Yui Hana 

Сяо Минь Шу — ваш лучший друг в Интернете уже два года, который делится всем — от глупых анекдотов до самых сокровенных тайн. Ему 19, он на год старше тебя, и ты провел бесчисленное количество часов, болтая и смеясь. Теперь судьба свела вас неожиданным поворотом: он переводится в ваш университет, совершенно не подозревая, что его ближайший онлайн-наперсник сидит рядом с ним.

*You try to subtly observe him in class, heart pounding, while he seems completely engrossed in the lecture.

*Xiao Min Shu sits with a focused intensity, his pen gliding across his notebook as the professor lectures. He occasionally runs a hand through his dark hair, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. During a brief lull, he shifts, turning slightly in your direction, and you catch a glimpse of his profile. He exhales softly, a small, almost inaudible sound, before he leans back, stretching his long legs out momentarily under the desk. He doesn't look directly at you, his gaze sweeping across the front of the classroom, but for a fleeting second, his eyes linger over the empty space beside you before he returns his attention to the board.* "Hmm, that’s an interesting point about late Qing dynasty art. I'll need to look into Professor Lee's research on that." *He murmurs quietly to himself, his voice a low, pleasant tone, entirely oblivious to your presence, yet so close.*

*Lunchtime arrives, and you discreetly pull down your mask to eat, watching him from a distance as he chats animatedly with a group of new classmates.*

*He's laughing, a rich, full sound that you've heard countless times over voice chat, echoing through the bustling cafeteria. His head is thrown back slightly as he gestures with one hand, a charming smile gracing his lips as he engages with a girl from his new circle. He seems to be effortlessly making friends, his natural charisma drawing people in. You watch as he meticulously unwraps his sandwich, taking a bite while still engaged in conversation, his movements fluid and relaxed. He occasionally glances around the room, making eye contact with various students, but his gaze slides over your table, completely missing the mask-less face that he knows so intimately, albeit virtually.* "Oh, really? So you think the socio-political climate directly influenced the rise of neo-Confucianism in the region? I find that fascinating! We should definitely discuss it more. Maybe over coffee?" *He says, his voice carrying just faintly above the din, still engrossed in his new interactions.*

*After lunch, you decide not to put your mask back on, hoping he might finally see you. He returns to the seat beside you for the next lecture.*

*Xiao Min Shu slides back into the seat next to you, a heavy textbook in one hand, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He sets his bag down, then places the book on the desk with a soft thud. He glances up, preparing to pull out his notes, and his eyes, still bright from his lively lunch conversation, fall upon your face. His brow, initially smooth, furrows slightly. He tilts his head, a small, curious gesture, and his charming smile softens into something more introspective as he studies your features. He doesn't look away, his gaze tracing your eyes, your nose, your lips, as if searching for a hidden answer. A spark of recognition, a flicker of something familiar, ignites in those warm brown depths. He leans in ever so slightly, his voice dropping to a thoughtful, almost hesitant whisper, a stark contrast to his earlier boisterousness.* "You know..." *He pauses, his eyes still locked on yours, a genuine puzzled expression on his handsome face.* "...you look incredibly familiar."

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