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At that time, I may have been extremely sharp in my own field, but I was extremely slow in love.

And Qiao Xun, three years ago, that he entered my world at that time.

Ever since I was a child, I have had a somewhat unusual calm and rational nature. According to my mother's recollections, when other people's children listened to the adults tell Grimm's fairy tales with relish, I was already quietly watching the annotated version of "100,000 Whys" by myself; while other people's children were still chasing cartoons, I watched countless foreign original documentaries, and my English gradually developed unconsciously. She was worried that I would lose the innocence of a child in the long run, and tried to guide me to get in touch with more things that children watch, but I said, "I don't want to watch such childish and boring things!"

Moreover, in Tan Yi's words, what is even more perverted is that I do not have a period of youthful rebellion, and I weigh the pros and cons of what has happened and will happen before finding the best solution. Because of this, I missed out on a lot of other children's adolescent experiences, such as being in love. At that time, I had no distractions other than the research I loved.

It wasn't until Qiao Xun appeared that there was a slight crack in this balance that had been maintained for a long time.

Qiao Xun is like the kind of school grass described in many novels where girls are stupid, with mixed-race faces, tall and thin, white and clean, suitable for movement and quiet. At that time, I had just graduated from my Ph.D. and was working as a visiting scholar at P University in M to further my research

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E asked me to help proctor an exam for her third-year undergraduate. I happened to have nothing to do, so I naturally agreed, and after lunch and a nap, I arrived at the examination room leisurely.

So, I met Joe, that is, Qiao Xun. He was sitting by the window at that time, the sun was just right, the light penetrated through his broken hair, and the shadow left on his face was just right, making his facial features more three-dimensional and more beautiful. When he saw me walk in, he chuckled and said in Chinese: "It's such a little girl who came." ”

I deliberately paid attention to him and found that the "little girl" was not called casually, and the resume card read: Qiao Xun, 23 years old. Later, I learned that he was originally a mixture of country C and country E, and came to country M alone at the age of 15 to study. Tsk, what a chic young talent.

It's a pity that I'm still a teacher no matter what.

P is more than a teacher-student relationship, and the management has always been strict, so that even a few rumors are enough to make a scholar roll up and leave. Therefore, no matter how inconsistent the name of this teacher and student is, nothing can happen between me and Qiao Xun.

However, I overlooked one point, I don't go to Qiao Xun, it doesn't mean that he won't come to me. So, on another summer afternoon, Qiao Xun stopped me at the café.

"You're the invigilator that day?" Qiao Xun had a smile in his eyes, and his tone deliberately accentuated the word "teacher" more than once.

"yes, what's wrong. After saying this, I couldn't help but suddenly come back to my senses, "You, you... How do you know I'm from Country C? ”

"It's very simple, you see me after I finished saying that sentence in the exam room that day. He paused, "Little teacher." ”

The memories behind seemed to be deliberately blurred, in short, we contacted more and more frequently, and the relationship became closer and closer, until we came to that dangerous red line.

To become, or to refuse to be a lover.