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seriously and carefully. She was a good student and

made quick progress. While I taught her, I often

glanced at her. Under the light, and in the warm

office, her face looked like a red apple. I really

wanted to kiss her. But I dared not. I controlled

myself. Occasionally, my hand touched hers, but she

didn’t resist. She sometimes raised her head and

greeted me with a smile. The first class had been

successful. At about 9pm, we went to the train station

to catch the train.

On Friday evening, she came again. I continued

to teach her. I asked her to pronounce each word I

had taught her the previous time. She pronounced

them accurately and beautifully. I was very happy

and praised her. Then I began to teach her a new

lesson.

At about 9pm we had to go back to our

dormitory. According to the train schedule, there was

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