Chapter 8 – I’ll Do a Bunch of Things You Hate
When I went to wake my junior in the morning, I hadn’t felt it before.
There was a pleasant scent in my junior’s room.
I don’t think I use a separate perfume or diffuser.
Usually, when I go near my juniors, something like the scent wafted faintly around the room.
Smells good…
“Sniff sniff…”
“… What are you doing?”
“Hot?!”
As I closed my eyes and sniffed, I recoiled at how I must have looked.
Even the juniors who casually asked the question suddenly flinched and trembled as if they had realized something.
I opened the window and started to ventilate while watching my eyes very much.
Gee, I feel bad.
But apologizing is weird too, it seems like admitting that you’ve realized that you’re a pervert, so I just changed the subject.
“Go, study, I have to…”
“Ah. It was.”
Is it so. Study.
These days, my junior has been going through a lot of trouble.
I can’t sleep at night because of studying, I’m so tired,
As a maid in this house, it was a situation where I could not just sit idly by.
But why do I care about that?
It’s a junior I hate to death, but I couldn’t eat it, so I was so impatient.
Feel free to be more tired. Even though it would be much more pleasant to watch the pain of a junior while doing it.
“…”
Ah. Is it so.
If my juniors were too tired, I had trouble with myself.
I’m secretly passing the maid work on to my juniors, so when my juniors get tired, I have to do it all, cooking, cleaning, and washing, yes, it’s nice to be useful, but no matter how hard it is, it’s hard…
Even today, he didn’t even wake me up.
They didn’t even prepare breakfast…
Even if it goes through today, it would definitely be troublesome if it kept repeating itself.
So, in the end, I said that I would help my junior in order to be comfortable.
That’s why I said that I would willingly give tutoring and teach my studies.
Stupid juniors who don’t know anything about this,
He brought me to his room without question at all.
“So, which subject is the most difficult?”
“Mmm.”
Rarely for a junior, he couldn’t answer my question right away.
Well, if you think about it, the junior was a freshman who had just entered the academy for about a month.
As I said before, the curriculum at the academy is on the difficult side, so if you can’t adapt to it, everything will feel difficult.
I did too.
“What kind of lecture are you taking?”
“At least an understanding of history, royal studies, basic economics, swordsmanship training, practical magic, monotheism, advanced literature, and mathematics.”
Fortunately, except for ceremonial studies and swordsmanship training, they were all things I could teach.
First of all, I decided to teach my juniors with all my heart and soul, starting with the things that students at the academy generally find most difficult.
Maybe two hours passed like that?
This handsome, rich, and unlucky junior seems to have a brilliant mind, so when I tell him something, he accepts it like a sponge.
As a teacher who gives private lessons, I have feelings that I shouldn’t have,
So, I felt a great sense of deprivation and defeat.
When you leave the math solution and grade it,
When I realized that the answers written by a junior who solved all three problems in 15 minutes that usually take about 10 minutes per solution were correct, I involuntarily burst into tears.
“You are so, so smart.”
“Yes? Suddenly?”
“Actually, I’m just kidding. Master is tired from studying. It makes no sense.”
“Hmm.”
It was all lies.
No matter how difficult it was to study at the academy, it was just elementary education in front of my juniors.
Hey, then why are you so tired?
If it’s not because of studying, there must be another reason…
After thinking about it for a while, my junior hurriedly said.
“Senior.”
“Yes?”
“She is thanks to her seniors teaching her well.”
No matter how ignorant I was, it wasn’t to the extent that I couldn’t see through the lie.
I’m a person who doesn’t deserve compliments at all, and I used to see through the truth and lies about it with amazing precision.
I said geeeee, and as if I could shoot lasers from my eyes, I flinched at my juniors.
Then, the junior broke into a cold sweat and said that.
“Actually, it’s because I can concentrate better because I’m with my senior.”
That made sense to some extent.
At least much better than before.
