It was the first week after the end of military training. My buddy always talks about his English teacher, saying that she is beautiful and has a personality in class. It was a very old man who taught English in our class at that time. So, when my buddy told me about his English teacher again, I wanted to see her very urgently.
Later, I took a book, pretended to ask some questions, and went to her dormitory with my buddies. She is so enthusiastic about us that she has no teacher's airs at all. We had a good chat that day. I knew that after she was five years older than me, she casually said that she would be my sister, and she readily agreed.
? As an only child, I always wanted to have a sister. I just didn't expect this wish to come true so easily. ? Yang stopped to explain to us that in the next story, no matter how much his relationship with the teacher developed, he always used it. My sister? Go talk to her.
Intuitively, I know my sister has a crush on me. I tried to invite her to dinner, surf the Internet and go shopping, and she quickly agreed. I am the first among my classmates to know her mobile phone number. After shopping all day that day, she and I sat in the last row of the double-decker 64 road. Tired, she fell asleep on my shoulder. A week later, we held hands with each other. Two weeks later, I hugged her and kissed her.
Every day after that, except for class and sleep, we were almost inseparable. I often come out of the dormitory at seven o'clock in the morning, attend classes by myself, or listen to her lectures, have dinner with her at noon, and then go back to her room at night to play until the dormitory closes. Those days were our happiest time, but they were so short. After a semester, I don't even know where my roommate is from. Of course, none of the students she teaches know me.