Campus Love

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Campus Love

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My name is Du Hui, and my university is located in an inland city in Shandong. The campus isn't large, but it's filled with trees, and the environment is very nice. The most unforgettable part of my four years of university life was my relationship with a female teacher.

Her name was Yu Fei, a teacher in the School of Environmental Science, 25 years old, who became a teacher after graduating from university. She wasn't tall (165cm), had a good figure, and very fair skin. Our relationship happened completely by chance.

June on campus is hot and busy; everyone is rushing to prepare for the upcoming exams. It's often difficult to find an empty seat in the study room; even if no one is there, most seats are occupied by bags or books.

I don't usually like studying, and at this time I'm even less likely to join the crowd, but staying in the stuffy dormitory is really boring. In the afternoon, I went to the library's reading room. There was air conditioning, magazines, and sometimes beautiful women reading magazines. However, at this time, the reading room was very quiet; the huge room was almost empty.

I grabbed a copy of "Popular Software" and chose a seat towards the back. That way, if a pretty girl came into the reading room, I could see her no matter where I sat, haha. Before I knew it, I was engrossed in the magazine, only looking up after finishing it.

At that moment, a girl was already sitting at a table not far in front of me. I didn't know when she had come in, but unfortunately, she was sitting with her back to me, so I couldn't see what she looked like. However, from behind, her skin looked quite nice. But many girls in university look okay from behind, but are quite unattractive from the front. So, while they were changing magazines, I walked past her and took a look.

She was a very pretty girl, not exactly stunning, but still quite nice, and she had a faint fragrance about her. As I passed her, I realized she wasn't reading a magazine, but a letter inside. The letter seemed crumpled, with many wrinkles, so I couldn't make out the contents.

Back in my seat, I kept savoring the fragrance I had just smelled. It wasn't as overpowering as perfume, nor like the subtle scent of a garden; it seemed more like the aroma of light tea. This made me frequently look up at her. Not long after, I faintly heard sobbing. Although the sound was very faint, I still noticed it in the very quiet room.

It must be the girl in front of me. Why was she crying? I guessed it was because of the letter she was reading. Before I knew it, it was dinnertime, and the reading room was closing.

I followed the girl out of the reading room. When she stood up, I noticed she had a pretty good figure. The girl in front seemed to have fainted from crying; she was walking unsteadily. I really wanted to go up and help her, but I usually only look at pretty girls and have never approached girls I didn't know, so I never had the courage to go up to her.

Suddenly, the girl in front of me lost her balance and fell on the library steps. Luckily, she was almost at the bottom, so she didn't fall too hard. I was startled by her fall and stood still. The girl who fell seemed to be injured somewhere; she tried to sit up by pushing herself up with her hands but couldn't get up again.

A thought immediately flashed through my mind: "A good opportunity!" Without thinking twice, I ran over and asked, "How are you, classmate? Where are you hurt?" She was sitting on the last step, one hand clenched into a fist for support, the other hand pressed against her left ankle.

She looked up at me; her eyes were red and filled with tears.

I pretended not to know what had happened and said with concern, "Does it hurt a lot? You're almost crying. Let me take you to the infirmary."

The girl shook her head and said, "Thank you, but no need. I'll be fine after sitting for a while."

I said, "No, if you sprain your ankle, you need to rinse it with cold water immediately, otherwise the swelling and pain will be quite severe."

Before she could answer, I grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go, I'll help you get it checked out." She stood up with my help.

She didn't refuse again, only saying, "I don't need to go to the infirmary, I can just rinse it with cold water myself."

I thought about it for a moment; going to the infirmary would just mean getting a plaster, nothing more. Besides, the distance to the infirmary and the dormitory is quite far, and walking there wouldn't be easy. I don't have the habit of riding a bike on campus, so a bicycle isn't very useful.

At that moment, I remembered a bar-like restaurant near the north gate of the school, close to the library. I frequented that place and was quite familiar with the owner. I could go there to rinse off with cold water and also have dinner there.

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