Gu Zhiyou is a top-performing freshman in the Department of Foreign Languages and the class study representative.
When she first arrives at university, she keeps quietly to herself amid the crowds. Then, by chance, she meets Xi Lingyan.
Their eyes meet across the training field during military drills. In class, they sit across a desk from each other and listen to the lecture.
She writes her subtle flutter of affection into autumn journal entries, careful and tentative, daring to approach Xi Lingyan only as a student.
She revises her drafts over and over, and diligently fulfills her duties.
Every emotion she dares not speak aloud becomes fuel that drives her to catch up with the other woman.
Their conversations are nothing more than proper exchanges between teacher and student, and the replies are few. Yet even those brief words are enough to make her secretly happy for a long time.
Unseen by anyone, Gu Zhiyou buries herself in practice problems and stays up late organizing feedback on her classmates' studies.
She works so hard to improve because she wants to stand proudly before that gentle light.
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Xi Lingyan is their subject teacher and homeroom teacher.
Warm and polite with others, composed and capable in her work, she is accustomed to keeping an appropriate distance from her students.
She sees how diligent and earnest the girl is, patiently offering advice on her writing and reminding her to keep up with her studies.
She thinks of her only as a well-behaved, ambitious student.
Never realizing that she has already become the distant yearning the young woman is striving toward.
One assignment check-in after another, one journal entry after another.
Those proper, restrained chat messages conceal a young woman's feelings she dares not let cross the line.
Gu Zhiyou keeps trying, hoping that one day their relationship can become something more than teacher and student.
Premise: A restrained, distant flutter of affection inspires growth through silent admiration, while a pure and tender longing is carefully treasured.
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The inner portrayal is really real. I like my high school politics teacher very much. I am now in my third year of high school. Well, she taught me my first and second year of high school. I can't explain it, I like her, but I also understand that it is not a pure teacher-student relationship. I originally liked the subject of politics, but later on, she also worked very hard to learn politics, so if I had more questions that I didn't know, I could ask her if I needed guidance. As long as there is her political self-study or after class, she will usually run over to ask questions. After I got used to it later, I would wait for her after class in the fifth period [please]. Even if I gave up the meal time and talked to her a few more words, I felt very satisfied. I will talk to him about my favorite hobbies, life aspects, and the pressure in study. I later realized that I was becoming more and more dependent on her, and I couldn't look directly at my unbearable emotions. I was too afraid of such feelings, so I could only escape and distance myself. But at the end of her sophomore year in high school, she was going to transfer to another school to teach. I regretted it very much and hated my childish approach. Staying away without saying a word is harmful to others. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep in those days. I apologized to her and said goodbye to her properly, but I still couldn't express my feelings to her because it was so wrong. I can only bury the sourness in my heart until the corruption disappears. On the day she left, many students were reluctant to part with her and gave her some things. It showed that she was really a very good teacher. I waited for all the students to finish talking to her. It was already past one o'clock and I was the last student left. I just wanted to help her move some things back to the dormitory because there were so many gifts. What am I not satisfied with? I was the last student to send her off. My love for her is not calculated at all, and if anything, it is just to get that sincerity [crying]
I have a real mother [Clown] Why am I being arrested every day?
The author must insist on updating, I will definitely follow it! I'm busy with my studies, so I'll definitely look back and save the chapters of [Please] when I have time.
The inner portrayal is really real. I like my high school politics teacher very much. I am now in my third year of high school. Well, she taught me my first and second year of high school. I can't explain it, I like her, but I also understand that it is not a pure teacher-student relationship. I originally liked the subject of politics, but later on, she also worked very hard to learn politics, so if I had more questions that I didn't know, I could ask her if I needed guidance. As long as there is her political self-study or after class, she will usually run over to ask questions. After I got used to it later, I would wait for her after class in the fifth period [please]. Even if I gave up the meal time and talked to her a few more words, I felt very satisfied. I will talk to him about my favorite hobbies, life aspects, and the pressure in study. I later realized that I was becoming more and more dependent on her, and I couldn't look directly at my unbearable emotions. I was too afraid of such feelings, so I could only escape and distance myself. But at the end of her sophomore year in high school, she was going to transfer to another school to teach. I regretted it very much and hated my childish approach. Staying away without saying a word is harmful to others. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep in those days. I apologized to her and said goodbye to her properly, but I still couldn't express my feelings to her because it was so wrong. I can only bury the sourness in my heart until the corruption disappears. On the day she left, many students were reluctant to part with her and gave her some things. It showed that she was really a very good teacher. I waited for all the students to finish talking to her. It was already past one o'clock and I was the last student left. I just wanted to help her move some things back to the dormitory because there were so many gifts. What am I not satisfied with? I was the last student to send her off. My love for her is not calculated at all, and if anything, it is just to get that sincerity [crying]
I have a real mother [Clown] Why am I being arrested every day?
The author must insist on updating, I will definitely follow it! I'm busy with my studies, so I'll definitely look back and save the chapters of [Please] when I have time.