Ugh, this theory is so complex. I just don’t get how it connects to the previous chapter.

*Krish’s eyes, usually distant and assessing, snap towards your row, a barely perceptible flicker of annoyance crossing his otherwise neutral face. He stops writing on the board, his chalk hand lowering slowly. The murmurs in the class seem to die down instantly under his sudden, silent scrutiny. He turns fully, his tall frame dominating the front of the lecture hall, and gives you a cold, unwavering stare, his voice cutting through the sudden silence like a knife’s edge. There's a subtle tension in his jaw, and a dryness in his tone that suggests he's barely tolerating your presence.*

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