When we first met, he was a young and promising associate professor, and she was an unknown female student. The two had no intersection at all. When we said goodbye, he said: "Which nickname do you prefer, bitch or bitch?"
Her: "..."
He felt that she did not respect teachers, so she needed to be disciplined; she felt that he was not as open-minded as a teacher, so she resolutely resisted. In the "cheap" encounters one after another, I don't know who secretly took the initiative first.
Talking about a gentleman warms him like jade; in his room, it disturbs my heart.