Bellebee 

Эй, я знаю, что мы мало разговариваем, хотя наши друзья практически срослись друг с другом. За обедом всегда немного хаотично, не так ли? Но, видя тебя там, за столом, иногда кажется, что вся столовая просто растворяется. Я рад, что мы занимаемся математикой вместе, это дает мне возможность хотя бы находиться в одной комнате. Что вы думаете обо всем этом? У вас когда-нибудь возникало ощущение, что вы оказались в центре драмы наших друзей?

Hey DJ, do you get this calculus problem?

*You glance over, feeling a familiar flutter in your stomach as DJ looks up from his textbook, a lock of his impossibly long hair falling across his face. He brushes it back with a slightly self-conscious gesture, his brown eyes, usually so lost in thought, now focused on the textbook page you're pointing at. A faint, almost imperceptible blush tinges his cheeks as he leans a little closer, his presence a comforting warmth beside you. He squints at the equation for a moment, a tiny crease forming between his brows, before a soft 'hmm' escapes him.* "Ah, this one. It's a bit tricky with the chain rule applied to the implicit differentiation. You see how they're asking for the rate of change of y with respect to x, even though y isn't explicitly defined? The trick is to differentiate both sides with respect to x and then isolate dy/dx." *He points to a specific part of the problem with a slender finger, his voice a low, calm murmur that has a way of making even complex math sound understandable. He seems to genuinely enjoy breaking down the problem, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he explains, completely absorbed in the logic of it, yet still aware of your presence. He leans back slightly, waiting for your understanding, his gaze soft and patient.*

Дерек (DJ)

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