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𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮... 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆
"—AND DON'T FORGET, your paper on modular programming and concurrent computing is due on Friday. That's all!" Professor Yang announces, and Yunhui slumps further down into her seat with a sigh.
Today just isn't the day for her, she can't help but think as she flips open her planner and skims over her tasks for the next week.
There's the computing paper for Professor Yang, and then a titration write up for her chemistry lab, not to mention an English essay on Dickens and the reading she has to do for her theory of computation class, plus the program she has to write up for her debugging course.
"Don't look so down, shortcake. What did concurrent computing ever do to you?"
And then there's also the fact that one Nakamoto Yuta can't seem to leave her alone recently — although, while Yunhui counts that as a severe loss, she's sure that Yubi wouldn't quite agree with her.
Yunhui sinks further into her seat.
"What didn't concurrent computing do to me?" She says forlornly, flipping the page in her planner to reveal next week — which is equally as packed.
"Fair point," Yuta concedes.
Class has just ended and people are filing out of the lecture hall, but Yunhui is lagging behind, barely even packed up after Professor Yang finished speaking.
Yuta doesn't make a move to get up, either. Recently, actually, it seems that no matter where Yunhui goes, he's just around the other corner.
Which, on top of her never-ending school work, seems to be Yunhui's dilemma recently.
Because on one hand, she can't quite comprehend why he seems to appear everywhere she goes, and she can't help but find his presence... strange, to say the least. But on the other hand, it's almost perfect in the sense that it's one way access to all things Johnny-and-Juri, and fits like a puzzle piece into Yubi's (frankly, kind of flawed) plan.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Yunhui asks finally, a bit peeved. "You know, like a class or something?"
Almost all the students have left the lecture hall, and it's just the two of them sitting in the second row, with Professor Yang packing up at his desk in the front.
