Chapter 7 – First Lesson (3)
Maybe it’s because I drank yesterday, so I feel like I’ve had a good night’s sleep in a long time.
For the past two weeks, you could say that my life has become complicated.
Can you say that you are in charge of someone’s life?
Perhaps there is no legal responsibility, but it can be said that it is morally responsible.
It’s not like the student who taught didn’t do anything wrong legally if his grades didn’t go up.
If you don’t find a method that suits you well, it may be a moral mistake.
Why are you saying this? In fact, it’s because I’m less awake now.
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After a brief bout of hangover and sleep debacle, I think about what I am going to do today.
Preparing for tomorrow’s class, revising the thesis being prepared, buying groceries for the time being
And I should go talk to the professor who arranged the tutoring.
I woke up early today, so I went to school to send a telegram. The reason is the request for an interview.
I’m a very busy person, so I didn’t want to go unannounced and blow it up for hours.
I sent a telegram once.
After that, I wondered if I had sat there blankly for about 30 minutes. Maybe there was nothing to do on the other side.
Since lunchtime was free, it was such a telegram that we would like to have a meal in a while.
I wonder if it’s the first time since the first time I went under Professor Rosalyn.
The place was a surprisingly luxurious restaurant.
Dressed appropriately, I went to the restaurant and asked whose name I had made a reservation under.
When I said that there was probably a reservation under the name of Professor Rosalyn, the waitress guided me inside.
A familiar naked woman was waiting in advance.
“Professor.”
“I’m here?”
It is said that they have already ordered two of the same thing. From this point of view, there is a clear
“What were you thinking right now?”
Did you develop a new mind-reading magic without knowing it?
“Are you finally going to do it?”
“Yes.”
“How was it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Since I’ve been tutoring, I wonder if it’s worth doing or if people are okay with things like that.”
Is it right to talk about what happened on the first day? Anyway, it’s a person’s private life, so it’s a little hard to say
I just decided to focus on the conversation I had with the wife of the head of household.
“Nothing to say, I did that three times a week, with an optional one on the weekend every other week.”
“Are you good enough to teach?”
“I think it will have to be piled up from the bottom, so it seems like there will be a lot of it, but I don’t know how it will turn out.”
The professor shook his head, as if he didn’t want that kind of answer.
“There is a saying that doing well and teaching well are two different things, but I believe you will do well because you will do well.”
“But after all, tutoring is also the formation of relationships between people? Of course, academics are the first factor.”
“Of course, I’m not in a position to choose, but there is a law that is somewhat appropriate.”
If you think about it that way, in fact, the tutoring you are doing now may be twisted somewhere.
It was as if the professor wanted me to tell him what he hadn’t told me.
“The first time I visited, he told me about himself. Later, when I talked to the wife of the head of the household, he said he hadn’t told anyone.”
“I can talk about myself, but I told you something I didn’t tell anyone?”
I didn’t want to talk about the details.
“I don’t know why either.”
“And did you say anything else?”
“He just asked me questions.”
A knock was heard and the waiter brought the meal.
“Have a nice meal.”
Steak Meal. It was a dish that anyone could eat unless they had a really unusual diet.
A conversationless meal ensued for a while, and conversation resumed when they had eaten most of each other.
“I thought about it while eating. I’m not sure, but this type of person is often obsessed with something.”
“You mean obsession?”
“I don’t know the details of the situation behind it, so I can’t say it unconditionally. I heard that I told you that I hadn’t told anyone before seeing you for the first time.”
“Yes, well, I thought I could say something, but I didn’t understand.”
“Though such people often have their own standards, in my opinion, there are cases where actions or words such as “Why is this?” Are like a starter.”
“You don’t know? Maybe you’ve already been targeted?”
“Don’t say anything scary.”
“It’s not too soon that you become a teacher and you become a sweetheart.”
Is it an experience? The confidence that only those who have experienced or seen it in front of their eyes can be seen in the professor.
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“I really enjoyed the meal.”
