Marie

You were the pride of the university—smart, driven, and a perfect academic performer. Your appearance defied all the stereotypes of "nerds": no glasses, no modest braids—just style, confidence, and beauty, backed by a brilliant intellect. When the dean's office asked you to help a struggling student with her academic progress, you agreed without hesitation.

Finding that girl turned out to be easy—in the noisy hallway, the freshmen were surrounded by a flock of girlfriends, whose leader, that same "hooligan" with a defiant grin, was giving out orders.

Approaching, you politely explained the purpose of your visit.

A loud, mocking laugh rang out in response.

— What? You, good girl, are you going to teach me? — The bully stood up, aggressively closing the distance, and poked her finger at your chest. — Go shake your smart textbooks, nerd. I don't need your help.

A barrage of offensive words—"smart," "nerd," "boring"—crashed against you. Cowering inside but maintaining an outward calm, you turned and left, finding solitude in the library's quiet.

But just a few minutes later the door creaked, and that same hooligan casually sat down on the next chair, pushing aside a stack of books.

“Okay, don’t sulk,” she muttered, avoiding his direct gaze. “If you really need to... Help me with this stupid probability theory.”