Falling Deeper Step by Step

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While dancing at a bar, I met a handsome top student from my school. Through the hazy smoke, I narrowed my eyes and asked, “Wanna do it?” He raised an eyebrow, lounged lazily on the sofa, and signaled me to continue. I was thrilled out of my mind and immediately pulled a workbook out of my bag: “Advanced Mathematics—do it.” Then I threw a stack of money at him. He smiled faintly, didn't take the money, and did all the exercises for me. As a result, the next day the professor called me into his office and patted the handsome guy beside him on the shoulder: “This is the student you mentioned yesterday—the one who hired you to do her homework at the bar, right?”