A teacher's mundane love story

Back in 2006, right after graduation, I used family connections to casually take a perfunctory exam and landed a job as a civil servant in a municipal government agency. It was a relaxed job, unlike the strict civil service system now. Back then, I'd either sit in the office or go out to complete my duties and call it a day. The pay was decent, 4-5k a month, which was pretty good in our small fourth-tier city. I worked during the day and stayed home playing WoW at night. I was quite addicted to WoW and didn't care much about dating or finding a partner. I drifted along like this for over a year until my family couldn't stand it anymore. They asked the wife of my upstairs neighbor's son to introduce me to someone. My upstairs neighbor's son and I were childhood friends. His wife was an English teacher at a local college. There were many female teachers at his school, and they were all quite well-educated. My friend joked that I was still a virgin. Of course not! I found a girlfriend in my second year of college, but we broke up peacefully after graduation because it wasn't convenient for her to come to my area, and it wasn't practical for me to come to hers. Then my friend asked what my requirements were. I jokingly said, "A good figure, with a nice bust and butt, that's fine." My childhood friend assured me it was no problem and left it to his wife to find someone.
A few days later, on Friday, he contacted me. His wife had found a girl, three years younger than me, who taught political ideology, and asked me to meet her. I felt awkward. After graduating from university, I'd only gone between work and home, hadn't really socialized much, and was rather introverted. I had no idea how to talk to girls on blind dates. My friend just told me to go, and he'd leave the rest to his wife.
We arranged to meet on Saturday night at a Western restaurant near her school. When I arrived, his wife introduced me; let's call her Xiao D. At first glance, Xiao D wasn't particularly striking. She was about 160cm tall, with long, straight hair, an oval face, and decent features, but she had quite a few pimples. Her figure was definitely curvy. To be honest, when I saw her face covered in acne, I wasn't impressed. But since she was there, I figured
I should at least have a meal. I ate with D and my childhood friend and his wife, ordered coffee, and chatted for about an hour (we didn't even have WeChat back then), then we parted ways. My friend asked how it went, and I said I wasn't particularly interested.
He said, "Let's just be friends then." I thought that was the end of it, but about two weeks later, one evening, my friend called and said D was having severe stomach pains. He remembered I had several close friends working at a hospital and asked if I could put in a good word for her and find a reliable doctor. I thought, since she'd come to me, I might as well help her. So I contacted my friend at the hospital and took a taxi to pick her up. This time, I noticed her acne had subsided considerably; only a few pimples remained, and the acne scars were just faint marks. She didn't look as bad as before, and perhaps because of the stomach pain, she seemed more delicate. At the time, I thought that if Xiao D didn't have so many pimples, maybe we could try dating.
Then Xiao D went to the hospital and, through a friend, was taken to the emergency room. They diagnosed appendicitis and asked if she wanted surgery or conservative treatment. Xiao D didn't want surgery, so the doctor said conservative treatment would be best. She received IV antibiotics and several bottles of fluids, and was not allowed to eat anything. I had to stay with her while she received the IV. It was past 2 AM by the time it was finished, and her stomach pain had subsided. The doctor instructed her not to eat for three days and wanted to admit her to the hospital. Xiao D didn't want to be hospitalized. Initially, the doctor wouldn't allow it, but I had no choice. I called a friend who works at the hospital in the middle of the night and asked him to plead with the doctor. The doctor finally let Xiao D go home, but prescribed three days' worth of medication and instructed her not to eat anything for three days, only drink water, and to go to the hospital immediately if she felt unwell. Then I took a taxi to take Xiao D home.
The next day, my childhood friend's wife called and told me that Little D hadn't really liked me last time, but after seeing me accompany her to the hospital last night, running around helping her with registration and medication, she thought I was a decent person and had a good impression of me. She seemed interested in talking to me and wanted to know what I thought so she could refuse if I didn't want to. I don't know what I was thinking, but I said, "Let's talk about it then." My friend's wife then said, "Your chance to shine has come. Since there's nothing much going on at your workplace, and Little D is on sick leave getting injections, just show up at work and come over to keep her company while she gets her injections. You can chat and deepen your relationship."
So for the next three days, I would show up at work every day, then sneak out to keep Little D company while she got her injections and chat. As we chatted, I learned that Xiao D gets pimples whenever she eats spicy food. Looking closely, I realized it was true; she hadn't eaten much during her injections these past few days, and her pimples had mostly cleared up. If I'd rate Xiao D with pimples as a 6 out of 10, then Xiao D without pimples would be an 8 in my eyes. So, I decided to seriously pursue her, flirting with her in various ways. Xiao D would jokingly say, "Seeing how quiet you were before, I thought you were a quiet, honest person. I didn't expect you to be the secretly passionate type!" I would just chuckle.
After three days of injections, Xiao D's stomach pain lessened. She went to the hospital for a checkup, and everything was fine. So, Xiao D and I slowly became closer. We went to the movies every night, went shopping, and went to the provincial capital on weekends. Things naturally progressed, and we became intimate. Her 160cm height and curvaceous figure captivated me. During sex, I loved to play with Xiao D's breasts, which were at least a D cup. Those small pink nipples, just a lick or a gentle bite, would make her wet. After I got together with Xiao D, I would say I wanted to sleep at her place every day after work. My mom kept saying I'd forgotten her since I got married and wasn't coming home anymore, and I could only chuckle awkwardly. Every time I picked Xiao D up from school, her students would jokingly shout, "Teacher D, your man's here to pick you up again! Be careful, there are lots of girls at our school, watch out or he'll get kidnapped!" Xiao D would always tug at my ear and tell her mischievous students, "He wouldn't dare, I'd twist his ear off!" I would always pretend to be in pain, and her students would always laugh and scatter. Back
then, I thought Xiao D and I would stay like this, get married, have kids, and live like that forever. Six months into our relationship, Xiao D suddenly looked worried. She said her school was going to upgrade to a bachelor's degree program and required all young teachers to take the postgraduate entrance exam. Xiao D said that if she took the exam, she might have to leave our city and never come back. I felt terrible. On one hand, I wanted Xiao D to stay, but on the other hand, I didn't want to stifle her ambition. So, I made a pact with her: we'd leave it to fate. If she passed the exam, she would leave, and we would break up. If she didn't pass, she would stay, and my family would find her a stable job, and then we would get married.
Then, one day in January of the following year, Xiao D came home looking unwell. I immediately knew her exam results were in. Sure enough, she had passed the written exam with high marks and was likely to do well in the interview. I looked at her and asked if she really wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam. Xiao D hesitated for a moment and said that she was still young and wanted to rely on herself, not my family's connections. I felt a pang of sadness, but I didn't say anything.
And so, the day before Xiao D was to leave, we vented our reluctance to part at her rented apartment, from the bed to the sofa to the bathroom. After our outburst, Xiao D cried. I asked her if she wouldn't leave, okay? She cried even harder, shaking her head between sobs.
The next day, when I woke up, Xiao D was already gone, leaving behind the key to the apartment and a note asking me to help her cancel the lease.
This is my ordinary love story with Xiao D, a teacher. Don't talk about forever; everything can be disrupted by reality. Don't talk about unforgettable love; everything will be worn down by time.
[The End]

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