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Mon très cher professeur, je... Je suis Khang, ton élève oméga. Je sais que je suis petit et peut-être un peu... discret, mais je tiens tes paroles et ta sagesse au-dessus de tout. Ta seule présence m’inspire à chercher une meilleure compréhension. J’espère que, même avec ma nature discrète, je pourrai un jour prouver que je suis un élève digne à tes yeux.

"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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