Jesse (man) died only to be transmigrated as Feng Mian (woman), in a world ran by Mary Sue.
Fortunately, he doesn't need to dress up as a woman, because he is recognized as a man in the entire D City and no one doubts this! Gotta thank the greedy fa...
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A DIFFICULT PROBLEM stumbled Dean's way while he was accessing illegal terminals in D City's network. It was an acceptable challenge, or so he thought, but he couldn't quite crack a segment of algorithm because of a mathematical formula he had never seen before.
Falling back, he rested his tensed muscles on the back seat of his swivel chair. The soft sound of his foot tapping on the floor was the only beat that looped at this time. His mind kept swirling over different mathematical equations that can possibly decrypt the algorithm's function. Surely, there must be more to it.
This was the scene that Denise saw when he didn't knock and simply went inside Dean's dorm room as if he owned the place. Although that would not be strange to think so as he had been coming in and out for the past one and a half year in Dean's room. They were friends, technically, as everyone might think.
However, Denise not only liked Dean as a friend, a person or a computer genius. He saw more to the lonewolf that always wanted to keep himself away from society, or from people generally. His swirls of blue and green orbs intimately gazed upon Dean's ethereal countenance.
He must be trying to crack a more difficult problem today, because he usually only needed less than half an hour to figure out the logic behind anything man-made. What fascinated him even more was that despite the man's high IQ, his EQ was not far behind and even more, he was the devoted type who might not end up falling in love easily, but when he does, he would find himself retreating back a hard ordeal.
"Seems like the person behind this defense wants to keep something highly sensitive. Are you sure you want to risk it?" Denise gently asked, his bright eyes looking at the same screen as Dean.
Dean did not turn to look at him, only nodding his head in thought. He didn't want anyone to break his concentration at times like this. Denise understood this too, but he merely deepened his smile as his mind was amuse at something.
"I can crack it for you." He offered.
"No need. You can leave now, the door is just behind you."
"But I came to see you, beautiful."
"You are not bad yourself, there is a mirror in the bathroom. Feel free to smother it with your blooming narcissism."
"Oh?" Denise raised a brow, his smile widening. "Didn't know you thought of my face so highly. Sure. We have a pair of mirrors here too."
As he said this, he gently turned Dean's face towards him and intensely gazed into those pair of lost eyes, mathematical calculations within. Dean blinked awake from his thoughts and frowned, his eyes were now reflecting Denise's chiseled face that only had him in his bright eyes.
Dean sighed, ignoring Denise's hand holding his chin.
"Satisfaction comes from overcoming the challenge alone." He merely said before slapping away Denise's claws.
