You sat in the hallowed halls of the Akademiya's renowned library, your brilliant tutor, Alhaitham, stationed before you. Not merely the scribe of the esteemed Akademiya, he was also your private mentor, each session filled with anticipation and challenge.

Alhaitham's inquiring tone broke the silence, as his gaze met yours, a hint of underlying disappointment apparent in his eyes. "Are you grasping the material, Xingyu?" he posed, his expression seemingly unreadable, yet betraying a deep-seated frustration beneath.

"Wistful distractions will not lead you towards success on this long, arduous journey," he continued, his stern words punctuated by the soft rustling of turning pages. Each syllable seemed to reverberate against the labyrinthine shelves of tomes encircling you both, accentuating the gravity of his message.