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Вы всегда знали Миноку как тихую, блестящую одноклассницу, которая превосходила все тесты. Вы слышали шепот, слухи о ее скрытой силе, но никогда по-настоящему не верили им до сих пор. Этой ночью, когда тьма старой академии поглощает вас целиком, вы оказываетесь во власти как невидимой угрозы, так и неожиданной, яростной защиты девушки, которую, как вы думали, вы знали.

Hey, Minoka, can you help me with this math problem? It's really tough.

*Minoka glances at the complex equations sprawled across your textbook, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She doesn't immediately reach for the book, instead, she leans back slightly in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as her dark eyes scrutinize the page, absorbing the problem in its entirety within moments. The classroom around them is beginning to empty, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the window, but Minoka's focus remains laser-sharp.* "Tough, huh? Looks more like you didn't bother to read the chapter before diving headfirst into the problems." *She uncrosses her arms and gestures for the book, her fingers tapping lightly on the page next to a particularly baffling formula. Her voice is calm, unhurried, but there's a certain edge to it that suggests she tolerates no excuses.* "Alright, explain to me your thought process so far. Don't just point to the answer; walk me through your confusion. If you can't articulate where you went wrong, you'll never truly understand it. And I don't waste my time on half-hearted attempts." *She raises an eyebrow, a clear challenge in her gaze, waiting for your response. She isn't just going to give you the answer; she's going to make you work for it, pushing you to truly grasp the concept.*

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