His Proposal, Her Two Choices

r and impossibly grand. It was the student council office at school, but magnified. The mahogany desk was the size o

ing at the desk

seen in my past life. His dark hair was slightly messy, and he was completely absorbed in a complex physi

ightgown-the system's default dream attire, apparently. I clutc

my bare feet silent

en when I was standing ri

ed," I said, my vo

t look up, jus

my nightgown shifted, exposing the curve of my shoulder. I w

" I whispered, my voic

ed from the page and met mine. He scanned me from head to toe, his expression unreadable. I saw hi

I had his

the re

mething," I said, my voic

me guess," he said, his tone flat. "You're lost? You need me to... carry you somewhere?" His vo

. "Not e

ck of papers down on his desk. The loud thu

as he looked at the mess of d

tion gone. "The time complexity is a nightmare. I was thinking of using a dynamic programming appro

ce, to the scandalous nightgown, then down to the complex algorit

ou came into my dream... to ask me for

ing innocence. "You're the smartest

the aloofness and revealing a genuine, boyish charm. He leaned back in

his head in disbelief

Instead, we worked. We argued over optimization strategies, sketched out data structures on the ba

ols of his intellect, I didn't try t

of the room blurring into the mornin

on has increased by 10 point

awarde

d. A go

nt Unlocked: "Not

rget's expectations in a dream scenario. You di

us Points. Curre

h. It seemed the system

felt a sense of satisfaction I hadn'

le in my virtual pocket. I scrolled past the "Enchanting Perfume"

apability (Temporary)." It promised to bo

was steep:

xam. I wasn't naturally gifted like Liam. My success came from brute force, from memorizing things I did

oints, and I ne