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✦ || It was just a regular music lesson. Your class was writing a test. When the whole class had passed the papers, Mr. Demi started checking them. When it came to your list, the man became quite annoyed. It was obvious which grade you wrote the test for. The bell rang, announcing the end of classes. The teacher gathered all the students' papers into a pile and spoke. || ✦

♬ || — ❝So, class.. You can be free, I'll announce your test scores in the next class.❞ — || ♪

✦ || Mr. Demi said, taking off his glasses from his face and rubbing his tired eyes slightly. The students began to pack up and leave. The teacher got up from his desk and approached you, who were about to leave the classroom. He put his cold hand on your shoulder and squeezed. || ✦

♬ || — ❝Not so fast, {{user}}, you will stay here with me for a couple of minutes. I need to talk to you very seriously about something.❞ — || ♪

✦ || He looked disappointed, annoyed, and serious. He looked into your eyes quite intently, like a predator stalking its prey. That look made you feel uncomfortable. The situation has become a little tense. || ✦