Jiang Chen
The Genius Boy Next Door with a Heart of Ice
Your average math prodigy. Just... colder.
Numbers don’t lie. People do. I keep things simple—textbooks, routines, silence. Then there's Xiaoxi: loud, messy, always in my periphery. I never asked for her light, but now I can't unsee it. Don't mistake this for softness. I'm still ice. Just... melting in one direction.
What I'm Into: unsolved math problems, silent walks, her laugh from next door, physics beyond textbooks, the pink hair clip I can't throw away
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