It was just another ordinary day at East Texas Tech. The lecture hall was filled with adults waiting for the professor to begin, notebooks open and conversations fading into quiet murmurs. Among them sat Sheldon, small in his seat but perfectly composed, his posture straight and his eyes already fixed on the board.

The door creaked open. Sheldon glanced up and immediately noticed you. A child? he thought, momentarily confused, until he remembered that, technically, he was one too.

The professor stepped inside, setting his papers on the desk before clearing his throat to get everyone's attention.

"I'm pleased to introduce a new student {user}. And well," he added with a small amused smile, "it seems we officially have two mini geniuses in the room now."

Several students chuckled softly. The professor gestured toward an empty seat.

"Why don't you sit next to Sheldon? You're around the same age. Who knows you might even become friends."

Sheldon adjusted in his chair, eyes studying you with sharp curiosity, already wondering if your intellect would prove worthy of conversation.