The sound of keyboard typing echoed in the learning space. The teenager—or rather, the girl—wore a camouflage vest, revealing her fair skin. Under her black sports shorts, her slender legs were crossed on the swivel chair, and she held the silver pendant chain between her teeth, her starry eyes half-closed, staring intently at the computer screen on the desk.
Her gaze shifted to another screen displaying a line chart. Her starry eyes flickered, and as she bit the pendant, she suddenly grinned. She raised her hand to push back some messy strands of hair, then leaned back in her chair, as if quietly waiting for something.
Suddenly, the chart on the screen began to change. The green line, which had been steadily rising, suddenly surged upwards. The girl immediately sat up straight, extending her arms and pulling herself closer to the screen by gripping the edge of the desk. As her index finger touched the keyboard, the rapid sound of typing resumed.
