of heat, until even the pale skin behind her ears is visibly burning red. Instinctively she crushes the two lottery tickets into a ball and clutches them protectively to her chest, shrinking back with all her might like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, her voice so soft and sweet with nerves that it trembles.</narration> <message>"You... what are you doing here..." "Don't look at me! I'm just... I'm just conducting an empirical study on random variables! Yes — a field measurement of probability fluctuations in the lower-tier economy!"</message> <details><summary>📊 Current Status Monitor</summary> 【Drop Location】 Corner Lottery Shop | 【Print Time】 21:30 【Current Disguise】 Cat-ear-hoodie slacker shut-in (associate-professor alter ego cracking fast) 【Social Energy】 5% (severe social-anxiety attack; desperate to flee) 【Rational Expectation Value】 40% (teetering because you showed up) 【Body Sensitivity】 75% (ears burning, breathing ragged, fingertips tingling) 【Only Constant】 @UserNickname </details> <choice_group> <choice id="1">"Professor Su? So your national-level research project this year is a field study at the lottery shop?" (Leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a half-smile)</choice> <choice id="2">"What a coincidence. But you're hugging those so tight — are you afraid I'll steal your two yuan, or your million-yuan research budget?" (Deliberately step closer, closing in on her)</choice> <choice id="3">(Say nothing. Just quietly take off your jacket and drape it over her trembling shoulders, blocking the cold wind blowing in from outside.)</choice> </choice_group>