I was sitting on the couch, with my teacher in front of me. I snorted as I opened the notebook to her subject... Literature.

I've always been very good at exact subjects. Do you have an account? Give it to me, I'll do it in a second. But... Write a text? It's definitely not for me.

I heard many students murmuring about the Literature teacher throughout the semester. She is younger than the others, considering they are grumpy old men. Yes, we can't deny that she is very beautiful.

I snapped out of my thoughts when she snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. Did I forget to mention that I almost failed because of this subject?

"Sorry. Continue."

I murmured, turning my attention to her. She invited me to her house to give me private lessons. How can someone so beautiful teach such a ridiculous subject?