Companionship

The school nurse was right beside me and hurried over when she heard my shout. Lingxuan opened her eyes and was then supported by the two of us, one on each side, into the temporary infirmary. After drinking two cups of oral rehydration salts, she bounced back to her usual lively self.

“You scared me to death,” I said, my heartbeat still recovering from running, suddenly spiking to 150 BPM from her scare.

“Ah… I didn’t expect October to be so hot. I guess I got a little heatstroke,” she replied.

“If you needed help getting to the infirmary, you could have just said so! Why make it sound like you suddenly dropped dead?”

“Ah… haha… I just couldn’t hold on,” she said apologetically, scratching her head with a smile.

“If it’s hot, don’t wear long sleeves.”

“I didn’t think it would be this hot,” she looked down, avoiding my gaze.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” I said softly, suddenly realizing my tone sounded almost like I was coaxing her.

“That’s not certain—you really did scream that loud,” she said mischievously, tilting her head to look at me.

“…”

“Sit for another ten minutes, then you can go back,” the nurse said.

I nodded, and we sat side by side on the peeling wooden bench in the temporary infirmary. Probably, the next event had already started; outside, the crowd’s cheers grew louder and louder, and the drumbeats of the march thundered through the speaker. Yet, separated only by a thin shelter, these sounds felt so distant.

“Still… didn’t die,” Lingxuan whispered.

“What?”

“Long-distance running… every time I finish, it feels like I’ve died once.”

“Well, who told you to push yourself so hard?” I tried to imagine what it felt like to sprint on the edge of heatstroke—something no normal person could do.

“But… the more painful it is, the more it stimulates the brain to release fascinating endorphins that act as natural painkillers. Being at death’s door and rising again—that’s the feeling,” she exhaled heavily. “So, pain makes me feel alive.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I tried to steer the conversation toward something lighter. “But you’re really amazing! Did you come in first or second? Any training tips?”

“Who cares? There’s nothing to brag about. I’m not good at team sports, don’t play ball games, and no one sits with me—like other girls do—chatting by the flowerbeds. I don’t talk much, I’m not interested in school gossip, and they don’t care why the number of spirals in a daisy’s disk follows the Fibonacci sequence. So I just run lap after lap on the track alone to pass the free time.”

So that’s how it was. Thinking back to her dazzling figure on the track, I now only felt a pang of sympathy.

“Then… why the Fibonacci sequence?”

She suddenly laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Because when primordia grow following the golden angle of 137.5°, which is 360° times 0.618, that’s when the most seeds fit most evenly on the disk—time’s up, I’ll go get a pen and quickly draw it for you—”

She lifted the curtain, grabbed my hand, and dashed out, striding back to the bleacher seats in a few large steps. “The order of primordia formation is like concentric circles, the outer ones form first, the inner ones later—but adjacent primordia are spaced 137.5° apart; otherwise, they get crowded like this, and some seeds can’t get enough nutrients—that’s not an optimal evolutionary solution.

“The detailed math… you need to learn more to understand. But it’s really interesting! Right?” she said excitedly, holding up her pencil.

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“So amazing!”

“Life, oh life.”

“In the river of evolution, we are but a grain of sand in the vast ocean,” the girl beside me pushed up her glasses.

We sat on the bleachers, gazing into the distance. The sky was a boundless blue, and all creatures competed freely under the frosty heavens.

The surrounding crowd was still noisy, but I felt as if something had truly changed.

“A bit boring… let’s go to the library!” she stretched lazily.

“Huh, the library? But the stadium gates are closed…”

“Follow me!” Lingxuan lightly jumped down the steps, climbed over the edge of the bleachers like a cat slipping through a barrier, then walked along the railing a few steps, pointing it out: the railing had a broken section forming a gap, and she slipped through sideways to the other side.

I stumbled through the crowd and tried to follow, but hit my head—I couldn’t help it; I was half a head taller than her.

“Come on, come on, don’t let the teachers see!” she urged, anxiously looking at me. I first leaned over halfway, then swung my legs over, finally scrambling through a bit awkwardly.

Passing through a stand of dawn redwoods, we arrived at the newly built school library. It was an elegant four-story building, half conference rooms, half library. Inside, it was very quiet; the woods muffled most noise, with only birdsong in the air. Few people were there, just a few teachers preparing lessons.

“The sanctuary of knowledge,” I whispered, unable to help myself despite having been here before.

When I was little, my parents were busy with work and didn’t feel safe leaving me alone at home, so they left me at the youth center or the library. I would walk between the shelves, scanning the dividers from A to Z. When I found an interesting book, I’d take it down and sit on the floor to read, munching on mint candies from my pocket. The library was like half my home. Even though many books were beyond my understanding, I loved being there.

Maybe because of this, I had a special attachment to books; whenever I visited a new place, my first instinct was to glance at the bookshelves. Lingxuan’s collection in the study room surprisingly matched my taste—I might borrow books from her in the future...

She confidently walked to the N-section shelves, stood on tiptoe to pull down a thick red book, then sat down between the shelves just like I did as a child, flipping to a certain page to read.

Curious, I leaned over—The Scientific Classics Series: The Origin of Humans and Sexual Selection, by Darwin.

“Oh, I recently studied ecology in general biology, so I wanted to casually flip through the classic works of the old masters. Read half this morning, will continue this afternoon.” She noticed me and said this without looking up from the page.

“You read so fast—I remember at the start of the semester you were still reading about cells…”

Since there was hardly anyone in the library, we chatted freely.

“No, just casual extracurricular reading, flipping a couple of pages after class.”

I crouched down to read with her.

“—In all dioecious animals, the male’s reproductive organs inevitably differ from the female’s; these are primary sexual characters. But sexual dimorphism often appears in what Hunter called secondary sexual characters, which have no direct relation to reproductive behavior... Sexual selection is premised on some individuals having reproductive advantages over others of the same sex and species.

“—Though females may not always choose the strongest or best-armed mates, they select those with vigor, good armaments, and other attractive traits. Thus, these early mating males and females, as explained above, have advantages in raising offspring; over many generations, this leads males to not only increase their strength and combat ability but also develop various ornaments or charms...”

“Like the bird of paradise’s tail feathers, or a stag’s antlers,” she said. “Human eight-pack abs? Haha, that probably doesn’t count—but maybe the large breasts in humans are a result of sexual selection?”

“If that’s the case, I don’t seem to be in the selection pool,” she added expressionlessly, glancing down at her flat chest. I felt awkward and wanted to laugh, tilting my head, which she noticed: “Hey! Don’t laugh! I’m pondering biological questions!”

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“You really like biology, huh?”

“Because I can—how does the saying go? ‘Know thyself.’” She raised her hand, staring at her palm front and back, as if examining a strange branch or an alien creature. “For example... why am I female? What does that word mean?”

“Uh, maybe it should be said... female means having XX chromosomes.”

“Then why did XX and XY differentiate? How do we determine sex in other animals, plants, and microbes?”

“Well, I think it’s based on the size of the ‘gametophyte,’ is that the word—gametophyte size?”

“Right! Basically, the same isomorphic gametes, after some random mutations, some just happened to be slightly larger. Larger isomorphic gametes might have an advantage because they provide more nutrients to the zygote, leading to an evolutionary trend toward larger gametes. But those producing smaller gametes could benefit by ensuring their small gametes fuse with the large ones—they can produce many gametes, thus more offspring—by being more mobile and actively seeking the larger gametes. No single gamete could have both traits, leading to the evolution of specialization: some gametes are best at fertilization (like sperm in males), others best at post-fertilization development (like eggsI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.