My real life began when I was eighteen years old. I met a man who made my life colorful.
At the beginning of my university life, I met a very unique teacher, a doctor of history and a working lecturer at a first-class university, who came to our university to teach. From the moment I learned his name, he began to shine in my life. Because this university life is very different from what I imagined, so I put more hopes on my teachers. Although he is already in his early thirties, there is no trace of thirty years on his face. He is still like a teenager. There is no rigid classroom atmosphere. He can give lectures even if he picks up a broom during class. He was just having fun and did not have time to take pictures of the teacher. Later, many things happened, which made me admire him more and more, and I wanted to write down this period of time to commemorate my eighteen years.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
