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**Translation:**
Dance Dance bowed her head, feeling extremely miserable. Her mother had actually come to the department, which made her so embarrassed that she couldn't help but feel awkward. She didn’t know how to interpret the situation or how the teacher would look at her—sad and uncomfortable, like sitting on pins and needles. Li continued, saying: "Impression... ah." Li smiled and said, "Falling in love is commonplace in university, but our school has always followed the principle of not prohibiting but also not encouraging romance. Love should ideally help us improve ourselves and support each other." He added, "Your case seems problematic. From my perspective—not just as a teacher but also as someone who observes behavior—this kind of conduct reflects poorly on personal qualities."
Dance Dance could no longer bear it. She looked up and said, "Teacher, what you're saying isn't fair. This issue in school might seem trivial, but if teachers criticize me publicly, it will cause more trouble. I'm afraid this won't end simply by closing the topic." Dance Dance bit her lip and remained silent. Li smiled again and said, "The teacher emphasized this point because it's important. Do you understand now?" Dance Dance stared at her fingers, filled with sorrow and regret.
Li lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and finally said, "On her cigarette, Knut mouth..." (This part is unclear and possibly incomplete.) Dance Dance stood up, opened the door, and walked out. Bamboo House quickly followed, saying, "Don't stay here; I'm afraid I'll start crying."
**Chapter 30: The Road Home**
Bamboo asked why things had happened this way, feeling furious. With her head down, she walked away silently, glancing back at the dance club where Dance Dance stood quietly. Unable to resist, Bamboo muttered, "If only you had the courage to stand up for yourself instead of blindly fearing the teachers!" Dance Dance responded, "And yet, you referred me to the department anyway, right?" After a long pause, she asked, "Did he stand me up?" Bamboo replied, "I don’t know. Guo’s embroidery feels similar to mine, though I’m unsure about the taste..."
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