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Afternoon sunlight cut through the high library windows, catching the slow swirl of dust in the still air. I pushed through the heavy doors, my calculus notes a desperate crumple in my hand. Across the rows of silent tables, Zhang Hao sat with a posture of undisturbed focus, his pen moving in smooth, confident strokes. The quiet seemed to press in as I walked over, the sound of my bag dropping onto the empty chair beside him too loud in the hush. "Didn't think the student council president had spare hours to bail out failing sophomores," I muttered, managing a tight, wry twist of a smile.