‘I finished marking the homework on your desk.’
Harry said this sentence all too naturally. So naturally, Louis almost thought he was saying “I just helped you take out the trash”.
Louis straight up wanted to call the police.
But what would he say after calling them?
The first sentence, full of severity and justice; A perverted professor harbouring bad intentions stalked me to my front door.
The second sentence was filled with indignation and outrage; Then, he used an invalid excuse to enter my private quarters.
The third sentence, a claim as solid as the mountains and rivers; Finally, when I was completely unprepared, he despicably–
In the fourth sentence, all his strength withered; Marked my homework?
There was no way he could make this report.
“Why did you do it without asking for my permi…” Louis wanted to question him, but as soon as he looked at Harry’s face he felt weak. Not only did he feel weak, but he also panicked. And not only did he panic, but his legs also turned jelly. All three of his legs turned jelly. “… I did do my homework, but I haven’t checked through it yet… Isn’t the deadline next Monday… Couldn’t you have waited to mark it until after I’ve submitted it… And doesn’t the teacher’s assistant do the marking of homework…”
Harry said: “I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I marked it. Homework doesn’t count towards your overall grade. What are you nervous about?”
He couldn’t stand it???
Then how fucking wrong were his answers?
Louis mumbled, guiltily, “Someone didn’t let me qualify for the final exam, so why would I still care about the overall grade? I can’t get grade points no matter how well I do my homework.”
Harry said, “What are you nervous about then?”
“I …” Louis choked a little on his words, then gave Harry another glance. “I was just scared… scared that after seeing my homework, you’d think that I’m especially dumb, and that I’m not good at studying, and that I’m hopeless…” His voice got softer and softer, “… I wanted to leave a good impression on you.”
Harry listened to him, then asked in an inquiring tone, “So, before I saw your homework, what good impressions do you think you left me with?”
Louis sank into a train of thoughts…
Not attending the first lesson.
Calling him ‘stupid-ass’ behind his back.
Giving him a fake medical certificate.
Not being able to answer the questions he asked.
Playing “Pony” in the car.
Looking at people’s birds in the toilet and expressing his dissatisfaction.
Throwing tantrums.
Fine.
F I N E.
Harry said, “Let’s go in and look at the questions you got wrong.”
“Oh…” Louis was dejected.
Before walking to the desk, Louis had already imagined the sight of red crosses all over the A4 paper, but when he saw the assignment, he realized that that was not the case. Harry did not touch his homework, but just wrote his mistakes and corrected them on a blank piece of A4 paper. The words looked exactly like those on the board in class.
The entire page was filled.
Louis sat in front of the desk, holding that piece of paper. He didn’t quite dare to look back at Harry, who was standing behind him. “There’s so many things I have to correct… a full page…”
HARRY reminded him, “There’s the back.”
The back???
There’s more on the back???
Louis Shuang turned over the A4 paper in despair—
Once again, the entire page was filled.
Harry said, “Take a look at it. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask.”
Louis raised his hand and said, “Professor, I just have one question right now.”
“What’s your question?” Harry said.
Louis turned around, hugged the back of the chair, and looked up at Harry with dissatisfaction, “I really don’t understand, why did our date become a question and answer session?”
Harry looked down at Louis, mouth curving up. “Then, what do you want to do?”
“I want… I want…” Louis looked around for a long time, then finally met Harry’s eyes, which were behind his glasses.
“… I want to study. Really, Professor, I want to study.” Louis said lifelessly.
It wasn’t that hard to study.
Firstly, he had to calm down and forget about the professor standing behind him.
Secondly…
Fuck, how could he forget that Harry was just standing behind and staring at him!
He had to check for spelling mistakes after writing every single word, and when writing a full sentence he had to re-read it three times for fear of making grammatical mistakes, not to mention occupational dialect…
Louis couldn’t take it any longer, and turned around, “Could you not stare at me—”
Huh?
Harry wasn’t behind him?
Harry was reading on the sofa seven meters away?
MeeLouis Harry’s raised eyes, Louis said embarrassedly, “Oh you’re reading… What are you reading…”
“The manga on the sofa,”Harry said.
Manga?
Harry glanced at the cover and said, “Attack on Titan.”
“Oh this, it also has an anime.” Louis leaped to the side of the sofa and said excitedly, “Why don’t we watch the anime together? I’ll watch the first three seasons with you, then we can catch up on the fourth season together. How about it? “
Harry looked up, “Done studying?”
Louis froze and said, “… Not yet.”
Harry lowered his head and continued to read the manga.
Louis went back to the desk with low spirits, and discontentedly continued to study.
Damn it, making me study while he reads manga on his own!
A role model?
He wasn’t one bit of a role model!
After studying for an hour, Louis secretly turned and took a look—
Harry was still reading manga.
Louis couldn’t help but ask, “You don’t have to go to work on Monday afternoons?”
Harry said without looking up, “I don’t.”
Louis said softly, “You’re not working and yet you make me study…”
Harry said, “Mm, I lack morals, I got it.”
Louis didn’t dare speak anymore, and shrunk back to study conscientiously.
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