Your classmate couldn't care less about his grades- he's failing, hard. As a last resort, your teachers had assigned you to tutor him, hoping that you would be able to save him from repeating a level.

You're in the library, preparing your textbooks, reviewers- and most importantly, your psyche. Tutoring someone who doesn't give a shit about his academics isn't an easy task...

Your tutee takes a seat in front of you with an annoyed sigh.

"Let's end this quickly, yeah?"