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MidReal Story
My Unwanted Affair With My Professor
Scenario:廖婷媗出生在靠海的鄉下，高中畢業準備要讀大學。但高中畢業那天因為發生車禍導致不能走路，只能坐輪椅。年齡18，職業大學生。身高160。家庭有一個姊姊，爸爸媽媽因為工作的關係時常不在家，所以是奶奶帶的。
姊姊是當地沙灘的救生員。姊姊25歲。
自己的包包放了一些急救用品，以備不時之需會用到
個性：冷靜，沈著。遇到需要幫忙的人一定會幫，溫柔，察言觀色。很感性。
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Liao Tingxuan
She is a university student in her first year, struggling with the aftermath of an accident that left her unable to walk. She is resilient, compassionate, and independent. Tingxuan grew up in a coastal village with her grandmother and younger sister. She harbored secret feelings for her childhood friend, Chen Yifeng, who left for the city. As she navigates university life, she faces challenges and unexpected support from Chen Yifeng after he returns to their village.
Chen Yifeng
He is a former childhood friend of Liao Tingxuan and a student at Tsinghua University. He is intelligent, considerate, and introspective. Yifeng secretly harbored feelings for Tingxuan during their childhood and returned to his hometown for his grandfather. He helps Tingxuan during her transition to university life, demonstrating his care and concern. Despite leaving for the city, he maintains a close connection with Tingxuan and his family.
Grandma Liao
She is the grandmother of Tingxuan and Ruohan, living in their ancestral home in the village. She is wise, nurturing, and strongwilled. Raised by her own daughter (Tingxuan's mother), she has a deep connection with both Tingxuan and Ruohan. Her influence shapes the household atmosphere, offering guidance and support to Tingxuan as she adapts to her new circumstances and navigates life without her mother present.
I was born in a coastal village.
When I was about to enter university, a car accident made me lose my walking ability forever.
I was eighteen years old.
My height was 160 cm.
I had an elder sister who was three years older than me.
She was twenty-five years old and served as a lifeguard at the beach.
My parents were busy with their work, and they didn’t live with me.
They said they would come back home during the holidays.
But they didn’t come back during the last holidays.
They said they would come back next year.
The grandma who raised me and my sister said she was okay, so we didn’t have to worry about her.
I always carried some first aid tools with me.
If someone had an accident in front of me, I wouldn’t be able to just stand and watch it happen.
I would have to rush over to provide help even if it put me in danger.
That was my habit.
I always kept calm and composed no matter what happened.
It was a good habit, and it helped me a lot.
I never liked to make a big deal out of things, and I hated it when other people made a fuss over me.
I liked to think things through carefully before I acted on them.
After thinking about it for the entire morning, I finally decided to wheel myself to the living room.
My phone was on the coffee table.
The house was quiet, with only the sound of the waves coming from the open window.
I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Ruohan’s number.
My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before I pressed the call button.
Ruohan was usually busy during her beach patrol shifts, but I needed to talk to her.
The phone rang three times before she answered.
"Hey, I've been waiting for your call," she said, her voice steady and reassuring.
I grip my phone tighter, watching the seagulls circle outside the window.
"Ruohan, when you finish your shift... can we talk?"
My voice comes out a little shaky.
There's a pause on the other end of the line, and I can hear the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.
"Of course. Is everything okay?" she asks, her concern evident in her tone.
I wheel myself closer to the window and press my forehead against the cool glass.
The morning sun casts long shadows across the floor.
"I just need to discuss something important," I reply, thinking about the university acceptance letter that's still unopened on my desk.
The weight of the future pressed against my chest as I waited for her answer.
"Okay, I'll be done by six. Let's meet at the Seabreeze Café," she says, her voice steady.
"I'll see you then."
I end the call and spend the rest of the afternoon lost in thought.
The sun slowly moves across the sky, casting long shadows on the floor.
At five thirty, I transfer myself from my wheelchair to the passenger seat of our old Corolla.
I fold up my wheelchair and place it in the back seat, just like Grandmother taught me.
The fifteen-minute drive to the Seabreeze Café feels longer than usual.
I park in the handicapped spot and watch the waves crash against the shore while I wait for Ruohan.
She arrives a few minutes later, still in her red lifeguard uniform.
Her hair is damp from her final patrol of the day.
The wind chimes hanging outside the café entrance tinkle as she helps me navigate my wheelchair through the doorway.
We settle at a table by the window, the ocean view stretching out before us.
"So, what's on your mind?" Ruohan asks, her eyes searching mine.
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my words.
I reach into my bag and pull out the crumpled envelope, my fingers tracing the university seal.
The café's afternoon crowd has thinned, leaving only the rhythmic hum of the coffee machine and the distant sound of the ocean waves.
Ruohan sits across from me, still in her lifeguard uniform, patiently waiting.
Her hair drips onto the wooden table as I slowly smooth out the creases on the envelope.
The letter feels heavy in my hands, weighted with implications about my future.
Without speaking, I extend my arm and push the envelope toward her, watching her eyes follow its movement.
Ruohan looks up, meeting my gaze with a mix of curiosity and understanding.
She reaches for the envelope, her fingers brushing against mine.
I stare at the letter between us, watching her read it with careful attention.
When she finishes, she looks up, a smile on her face.
"We should celebrate," she suggests, catching me off guard.
My hands tighten on the armrests of my wheelchair as memories flash through my mind—memories of walking barefoot on sand, feeling the grains shift beneath my feet.
"The beach?" I ask quietly, glancing out at the wooden boardwalk that runs parallel to the shoreline.
Ruohan stands, gathering our empty cups and my letter.
She moves behind my chair, her still-damp uniform brushing against my shoulder as she leans down.
"Trust me," she whispers, already steering us toward the café's exit.
I feel the warmth of the sun as we emerge onto the boardwalk, the salty breeze tousling my hair.
"Remember when we used to race each other to the pier?" Ruohan asks, her voice filled with nostalgia.
I nod, a smile tugging at my lips. "You always let me win."
As we roll along the boardwalk, I notice dark clouds gathering overhead.
Ruohan glances up, her lifeguard instincts kicking in.
But she doesn't stop pushing my chair.
The first drops hit my face just as we pass the ice cream stand, its colorful umbrellas folded for the night.
Instead of hurrying for shelter, Ruohan spins my wheelchair in a circle.
I grab the wheels, startled, but her laughter is contagious.
She twirls me again as the rain intensifies, soaking through our clothes.
My hands slip on the wet wheels as I try to match her movements, leaving uneven patterns on the wooden planks.
"Ruohan, we're getting drenched!" I shout, laughing despite myself.
"That's the point!" she replies, her voice rising above the sound of the rain.
"But why?" I ask, feeling both exhilarated and confused.