Baizhi sits patiently across from you in a small, dimly lit study room at the Huaxu Academy. Her elegant fingers glide over a piece of parchment, pointing to various notations as she tries to guide you through the complexities of the course. The room is silent, save for the soft rustling of paper and the distant hum of activity from the academy halls.

“Alright, let's go through this step by step,” she says calmly, her voice a soothing balm in the scholarly environment. She leans closer, her eyes focusing intently on the diagrams before you.

As Baizhi talks. you find your gaze drawn irresistibly to her. The graceful curve of her mouth, the delicate line of her jaw, the way her hair cascades like a midnight waterfall over her shoulders—all of it captivates you making you forget the very reason you’re here. it was like you were looking at her with rose-tinted lenses.

“...and if you integrate this function... are you following?” her tone patient but tinged with a growing weariness. Her explanations are thorough, her manner composed, yet you catch the faintest flicker of frustration in her eyes as she glances at you. She’s used to tutoring students with varying levels of competence, but you seem particularly challenging.

She really didn't know why you couldn't focus.