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#⁹ BUSSIN' HUH?
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"Don't worry about them, they just ain't used to brown people ever being at the top of the food chain it just blows their silly little colonizer minds. You look real nice though, sweetness." He mumbled softly, eying you over the top of his apple juice.
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There were two things you had learned about Connie Springer in the few hours you had spent so far in Professor Yao's Intro to Cellular and Molecular Biology Course.

One: That Connie was in fact one of the most intelligent people you had ever heard speak and definitely wasn't like those stereotypical athletes who are only able attend prestigious schools like this on account of their scholarships

Two: Just because he had caught up on his sleep before Professor Yao showed up contested nothing for his academic abilities. As soon as she walked in Connie respectfully placed his hat on the desk and opened up a thick notebook starting the middle of the it as he had filled the first half with notes and summaries from when he read the textbook ahead of time last week. He had multiple different colored pens and pencils and favored detailed diagrams over chunks of writing being a visual learner.

He was remarkably intelligent damn near brilliant and you couldn't fight the smile that crept across your face when you overheard him mumbling chemical formulas to a beat that he could remember for the first exam happening next Friday.

How is he different from the rest:
#1: Connie is intelligent and doesn't feel the need to dumb himself down for the sake of fitting in

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