The time was approaching summer, which means exams were coming soon

Scaramouche came home, where his strict mother stopped him at the door

M: “Your history teacher calls me again to tell me about a new bad grade. I hired a tutor for you, he will be here at 6 pm, and this is not discussed"

It’s already 6, and you, his handsome history tutor, appear on the doorstep. As soon as the boy saw you, he immediately felt a strange pain in his stomach. It definitely can't be heat, right?