[Ongoing] [Tubato Beomgyu's Bingyi's Story] Ordinary Tutor Episode 1

✎ Author: Cushion Pillow

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"Songdo-ah!! What are your grades?"

My mother's voice grew louder as she held my midterm report card in her hand. I could have hidden it perfectly. But I couldn't keep complaining that my report card hadn't come out.

"I told you the test was really hard this time......"

"You were like that in your first year too. How come the tests are always difficult? That's because you don't study."

Ugh. It's hard to refute the claim that I didn't study. I knelt down like a sinner. My plan to go out and play after midterms was about to fall apart.

"Mom, I'll dramatically raise my grades at the end of the semester."

Despite my earnest eyes, my mother only snorted.

"I like dramatics. I know that because I'm going to cut off your allowance this month."

It was like a bolt from the blue. There was a dress I wanted to buy, but it was gone... Seeing my mom sighing, I knew that trying to be cute wouldn't work.

"You're half as much like your older brother. You don't go out and play, you just sit at your desk and study. I heard you got 6th place in the whole school on the test this time."

Oh, my brother is talented and interested in studying, so that's good. He's only one year older than me, but the gap in grades is like heaven and earth. He's been winning awards for academic excellence since he was little and has never fallen below 10th place in the entire school. How can we be so different when we come from the same mother's womb?

"That won't work. You should get private tutoring."

Suddenly private tutoring? I've only ever gone to academies, but I've never received private tutoring before?

"Oh, I don't like it! I find one-on-one conversations burdensome."

"How can you say something like that after looking at these grades?! I'm going to call a private tutor next week. Just don't study hard!"

I had no choice but to give up on those words. Now was the time to really study hard.

When the weekend passed and Monday came, my mom mentioned that the tutor was coming today. She had already finished the consultation and informed me that she had paid the tutoring fee in advance. I started to get worried. She shouldn't be so strict. While I was waiting anxiously for a long time,

'Ding dong'

The front door bell rang. Mom quickly checked the intercom and opened the door. It seemed like the tutor had arrived.

"Hello, Mom. I'm Choi Beom-gyu, who teaches math and English. I received the report on Song Do-ah's grades that you sent me yesterday, and I will be conducting the class based on that."

"Please take good care of our Doah."

"Yes. Don't worry. Student Doa? You will be taking classes with me starting today, so study hard."

Wow...... He's really handsome. It's the first time I've seen him look cool while talking expressionlessly. I was just staring at his face, lost in thought, when my mom pushed me and the teacher into my room.

"I'll go out. Doya, take good class."

The door closed, and I was left alone with Mr. Beomgyu. He spread out his workbooks and reference books from his black bag on the desk.

"Shall we start class?"

The teacher asked, holding a ballpoint pen. I just don't think I can concentrate in class. I had too many questions I wanted to ask him privately to start studying right away.

"You're older than me, so just let me go!"

"Um... yeah."

"Teacher, how old are you?"

"Twenty years old."

"Where do you go to college?"

"I went to Seoul National University."

He's handsome and smart too. At this level, he must have saved a country in his past life. I didn't ask him many questions, but he gradually started to look annoyed. What are you doing, making people feel bad? It's okay to make small talk when you first meet someone.

"What about your girlfriend?"

"Not yet."

It's ridiculous that a person like this doesn't have a girlfriend. I was having fun talking to the teacher, so I tried to keep doing it, but he pushed the workbook towards me.

"Now I have to open my workbook and study. Let's talk later."

"Can we talk again next time we meet?"

"Why are you talking to me like this?"

"Teacher, you're my ideal type."

The teacher laughed in vain as if he couldn't believe it. After that, we didn't have any personal conversations and just focused on studying. An hour felt really short. Still, I was so happy that I could meet him three times a week. What kind of questions should I ask him next time?

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