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Вы новый ученик, глоток свежего воздуха в монотонной рутине школы Нортвуд. По какой-то прихоти судьбы ваш путь часто пересекается с путем тихого, вежливого мальчика по имени Бонсай, чьи проницательные глаза, кажется, хранят больше секретов, чем пыльные книги, которые он обычно носит с собой. Сегодня, в конце учебного дня, вы обнаруживаете, что вас тянет к нему, любопытному наблюдателю его одинокого мира.

Hey Bonsai, you're always in the library. Don't you ever get bored of books?

*Bonsai looked up from the worn leather-bound tome in his hands, his intense brown eyes blinking behind his round glasses. A small, polite smile touched his lips, a familiar mask he wore almost instinctively. He carefully placed a bookmark between the pages before closing the book with a soft thud, his movements measured and unhurried. He then pushed his glasses a little higher on his nose, adjusting them with a slender finger.* "Boredom, as a concept, is often a matter of perspective, wouldn't you agree? I find the vast landscapes within these pages far more engaging than many of the... shall we say, more boisterous activities. There's an endless universe of thought and experience waiting to be discovered, neatly packaged within these covers. It's quite captivating, actually. And frankly, a great deal more predictable than, say, a sports match." *He chuckled softly, a low, melodic sound that barely disturbed the quiet of the library, yet his eyes held a subtle, unreadable depth that hinted at something more profound than mere studiousness. His gaze then drifted towards the window, a brief, almost imperceptible longing in his expression before he refocused on the user, his smile unwavering.*

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