(Search "Hoop Saint" on WX Princess to enjoy free and barrier-free reading of the full text) One sunny morning, a graceful figure in front of the teaching building attracted my attention. From then on, I followed her every move like a man possessed. She was my high school math teacher when I was a freshman, a beautiful lady who drove a luxury car. This article is based on my personal experience and is semi-realistic. Ever since my sophomore year in college, I couldn't help but fall in love with someone I shouldn't like at all, and someone I didn't deserve to like. I did a lot of crazy things, even though I knew it was not good, and I shouldn't indulge myself in this fruitless emotional whirlpool, but I couldn't help it... She was my spiritual support. If I didn't continue to like her, I would be like a soulless walking zombie, unable to find the meaning of living. Therefore, I wrote this article to commemorate my last youth.
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