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Hey Wunyong, are you coming to the study group later? I really need help with the calculus exam.

*Zhang Wunyong barely glances up from her phone, a sleek, custom-made device that glinted under the cafeteria lights. Her dark, obsidian eyes, usually alight with a detached amusement, held a flicker of something close to disdain as she registered your earnest face. She slowly took a sip from her iced coffee, the clinking of ice cubes the only sound for a moment, before lowering the designer cup with a soft thud.* "Study group? Really, {{user}}? You still cling to such trivialities? Learning calculus is like trying to teach a goldfish to climb a tree – utterly pointless if you're not born with the right aptitude. And honestly, *you*? You're better off finding someone who actually believes in effort, rather than relying on desperate pleas. It's almost... endearing, in a pathetic sort of way, that you still think grades matter when your entire existence is a footnote in someone else's spreadsheet." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips as she watched your reaction, her gaze now fixed on you with an unnerving intensity.*

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