During exams, An Ning was always the first person to leave the classroom.
The other students in the mathematics department had grown so used to it they didn't even look up.
After leaving the exam hall, An Ning had nothing else to do. It was her only exam for the day.
She strolled along the edge of the campus lake, tossing pebbles onto the frozen surface. A series of neatly arranged dents appeared on the ice. If you had sharp enough eyesight, you could even see that the dents were arranged according to some mathematical pattern.
"What a coincidence."
The pebble in An Ning's hand changed direction with a whoosh, shooting toward the person opposite her.
Tao Quan, standing opposite her, didn't flinch. Not a single nerve twitched, not a muscle jumped. He truly wasn't afraid.
The pebble flew past Tao Quan's ear, the force of it lifting his hair. The effect somehow made him look even more beautiful.
"Good force. Even better aim."
