I know that even if you don't understand something, you won't say it, so I come to you," he says, softly. "Don't listen to her, I'm here to help you, and I won't leave you with difficulties. "Mister Jeon, it's fine, you can help someone else." Why is he taking so much time on me? That's worthless. He gets back to me and sits on the chair right by my side. A moment of heavy quietness remains into the room as all the students shut their mouths. "Silence! I would like to remind you that you have a test at the end of this lesson!" he lets out with some wrath but without even yelling, calming the whole class with his sternness only. That's the first time since this year started that he got that angry and so straight forward. I won't lose my time trying to help someone who doesn't care about anything else other than flirting with her teacher," he shoots back. Mister Jeon whirls around to look at her. "But it's worthless to help her, she doesn't understand anything anyway." "A minute, Ahn Yoona," he stays with me and doesn't give her all the attention she wants yet. I do what he suggested and write it down with the use of my cold hand shaking. After that, the proceeding will be easier to make completely," he tells me in a sweet and low voice. Even if it's logic to you, write each step in detail. "Wait, look here," he brushes my hand with his fingers, pointing out one of the mistakes I wrote, "If the fourth term of an arithmetic progression is equal to zero, it's the first thing you have to write. "I.yes I'm okay." I try to keep calm, but I prefer not to say how much I'm too stupid to finish the math problems. I don't like this tension in my veins, he's too close to me, and I can smell his arousing male fragrance. I feel it touching me, and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right one. He bends over and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. "Is everything going well?" his voice passes through my ear. I don't like when someone observes me while I'm struggling on my work and not knowing what to write. I attempt to solve all the calculations but why is my brain so stupid? It's hard to make it function well. Those types of students must be exhausting for teachers. I can now only hear his footsteps against the floor. "If you get more involved in your work, maybe I'll help you but for now, you don't seem to be interested in my lesson," he fields her question. ![]() "What about some time after school, together?" "I don't give home instruction," he ends her fantasies, coldly. Does she even realize how ridiculous she sounds and is? ![]() "Mister Jeon, could you teach me at home? I would like to work on this with you a bit more deeply," the same girl says. He uses it on his paper in a quick way while I cannot help but glare at the girl, "Thank you, little bean," he responds with his adorable gummy smile, and I retrieve my item to continue to work, peacefully. ![]() He's one of the few people to who I sometimes talk, but honestly, he's the only one that I like spending time with. "Hey, do you have an eraser, please?" the black haired boy wakes me up. No, she won't, he moves back to keep some distances. She's literally getting closer all the time, she's going to touch his lips. The first thing I notice is the girl twirling her long hair around her finger while staring at the teacher, with a seductive look. "Psst! Y/N!" the boy behind my back calls my name in a whisper and makes me turn around.
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