my high math teacher

Her car was parked in front of No. [-] Teaching. At this time, I had just finished her first or second class and watched her get in the car but did not leave for a long time.

"Dong dong dong~" I knocked on the driver's window twice.

"Can I ask a few private questions?"

"No." After a short hesitation, she answered simply.

I didn't expect to be rejected so directly, I was a little silly, "Uh, I'm writing a novel based on you, so..."

"Don't write about me!"

"Uh, don't reject me so directly..." I smiled wryly, and wanted to say something but was interrupted by her.

"No! Don't write about me!" Then she opened the car door and was about to get out of the car. Seeing this, I had no choice but to say, "Okay."

I turned off the phone recording, and my mood was extremely bad.

Seeing her return to the third teaching with the book, I understand that she also has classes in the third and fourth quarters, but I don't know which class she has entered.

When I came out of the teaching building, I was in a depressed mood. I never thought that I would be rejected, let alone that I would be rejected so simply.It seems that in reality, we will never meet.

While being rejected, I wanted to write those passionate novels, her smile would never be left to me, and all I saw was a cold face.