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With the opportunity from the last time we "borrowed an umbrella," my relationship with Shen Yu seemed to have subtly improved. Although we still didn't have much public interaction, when we occasionally ran into each other on campus, he would nod in my direction and sometimes even initiate a few words. For the notoriously aloof Shen Yu, this was enough to draw the attention of those around us.
As finals approached, the library became my most frequented spot. One afternoon, I was buried in a particularly obscure communication theory course, struggling with a textbook filled with jargon that made my head feel like it was about to explode.
Before I knew it, I had dozed off at the table. My dreams were filled with chaotic formulas and definitions that offered no peace.
In a daze, I felt a warmth enveloping me, as if something had gently been placed on my back. I stirred, wanting to open my eyes, but instead slipped back into a deeper sleep.
When I finally woke up again, the sky had darkened. The library was much quieter now, filled with the familiar musty scent of old books. I moved my stiff neck and discovered that I was draped in a men's jacket that carried a familiar scent of soapberry.
It was Shen Yu's jacket.
I was startled and quickly lifted my head to look around. Sure enough, across from me, Shen Yu was quietly focused on his computer screen, his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, producing soft sounds. He seemed unaware that I had woken up; his profile appeared particularly engrossed under the soft glow of the desk lamp.
My face instantly flushed. When did he arrive? Did he see me drooling? How long had I been asleep?
I hurriedly removed the jacket from my shoulders, folded it neatly, and placed it on the table. He seemed to hear the movement and turned to look at me.
"You're awake?" His voice was soft, as if he were afraid of disturbing others.
"Um..." I lowered my head, not daring to meet his gaze. "Thank you for your jacket."
"You're welcome. You looked so deep in sleep; I was worried you might catch a cold." His eyes fell on the open book in front of me. "Stuck on something?"
Embarrassed, I nodded. "Communication theory is just too difficult."
He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. "Communication theory? I minored in that; maybe I can help you."
I widened my eyes in astonishment. I knew Shen Yu was a genius in computer science, but he had also minored in journalism and communication?
Without waiting for my response, he stood up and walked over to me, bending down to focus on the parts I'd circled in red with pen. His breath lightly brushed against the top of my head, warm and comforting. I could clearly see his long eyelashes and high nose bridge.
"This section is actually about the application of the 'spiral of silence' theory..." He began to explain softly, his voice clear and structured. The originally obscure concept became surprisingly clear under his explanation. His fingers occasionally tapped on the pages of the book, neatly trimmed nails glinting under the light.
I listened intently, completely forgetting my surroundings and losing track of time. It wasn't until he finished explaining that I snapped back to reality.
"Did you understand?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
I nodded vigorously. "I got it! Thank you so much, Shen Yu; you're amazing!"
"Just a small effort," he straightened up and let his gaze linger on my face for a few seconds before returning to his seat to continue working on his computer.
"Can I really ask you next time if I have questions?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," he replied simply before resuming his focus on the screen.
I watched his focused profile, feeling as if something had filled my heart, warm and comforting. Just moments ago, when he leaned in to explain, I could even hear the drum-like beating of my own heart. The soft light of the library bathed him in a gentle glow, and in that moment, I felt as if this lofty academic genius was suddenly very close, within reach.
The coat that carried his warmth and scent, along with his patient and meticulous explanations, flowed over me like a warm current, soothing my heart during this stressful winter as the end of the semester approached.
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