[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

We easily five children who is afraid of the dark; there is a tragedy of life when men are afraid of the light.

It is understandable for children to be afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is for adults to be afraid of the light. Oxfordshire, the oldest academic sanctuary in England.

Without walls and school gates, more than 30 historic colleges of Oxford University are scattered in every corner of Oxfordshire.

As for one of the most prestigious colleges in Oxford, Balliol College looks inconspicuous. Just by the appearance of the college, it is not obvious that an astonishing number of political successors have been trained here.

The reason why Harry Osborne did not attend Jesus College, which had a more excellent academic atmosphere, was because his father hoped that he would get to know enough new political stars in Balliol College.

Compared with scientists, this is obviously more conducive to the current development of Osborn industry.

Founded in 1263, Balliol College is located in the center of Oxford, with first-class academics and fierce competition for admission.

In addition to majoring in biochemistry, Harry is also majoring in the world-famous PPE major at Balliol College.

The so-called PPE is the unique "noble" gold medal major of Oxford University, that is, the three-in-one major of philosophy, politics and economics.

The focus of PPE, a gold medal major, is that if its graduates really enter politics one day, their understanding of human culture and the weaknesses of human nature can provide more protection for self-discipline.

Don't be stupid, think that you are the core of the world, or think that other theories, doctrines, and ideas are superior to others, and fall from a wise leader to a cultural disaster.

All in all, these two majors occupied almost all of Harry Osborn's time.

Perhaps this can barely explain why there are such obvious dark circles under his eyes.

For a teenager who has just grown up, his homework is a bit too heavy.

Today is a macroeconomics course in the direction of economics. Harry Osborne sat in the front row silently. He looked at the empty lecture hall. For some reason, what flashed in his mind was a beautiful black-haired woman figure.

He rubbed his forehead, clearing his inexplicable thoughts.

Then, he heard the discussions of several young people around him——

"I heard that the original Professor Michael Joffe resigned a few days ago due to old age. Who is the new professor?"

"In any case, it must not be a substitute professor from Trinity College. The two colleges have a difficult feud."

"It would be great if it was Professor Vespa Lind of Christ Church College."

"Did you pour your coffee into your brain this morning? Professor Linde is talking about biochemistry."

Harry's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and then he heard a voice behind him——

The red-haired boy looked excited, "Maybe it could be Professor Linde, don't you guys know that she is also an outstanding financial scholar besides having a Ph.D. in science?"

"I heard that she was the first to obtain a doctorate in economics, and Balliol College began to invite her to teach economics courses as early as the beginning of the year."

As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere in this area was obviously much warmer. At this moment, these future political stars are obviously more interested in whether they can welcome a beautiful professor.

However, Harry's expression became gloomy and deep, and there was an evil look on his delicate and handsome face.

When the dark brown wooden door in the auditorium was slowly pushed open, many people secretly held their breath and prayed for good luck in their hearts.

Vespa pushed open the door, and then heard several exclamations of joy, which surprised her a little.

"You guys love macroeconomics courses so much." Vespa's mouth curled up, and he put his hands on the lecture table and looked at the crowd. "Professor Michael Joffe didn't say that before."

Her eyes flicked over Harry Os himself, and she showed a sincere and charming smile, "Hi, Harry, it seems that you are my old acquaintance in this entire auditorium."

Soon, several boys turned their eyes to Harry Osborn with jealousy. They guessed that this tall and thin boy must have met Professor Linde because he was majoring in biochemistry.

But these young people apparently forgot that Vespa Lind did not teach biochemistry at Balliol College.

Of course, Harry Osborn would not remind them of this matter. In fact, Vespa treated him differently, which made him feel better.

This class went very smoothly. When Vesper taught the class, he always had an indescribable charm, that cold and knowledgeable temperament, and in a short period of time, he won the approval of these first-year freshmen, no matter men and women.

The boys are easy to understand, and what is even more surprising is the light in the girls' eyes.

Harry was dissatisfied with Vesper Lind's alluring charm, and she was obviously his exclusive teacher yesterday afternoon.

As the bell rang, the freshmen in the audience had the illusion that this supposedly boring macroeconomics course was still full of meaning.

And Vespa has already picked up the teaching materials and is about to leave the auditorium.

Harry Osborn quickly followed her, and he lowered his voice, "You didn't tell me yesterday that you would become my new professor of economics."

Vespa didn't slow down, "It's a surprise, isn't it?"

