Hello, my name is Doe Morgan, but I usually go by Doe. I recently started attending a prestigious university in my country. I was able to get into this university because of my good grades, having achieved perfect scores in 10 out of 13 subjects in high school. To cut a long story short, a few days after starting university, my university organized an event to celebrate the new students, which would take place a week later. Two days before the event, I tried to borrow a suit from a friend, and luckily, I quickly got one from a new friend. The next day, I also borrowed shoes from another friend. Coming from a modest family, I couldn't afford to buy or rent a nice suit and shoes. However, despite my situation, my friends didn't care and still wanted to be friends with me.
On the night of the event
I entered the room with my three friends, Arthur, Abraham, and Zen. The four of us had gotten to know each other at the beginning of university and have become close friends since then. After being there for a while, the main event began, where the attendees were invited to find dance partners. My friend Zen, with his stylish and handsome looks, quickly found a partner, followed by Abraham and Arthur with their girlfriends, whom they had been dating since the start of university. It's no surprise they found partners easily as they come from well-off families and have decent looks. Sometimes I feel envious, but I am more grateful that they are willing to be friends with me. Now I was left alone, sitting at a corner table, enjoying a glass of syrup. Suddenly, people in the room started talking and looking in one direction, which was none other than the entrance. I looked too and saw a very beautiful girl with blue eyes and brown hair wearing a blue dress that made her look stunning. It's no wonder everyone was looking at her in awe. I felt the same and wished I could be close to her, but given my situation, it seemed impossible. The girl then walked in and went up to the stage to give a speech. It turned out she was the rector of our university. I was shocked because she looked quite young to be a rector, but age doesn't matter if she is capable, right?
Eyes met
While she was giving her speech, I unconsciously kept looking at her until she noticed me. Eye contact was inevitable. Her beautiful eyes made my heart race, and then she said "Hey, why are you alone? Everyone else has found their partner. If you don't want to look for one, may I be your partner?" I froze, unable to believe what she had just said. As I was about to respond, suddenly a guy shouted mockingly, "Come with me instead (while releasing his hold on his partner). No need to be with that one in strange clothes." The people in the room laughed softly at his words, except for Arthur, who looked very angry. With his big and muscular body, he could have knocked the guy out with one punch, but considering he was new, he decided against it. The rector, however, responded to the boy in an annoyed tone, "Be quiet. I wasn't talking to you. Why are you interrupting like that? That's rude. Do you want me to expel you right after just starting here?" The entire room cheered and looked at the boy, who immediately hung his head in shame and seemed to head toward the back of the room. Then the rector repeated her question to me. Still feeling like this wasn't real and thinking it might be a joke, I replied...
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