There was a lot to talk about thesis or other things, but the other person was a person with a tight time.
The conversation ended here.
“Go in carefully.”
“Then see you later.”
After the professor left, I felt like I was going to fall asleep after going home like this when I was dazed for a while from the drowsy satiety.
I decided to walk for a while at a nearby park.
It’s not very big, but it’s a pretty park with a small lake and a clock tower.
It was a park that was often decided as a meeting place for people.
I was sitting on a nearby bench and basking in the sunlight when I heard a voice calling for someone next to me.
“Teacher?”
There must have been only one person at this point who called me teacher, but that voice
I shouldn’t have heard it now. The owner of that voice had to be at the academy now, and the academy was over.
Because time is still far away.
“Miss Fellowes.”
A silver-haired girl with adamantine-colored hair, not silver, stood in front of me.
“What are you doing here at this hour?”
“I was on vacation today.”
“Ah.”
If anyone saw my expression, I was making a really stupid face.
Silence for a while. Actually, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, so what should I say because it’s a very public relationship?
The moment I wanted to, the other side broke the silence.
“What are you doing here, sir?”
“I came here to eat and digest for a while because I had something to eat nearby.”
“Can I ask who you ate with?”
“I had dinner with my professor.”
A formal conversation ensued, and she made a suggestion.
“Would you like a little walk?
Hearing that, why did the professor’s words from earlier come to mind?
She had no reason to say no, so she replied that she would.
During a brief walk along her lake she spoke again.
“Walking here makes me feel at ease.”
“Even if something bad happened, it should be said that it feels like forgetting everything for a while.”
Speaking of bad things, it’s probably the story you told me on the first day.
It was really ambiguous to answer, so all I could do was express agreement that it was just like that.
“Doesn’t the teacher want to talk to me?”
“Is it because she’s a strange and unpleasant woman who talks like that to someone she’s never seen before?”
The emotional scale was about to tip.
“That’s not true. I’ve had a lot of things to think about these days, so I’ve been thinking about something else for a while.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I have college work, but I have class tomorrow, so I was thinking for a while about what to prepare for.”
“I’m sorry if you felt I was being ignored.”
It was almost an excuse, but her expression wasn’t bad. Rather, it would be more correct to say that she has become brighter.
“Seria. Please call me Seria.”
“Every time, just call me Miss Fellowes, and call me comfortably.”
“I think calling comfortably will help me teach more.”
It was not wrong. Just why did the word line come to mind now?
“Okay. Pe… Miss Seria.”
She talked a little more like that and then she decided to part ways.
“Go in carefully, sir.”
“See you tomorrow, Miss Seria.”
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The park after 10 minutes after Vice left
Seria has not left the park yet.
Seeing the teacher in the park was really 100% pure coincidence.
Is that why? Sarah’s expression was a very happy one.
Before she went home from vacation, she was thinking of stopping by the park for a while, but luck came to her unexpectedly.
‘The teacher seems to like this park too.’
Vice, he must have come to a nearby park without much thought. For Seria, who has a flower garden in her head,
She was not very accepted.
In fact, until a few days ago, Seria couldn’t decide her own feelings. On the first day she didn’t even say that
It was the result of a momentary emotion.
But today, in less than an hour, she was able to establish her own feelings.
She enjoys talking to him.
So, when she came to eat with someone, she was jealous of the other person. Free to hold her promise
How much fun it would be just to imagine being able to talk.
He was thinking about something, and I don’t know why, but I felt bad. I’m happy just talking right now
Is he not like that?
She wanted to know what she was thinking though, for Seria, who hadn’t yet been so tainted by her own soggy feelings.
She said so she decided to use some harsh words.
When she heard him think of tomorrow’s class, the lingering emotions were swept away in a wave of joy.
“You were thinking of me.”
Vice, tutoring and her would have been separate, but emotions such as joy, happiness, and joy were randomly mixed.
Seria had nothing to do with the situation.
With her earthly happy feelings, she too began to head for her home.
‘See you tomorrow, sir.’
