If love could come back

I don't care, I don't care at all, including you - those words still linger.

It turns out words can really hurt.He didn't have this kind of experience before, so he could say those words that are called rational but actually cruel, so that he hurt others without knowing it.Her words also made him feel pain and fear.If she really shut him out of her heart, he was really afraid.But today, I finally knew that she really didn't want to see him, so what she subconsciously blurted out was the truth?

Is it too late?

If everything can be repeated, how many people are willing to wait?And himself, is he the one worth waiting for?

A strong sense of exhaustion hit him like a tide, his throat was itchy and sore, it was very uncomfortable, the feeling of numbness and pain continued, and he was so exhausted physically and mentally that he could only let himself sink into the sofa, but the envelopment of soft touch could not be dispelled tired.Perhaps, he was really too tired, and even his breathing became weak, and his breath was full of slightly hot breath.

Sitting alone in a quiet laboratory, the only thing you can hear is your own slightly heavy breathing.

He chooses to stay here alone, because this is the environment he is most familiar with, a place where he can develop his strengths, and a place where he can think calmly.However, when I stepped into this place just now, I felt a feeling of emptiness in my heart.Looking around, the cold experimental instruments, thick and rigid books, these things that once occupied a very important part of his life, why do they look so pale?

With his hands folded and his elbows resting on his knees, his seemingly contemplative thoughts have long been out of control, drifting far and wide.

Inadvertently glanced to the side, the single sofa in front left was empty, no one would hold a hot supper full of expectant smiles, perhaps it has become a memory forever, a testament to the ignorance of ignorance.

The beauty that cannot be replaced has long been lost, and it is all the result of his own making.

It's just that every time he closes his eyes, the words in the thick black mist will echo more clearly, endlessly.

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door of the laboratory, and heard footsteps coming towards him, and said, "Kingsley."

Kingsley lowered his arms and saw that it was the dean, frowning, looking at him with a slightly solemn expression.I don't know what caused the dean to come to the laboratory to find him in person?

"Dean." He stood up immediately, out of respect for his elders.

"Sit down. I'm just here to talk to you." The dean sat down on the sofa next to him. "I heard from Janet that you rejected "Review of Modern Physics", can you tell me the reason?"

"Because I can't take care of my time." He couldn't help being a little surprised, it seemed that he underestimated the dean's importance to this matter.

"Oh, you should have told me this question earlier. I can arrange someone else to take your place, and the student's thesis will be handed over to another instructor." The dean suddenly had a feeling similar to hatred.

"Dean, these are not the main reasons."

"No? Since it's not because of these things, what is it for?" The great opportunity was in front of him, but he turned it down without saying a word. The dean didn't want to show a gesture of provoking guilt, but he had to figure it out anyway. clear.

"Because I had a personal matter to attend to at the time. I'm sorry."

The dean obviously wants to break the casserole and ask the end, I'm afraid he won't give up easily without a reasonable explanation.He doesn't intend to list excuses, and he doesn't like to weave lies. Every lie needs more lies to follow, just like standing at the top of a pyramid made of lies, and in the end it will only cause him to lose even an inch of ground. .

Therefore, he told the truth that he was already prepared for the dean's possible reaction.

Sure enough, after the dean heard this, his eyebrows tightened, his expression unconsciously added a bit of sternness, and his eyes were full of disapproval. "Kingsley, I have never doubted your ability. You are not a person who does not know how to weigh, but why did you make such a hasty decision this time? You have to know that this is not just about you alone, but also on behalf of For our entire university."

Such a rare opportunity was missed.If it can be done, it will not only be his own glory, but also the reputation of the whole university will be greatly improved, and it will undoubtedly become the academic palace that many students yearn for. It should be a beautiful thing that kills two birds with one stone!

He naturally understood what the dean meant, but he didn't feel sorry, let alone regret it. Even if he did it all over again, he would still do it.No matter what sharp girl thinks, if she can actually do one thing for her, then she is already satisfied.

"Dean, I'm sorry." He was not surprised by the dean's pursuit, but he didn't want to explain more, he just apologized firmly and sincerely.

Seeing this, it is inconvenient for the dean to make more reproaches.Even if you are unhappy, it's not good to be too obvious.It's just that Kingsley, who has always been more than rational and knows how to measure, actually admitted that he turned down such an important invitation because of personal matters. The dean who expected to fail couldn't understand for a while. It was an opportunity that others couldn't dream of. What should I say about him?

In the end, the dean was dissatisfied because he moved out of "private affairs" as an excuse. Unfortunately, he had no reason and no position to inquire into other people's privacy, so he could only sigh heavily and get up and leave.

The door of the laboratory made a slight and dull sound, and the figure of the dean was submerged.

Kingsley lowered his eyes slightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his handsome face.

However, he did not let the negative emotions continue to spread, remembering that there were still some students whose papers had not been reviewed, and he could not delay any longer, otherwise it would really delay the students.

Walking towards the desk, he moved a little, feeling dizzy suddenly, and his slender body swayed slightly. He hurriedly supported the support beside him to stabilize himself, closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Professor King—" Another person pushed open the door and walked in, calling him.

Subconsciously raised his head to look at the door, but only felt a strong dizziness, the scene in front of him was gradually distorted and deformed, like a whirlpool, and suddenly his eyes went black, and all his consciousness was swallowed up.

Janet was shocked when she saw him fall down without warning, she couldn't help exclaiming, and rushed to his side—"Professor! Professor? Professor!"

He didn't get any response even to the call, his eyes were still closed, and he looked unconscious.In a panic, Janet finally noticed that his cheeks were flushed abnormally, and quickly reached out to touch his forehead, and was shocked by the scorching temperature!

God, why is it burning so badly?

Janet immediately took out her mobile phone contacts to help, feeling puzzled.

Since you have a high fever, why don't you take a good rest?

The fever is so severe, why do you still not sleep?Could it be that the Professor didn't realize that he was sick at all?

This morning, he left the office in a hurry, such a happy Professor is rare.He looked as if he was in a hurry to go somewhere, and he didn't want to delay even a second.

As a result, when she just walked to the door of the office after class, she happened to meet him and came back again.Although there was no abnormal expression on her face, a pair of absent-minded eyes faithfully represented the loneliness of the master, and she was still wondering if something unsatisfactory had happened.

Thinking about it again, because he was worried that it would affect others, the Professor would never show his depression so clearly on his face, unless he was no longer able to worry too much.

She should have noticed something was wrong earlier.

He was so sick that he locked himself in the laboratory as soon as he came back.

What the hell—did something happen?

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