"More than in school? You mean Cary teaches better than me?"
"... I didn't mean this." Alice immediately changed his mouth. "Theory and practice are complementary. You and Dr. Cary, no one is good or bad, is my teacher anyway."
Alice's last sentence flashed Barry's eyes, he asked calmly: "If, I don't just want to be your teacher."
"Well?" Alice suddenly missed a beat, then laughed, "Oh, I understand."
"You know?" Barry raised an eyebrow and asked her, "What do you know? Do you know what I mean?"
"Well." Alice nodded.
"What do you think."
"The old saying is that one day is a teacher and one is a father for life. Although you want to be my dad a bit difficult, but rest assured that I will respect you like my dad."
Barry slammed on a brake, and the car behind was fast and tight. He d
