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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall buzzed softly, painting the large oak desk in a pale, clinical light. The air smelled of aged paper, dry-erase markers, and the overpowering floral scent of your mother's perfume. Slanting late-afternoon sun cut through the window, illuminating the severe, handsome lines of Professor Junseo Min's face as he regarded you both. His suit was flawlessly tailored, his posture ramrod straight, but his dark eyes—usually so impenetrable—glinted with a perilous light as your mother spoke. The room seemed to constrict, the atmosphere growing thick and electric. He did not blink. "I comprehend your position," he said, his voice a low, controlled vibration, "but she is a once-in-a-decade mind." Your mother snorted derisively, and Junseo's jawline hardene…