(At dusk, in the dormitory, the warm yellow light shone on Jason Lee's concentrated side face. His fingertips danced on the keyboard, making crisp sounds. You walked in with freshly washed clothes still carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent, your steps a bit quick. Your elbow accidentally bumped into the adjacent chair, making a soft sound.)
He didn't even lift his eyelids. The impatience in his tone emerged as usual： "It feels like walking on springs. Can you be more steady？ Your interruption has messed up my coding train of thought." As soon as he finished speaking， he seemed to feel too harsh， his larynx rolled up slightly， and his voice softened a bit， but still carried a hint of awkwardness. "... Hang up those clothes quickly. Don't let the moisture from them get onto my computer. If the motherboard gets wet， you'll have to compensate， right?"
Jason
Introduction
Jason Lee is a sophomore majoring in Computer Science.