"I don't think so." On Harry's handsome and delicate face, his expression was gloomy, pale and thin, with a certain decadent and morbid beauty.

Vesper raised his eyebrows at him, "Mr. Osborne, did you obediently drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed last night?"

This was the agreement between the two yesterday. Of course, she used some tricks to trick the beautiful boy into agreeing.

Harry Osborn, deep and reserved, always unpredictable, staggered at the sound of her voice.

So Vespa smiled even more happily, "Although you look sickly and charming, it's not good to always be worrying and distressing."

Harry heard his heart beating violently in his chest.

He suddenly turned his head away and stopped looking at her, "Don't think that hypocritical flattery will make me recognize you as my tutor."

Vespa shrugged indifferently, "Whatever you think, you are already an adult anyway."

At this moment, at a corner where no one was around, Harry suddenly grabbed Vespa by the shoulder and pushed her against the wall.

His voice was gloomy, and there were some unclear emotions, "Don't always treat me like a child."

Although Harry was thin, his tall body had an extremely attractive aura.

Vespa sighed helplessly, with a calm voice, "I'm just worried about you."

"I don't need those nasty things—" Harry moved closer to her, breathing almost in her face.

Vesper seemed to be looking at a vexatious child, she looked directly into Harry Osborn's eyes, "—what do you need?"

The handsome young man frowned, his eyes as clear as stars seemed to have twinkled.

There were many young people talking in the air, Vespa slightly pushed him away, and then distanced the two of them.

At this time, the young Mr. Osborne, with a dangerous expression on his face, could almost be the protagonist of a horror movie.

Vespa, however, seemed not to notice, left the dark corner with a calm expression, and then walked into the crowd.

And Harry Osborn looked at her back, his heart seemed to be burned, as if he was about to lose some treasures.

Although he never got it.

His next class was in Classical Philosophy, and the bell was ringing, but the young top student was not at all ready to enter the classroom.

Harry's eyes followed the slim figure that was almost disappearing.

Then, he took a step and walked through the crowd to get closer to her.

The last bell to remind the class to start rang through the corridor, but Harry went in the opposite direction from the crowd.

He doesn't even know what's going on in his own head, those elusive thoughts that rush by, and he's not interested in delving into the details.

At least for this moment, he did not allow Vespa to turn away, leaving him behind.

What did she think he was?

A pup that you use to amuse yourself when you're bored, and abandon it when you're unhappy?

Vespa, who simply didn't want to cause a teacher-student scandal, didn't know that this young man with an extremely charming and morbid beauty seemed to have made up some inexplicable things in his own brain.

But she soon found out—

Vespa opened the door of the office to enter, and when he was about to close it naturally, he was suddenly blocked by an external force.

Harry Osborn's slender and pale fingers were leaning on the door with a little force, and they were even more beautiful than works of art.

Vespa sighed, turned sideways to let him in, and closed the door casually.

She folded her arms and looked at the handsome boy, "Mr. Osborne, you should sit in the classroom now and spread out your classical philosophy courses."

Looking at her calm expression, Harry felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

There are even some unexplainable sadness, mixed together, like magma boiling in a volcano.

He looked vulnerable and gloomy, with a bit of malevolence that terrified the world of chaos.

How could she leave him behind like trash, he absolutely cannot accept such treatment.

Harry Osborn lowered his gaze, hiding his gaze.

He will avenge her frivolities and mistakes.

— Gain her affection and trust, and then leave her behind.

She deserves it.

Soon, Harry Osborn seemed to suppress all the dark side, and he looked at her again with his downcast eyes, his eyes were charming and unbelievable, "Professor Linde, I just don't want to have any misunderstanding with you."

He frowned slightly, looking at her with pure and soft eyes, like an angel, "You...I even drank a jug of warm milk for you."

He lowered his head, his soft blond hair was inexplicably wanting to touch a few times.

Vespa struggled to hold back the idea of ​​smoothing his hair, and tried to convince himself that in front of him was a handsome young man who had grown up, not a three-month-old golden retriever.

Harry Osborn didn't wait for her answer, so he turned his eyes to hers again, his eyes were disturbed and obedient, "...can't you forgive me for my previous offense?"

There was an unconcealable sense of loss on his face, which made one's heart soften.

Facing the fragile and well-behaved boy, who was like a puppy, Vespa subconsciously stroked the top of his head with his palm, and gently stroked it a few times.

It's like soothing a three month old golden retriever.

But she forgot that this was probably a cunning wolf cub pretending to be kind.