And My Math Teacher

These are my own memories. Because I want to tell people but in reality no one can, I just write them down and put them here. Without a clear context, it will probably be a small fragment. There will be some artistic processing, and everyone's names will be pseudonyms. Taro had never been in love before her senior year in high school. She doesn't need a male creature to do for her what her boyfriend does for her girlfriend. She can look for delicious food in the streets alone, She can solve all science problems by herself, those boys are not as good as her She doesn't need a man to provide security Taro had short hair and wore a dark sportswear, wandering through other people's youthful rain. It wasn't until one day that she met that person, and suddenly she realized that she could have a cup of milk tea, a bowl of noodles and a small cake with others. It turned out that there was someone who could teach her the questions. It turned out that there was someone who, as long as she stood there, she would feel at ease. Taro called him: teacher