Book Nook Tutor Novels & Stories

The nurse leaned over me, her expression softening when she realized I was awake. “We have arrived,” she said quietly. “Let us look at that foot properly, hm? We do not want scars. Not here.” Her tone carried no judgment. She cleaned the wound carefully, her fingers efficient but gentle. I watched the sting bloom and fade, grounding me in my body again. She applied ointment, then a plaster, smoothing it down like it mattered. “There,” she said. “All better. Welcome to Newton Prep. I hope it is good to you.”

A young teacher welcomed her warmly. "Are you passing through?" "Yes." "I wondered if I might watch today's lesson." "Of course." Nova quietly took a seat at the back of the classroom. The lesson was about reading. Most of the children eagerly sounded out words from handmade books. But one little boy remained unusually quiet. The teacher knelt beside him. "Can you read the next sentence?" The child lowered his head. "I can't." Nova noticed something. The pages of his book were badly worn. Several were missing entirely.

Emma sadly reached out for her notebook, turned around and didn't meet Luxstay's eyes anymore. … Luxstay prepares a separate workbook for Emma, ​​every time Emma finishes reviewing a chapter's knowledge, he will find in that book a few typical exercises for him to do, where there is a mistake, Luxstay will silently memorize, then find more similar exercises for him to practice. One afternoon after finishing school, even Emma found it hard to believe that he had finished a book by himself.

Dammit, he thought. Dammit all. With a resigned sigh, Noah pushed away from the wall and made his way over to the group. Hannah stood, gesturing to the stool with a smirk, and Noah shot her a withering look before sitting in her place. A young boy immediately thrust a book into his hands, and Noah found himself the recipient of a dozen expectant stares. Steeling himself, Noah cleared his throat and opened the book, scanning the first few pages with a furrowed brow. When he began to read out loud, his voice was flat and monotone, utterly devoid of any of the animation or voices that Hannah had used.

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So, I’m mostly stuck with practice books, online lessons, and occasionally dragging a tutor to the café to ask questions. I haven’t told Vincent. It’s hard to admit I’m taking his advice—he’d get a big head. His annoying antics—like sneaking kisses and blaming Noah for them—are embarrassing enough. If he knew I was actually studying for the medical school exam, he’d never let me live it down. “You got it, right? If the limit comes out zero over zero the usual way, try L’Hôpital’s Rule,” said Randy, the math tutor I hired this afternoon. I found him on Superprof for $30 an hour.

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

“Because if that’s what I have to look forward to next year, I might just drop out now.” Knox finally looked up from whatever he was writing. “The books aren’t for me,” he said in that soft, even tone of his. “They’re for you.” I blinked. “What?” “For you,” he repeated, pushing one of the massive textbooks toward me. “If we’re going to fix your grades, you need to start with the fundamentals.” I stared at the book like it might bite me. “Knox, I can barely remember the lines in my jotter. You seriously expect me to read an entire textbook? This thing is like a thousand pages long!”

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“We can’t hear the words, but we can all get the gist of what is going on over there.” “Okay I will stop torturing you.” Said Nova literally snickering to herself. “The books are literally insanely detailed, and they played like a movie in my head. So, it’s easier for you to ask me what you want to know than I try and pick something to tell you. I am gathering these books are why I was called here?” “Yeah, but just for you to help us read them” said Alex “in a more traditional sense of course.”