Oh no! I've only been a freshman and I've already been targeted by a mean upperclassman.

"What details did you observe about her?" Li Chen asked, his tone as calm as if he were conducting an interrogation.

Wang Qiang was stunned. "Huh? What details?"

"Habits," Li Chen said. "For example, is she left-handed or right-handed? When she buys a pork rib hot pot, does she want scallions or cilantro? Which section of the library does she sit in? Does she turn pages with her index or middle finger? What is her stride frequency?"

Wang Qiang's mouth was open.

Zhao Zixuan rubbed his arms.

Chen Mo stopped writing. He glanced at Li Chen.

"Brother Chen," Wang Qiang swallowed hard, "I'm trying to woo a girl, not assassinate her. How am I supposed to know which finger she uses to turn the pages?"

"If you don't know these things, how are you going to strike up a conversation?" Li Chen stood up.

He picked up the thermos Yan Xi had given him, unscrewed it, and took a sip of water that was exactly 60 degrees Celsius.

"If you blindly rush in without even establishing a data model for basic lifestyle preferences, it's not flirting, it's harassment."

Wang Qiang was stunned.

He stared at Li Chen. "Brother Chen... is this how you and your wife usually date?"

"That's how she treated me." Li Chen put down his cup. "But I learned something from it."

Li Chen glanced at his phone. 7:25.

[Yan Xi: Has spring arrived for him?]

Li Chen's eyelid twitched.

He didn't say anything to Yan Xi.

He quickly scrolled up the chat history, but there was no mention of Wang Qiang.

[Li Chen: How did you know?]

[Yan Xi: The period in your WeChat reply today was fourteen seconds later than usual. You weren't washing up at this time this morning, which means something unexpected interrupted your attention. Chen Mo wouldn't have anything unexpected happen, and Zhao Zixuan is still asleep. Only Wang Qiang would make a commotion. Considering your unusual mention in the group chat the day before yesterday of him throwing away his dirty shoes, there's only one conclusion.]

Li Chen's finger paused on the screen for two seconds.

He locked the screen. He turned to look at Wang Qiang.

"She was in the advanced mathematics class at 9 a.m. this morning, right?"

Wang Qiang nodded repeatedly.

"I'll help you." Li Chen put the gloves Yan Xi had bought into his pocket.

"Really? Brother Chen, you're going to be my strategist?"

Li Chen ignored him.

Chen Mo drew a big exclamation mark on the loose-leaf notebook.

"Li Chen has completed the first stage of evolution," Chen Mo said expressionlessly. "He is now trying to use Yan Xi's system code to run Wang Qiang's low-level hardware."

8:50 a.m. Second lecture hall.

There were still ten minutes until the calculus class started. The classroom was already half full.

Wang Qiang sat in the middle, towards the back.

His black jacket stood out starkly against the backdrop of colorful down jackets and hoodies.

He sat upright and solemnly.

Li Chen sat to his left. Chen Mo sat to his right. Zhao Zixuan sat directly behind Wang Qiang.

"Is she here?" Zhao Zixuan asked in a low voice, leaning forward.

"No... I haven't seen it yet." Wang Qiang's neck twisted stiffly.

They only dared to glance at the front door of the classroom before immediately looking away.

Li Chen leaned back in his chair.

His gaze was scattered, covering the front door, the back door, and the entire right-hand passageway.

8:54.

A girl appeared at the front door.

Wearing a light beige short down jacket and carrying a canvas bag. He is about 1.58 meters tall.

She walked slowly, head down, looking at her phone. A tall girl followed beside her.

"They're here! They're here!" Wang Qiang's knees trembled violently under the desk.

It slammed against the drawer with a dull thud.

Li Chen's gaze immediately locked onto it.

Target: Lin Duo.

He began to mentally investigate Yan Xi.

"She was walking on her friend's left. She was holding her phone in her right hand and gripping the strap of her canvas bag with her left," Li Chen said in a very low voice. "She habitually looks at the screen with her right eye, and the phone was tilted thirty degrees to her right cheek."

Wang Qiang's mouth dropped open. "What can you tell from that?"

"She's very guarded and habitually keeps her personal belongings close to her companions," Chen Mo added. "She's right-handed."

Lin Duo and her companions walked to the third row and sat down by the window.

Li Chen noticed her pulling out the chair.

Hold the edge of the chair back with both hands, lift it gently, and then lower it.

Not a sound was made.

"Low strength. Cautious personality. Not aggressive," Li Chen reported.

Wang Qiang looked at the petite figure in front of him, and his face flushed again. "She's so beautiful."

Zhao Zixuan nudged Wang Qiang from behind. "Have you looked enough? Just go up and ask for his WeChat. What can you possibly see sitting here looking at?"

"Go now? What are we going to talk about?" Wang Qiang asked back.

"Just say, 'Hi classmate, can we get to know each other?'"

Li Chen interrupted him. "No."

Wang Qiang turned his head.

"She just sat down. She took out a water glass and a pen, but hasn't opened the book yet," Li Chen pointed ahead.

"Her attention is currently scattered; she is in the process of adapting to her surroundings."

"If you go over there now, the pressure from your size will cause her heart rate to instantly spike above 100 during this adjustment period. This stress response will cause her to find excuses to reject you."

Wang Qiang nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes! She'll be terrified if I go over there. What should we do?"

Li Chen took out his phone and tapped on Yan Xi's profile picture.

He decided to use a cheat program.

He raised his phone, zoomed in, and took a picture of Lin Duo's back in the third row in front of him.

I didn't take a picture of her face. I could only see her sitting posture, the items on the table, and her canvas bag.

Click send.

[Li Chen: Wang Qiang has his eye on her. She's introverted and easily startled. How should I approach her?]

The other party is typing...

The notification disappeared after only two seconds.

[Yan Xi: The water glass on her table.]

Li Chen zoomed in on the original image and took a look.

That's a pink thermos. There's a journal sticker on the lid.

[Li Chen: What's wrong?]

[Yan Xi: The cup is a lightweight stainless steel model from the Japanese brand T, but the edge of the lid knob is worn. The sticker is used to cover the scratches. This shows that she takes good care of her belongings, but her economic habits are rather frugal.]

[Yan Xi: Her canvas bag was on her lap, not hanging on the back of the chair. The zipper wasn't fully zipped up, leaving a three-centimeter opening.]

Li Chen looked at the screen.