Ah. I see
Juniors are smart, but they don’t study.
Without realizing it, I realized what my juniors had problems with, thinking like a mother who said, ‘My child is smart, but he didn’t study.’
Juniors do surprisingly well once they start studying, but she seemed to have a hard time starting out.
It doesn’t fit well with the neat image of a junior, but maybe she has a slightly distracted personality.
Since then, in my mind,
It reminded me of a junior who was fidgeting with other thoughts and lost time, sitting in front of a desk all night and not studying at all.
I felt that this style requires someone to watch over me so that I can focus only on my studies without thinking about anything else.
I’m sure my juniors know it too.
The saying that I can concentrate better because I am is probably from that meaning.
Anyway, it’s already been about two hours since I started studying,
Since it’s only the first day since I said I’d give you tutoring,
I said so.
“Shall we rest for today?”
“Yes.”
We were sitting facing each other with a desk that had been dropped from the wall.
Even if my junior pretended not to be like that, he must have had a hard time studying. He sighed and broke his upper body on the desk.
I looked down at the back of my junior’s head, who boasted gorgeous blonde hair, and pondered for a while.
I touched my hair softly.
“It’s nice.”
“… Senior?”
“You study well. You worked hard today, so I praise you.”
“…”
“Next time, noona, noona, let’s study together… ?”
“…”
“Because I will be by your side cheering you on. Fighting, fighting, doing…”
I was aware that I had said something embarrassing, but
I was actually giggling on the inside.
You’re kind, you’re good, cheer up, fighting.
It was to develop the pride of juniors and at the same time establish a justification for continuing tutoring.
It seems that juniors don’t like to study, but it won’t be easy to refuse after hearing these words.
It feels good to be able to force my juniors to do something they don’t like,
There will be no reason for juniors to get tired, so I was happy to be able to eat the same breakfast as before without an accident like today.
Killing two birds with one stone must have meant this.
But the juniors are also
He was a formidable guy.
Quietly, the junior who only thought he was being bullied suddenly stood up at some point,
As if I had figured out all of my stupid tricks,
Again, with that expression, when I said dirty things, when I first called her master, or when I first saw her wearing a maid uniform, she stared at me with the same expression.
With a very angry face,
“Driving me crazy.”
A self-talk that echoes one tone lower than usual.
I was momentarily scared and hid. I even hiccupped it.
Why, why are you so angry?
Maybe it was because my inner feelings were instantly visible… ? I wanted to
Anyway, I couldn’t do that.
I thought, maybe it was something I really hated when my hands touched my body.
I don’t know, but first of all, the junior was a child of a very precious family.
On the other hand, I was an insignificant commoner.
In an academy that accepts anyone as long as they can prove their academic achievement at a certain age,
I was the one who had been watching in real time the historical conflict between commoners and aristocrats.
Some nobles, in particular, tended to be very sensitive to physical contact.
Where does the lowly thing touch my body? While doing
Wouldn’t the juniors be like that too?
However, since I am a maid, and I have to be considerate of you, I wonder if I am not able to express my anger directly?
Yeah, you don’t like being touched by me.
But what about I’ll do anything you don’t like.
I laughed like a goblin and harassed my juniors.
If you touch the tip of your finger or tap it, and your junior looks at you with a surprised face, er, mistake, mistake. Respond with a smiley face.
Taking advantage of putting away the textbooks, he swept the back of his hand, and like he did at the beginning, he stroked his head saying, “Cheer up, cheer up,” As if trying to appeal that it was only a matter of praise.
With both of them standing up, due to the height difference, I stood on tiptoe and put my weight on it as if I was hugging it, and I barely managed to stroke my hair.
As if it was obvious that he was angry, he even heard a growling sound from scratching the inside of his neck,
I tilted my head with an innocent expression of “I don’t know anything”, And pretended not to know anything and wiggled my hand or forearm.
In the end, my juniors made an expression that they were going crazy because of me.
Ehehe.
