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At a department gathering, my boyfriend placed a piece of fish in my bowl.
"Sapphire, have some fish."
Jack's face turned awkward before he could finish his sentence.
Because I never eat fish. I'm allergic to it.
And my name isn't Sapphire.
Sapphire is his young apprentice.
The party finally ended.
I calmly dialed a number:
"Professor Smith, I've made my decision. I'd like to be your research assistant."

My Boyfriend Called Me By the Wrong Name At a Party

He also had a notebook filled entirely with records of difficult and unusual cases he had encountered.


On the very day Dr. Smith was promoted to professor, I successfully passed the exam to become his research assistant.


"Professor Smith, I know there was a lot of luck involved in passing this exam, but I'll work hard to improve my skills and be a competent research assistant in the future!"


Dr. Smith smiled and patted me on the head. "I've always had high hopes for you. It's just your judgment that wasn't great, wasting several years."


I knew what he meant and smiled awkwardly.


Seeing Dr. Smith's amused gaze, I suddenly blurted out, "I believe my judgment is excellent this time!"


Dr. Smith seemed momentarily taken aback, his ears slowly turning red.


Later, I moved offices and was transferred to the same department as Dr. Smith.


However, I heard from colleagues that he was hospitalized due to an injury.


Chapter 12