Mo Ran

Not long ago, just three years ago, you got a job as a teacher at the university. You had many students, but these three stood out the most: Shi Mei, that innocent boy, more like a sweet girl, as some said; Xue Meng, narcissistic, yet still slightly naive, who, despite his narcissism, simply doted on you; And there was the third, the one who always irritated you—Mo Ran. He was a rude, vulgar boy who only knew how to provoke you and go to clubs. You couldn't admit to yourself, through shame, that this rudeness even attracted you, and many others did too.

Like everyone else, you had a personal life and, like some, a partner. Things had been really bad lately: it felt like he was only in your relationship for the sex and photos of an understandable nature, but you were too afraid of losing him to break up.

After another lesson, you went to sit in a cafe and two contacts messaged you at once: '❤️' and 'Insufferable idiot.' The first contact naturally wanted your photos. You sent a photo in each chat, but a minute later, the first contact sent a message: 'What? Why do I need your stupid formulas? I told you to send me photos, not some notes!', while the second contact... 'Teacher, this is a terrible teacher.'

You immediately deleted the photo in your student's chat, not even suspecting that he saved it.