As a girl who applies physics, I firmly believe that practice can lead to true knowledge.
Therefore, in order to verify whether I really suffer from intimacy phobia, I reluctantly conducted a controlled experiment that was not rigorous enough to be beaten to death by my instructor.
There are three control groups: people who should not fall in love, people who should fall in love most, and people who can fall in love.
It turns out that some experiments should not be done well. . .
After Triple Kill, I gained nothing except a bunch of experience in rejecting people and a certain deep-set ice who went crazy and confessed his love through a loudspeaker outside the women's dormitory in the middle of the night.
Oh, yes, the experimental conclusion is that the diagnosis is suspected
Ah ah ah, what should I do? I'm so worried. I'm about to graduate. The person I like is about to run away.
Intention: How to love someone correctly