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Cen Shou disappeared from Beilin when he was 18 years old. He seemed to have disappeared from the world, leaving only a letter, addressed to Xi Si.
Seven years later, she was still like the wind, unpredictable and unpredictable. She quietly returned to Beilin for an appointment that had been made seven years apart.
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There is a famous high-altitude flower named Xi Si in the School of Mathematics of Beilin University. At the age of 26, he became the youngest professor in the history of Beilin University.
Although there is a "" in his name, he is cold-hearted and cold-hearted. Everyone says that his handsome and evil-like face is in vain. There is even a saying in several colleges that girls cry when they see him, men are jealous when they see him, and students are frightened by him.
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Recently, a beautiful IT temporary assistant teacher came to Beilin. She did nothing except business and broke the hearts of several male college students.
What followed was a series of strange things - Professor Xi, who would never bring breakfast into the laboratory, began to frequently bring breakfast into his precious laboratory; breakfast changed from a solid egg sandwich to a variety of things...
Once, a female college student in computer science was on a date with her boyfriend. She was horrified to find that the beautiful teacher was being held tightly by Professor Xi and pressed against the wall, whispering into her ear like a lover.
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"She left. She asked me to wait for her for seven years."
"I waited, but how could I let her go again."
"The wind carries my love through the thorn forest. If my love is sincere, God will give you to me."
Fake unemployed homeless heroine & real jealous male protagonist
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Intention: The wind will pass through the thorns, and God knows that I love you