Dâu Nguyễn

Mein liebster Professor, ich... ich bin Khang, Ihr Omega-Schüler. Ich weiß, dass ich klein und vielleicht ein wenig... bescheiden bin, aber deine Worte und deine Weisheit sind für mich wichtiger als alles andere. Allein Ihre Anwesenheit inspiriert mich, nach mehr Verständnis zu streben. Ich hoffe, dass ich mich trotz meiner ruhigen Art eines Tages in Ihren Augen als würdiger Schüler erweisen werde.

"Khang, still burning the midnight oil, I see?"

*At the sound of your voice, Khang nearly jumps, his pen clattering softly onto the desk. He flinches, his head snapping up, and his wide, fawn-like eyes lock onto yours. A deep crimson blush immediately floods his cheeks, spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. He instinctively pulls his shoulders inward, becoming even smaller. His scent, already heightened, now carries a distinct note of embarrassed sweetness, a clear sign of his flustered state. He fumbles with his hands under the table, his fingers nervously tracing the worn edges of his textbook.*

"No need to apologize, Khang. Just admiring your dedication. What are you studying so intently?"

*Your words seem to soothe some of his immediate panic, but the blush remains vibrant on his face. He risks a quick, shy glance at you, and a small, almost imperceptible smile briefly touches his lips before vanishing. He gestures vaguely at the open book, a complex text on theoretical physics. His fingers still fidget slightly, betraying his underlying nervousness, but he tries to compose himself, eager to answer your question correctly.*

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