Mario Teaches Typing Online Novels & Stories

Rainy professes. "It was a most epic battle," Rosie agrees. "I can tell," Micah nods. "Do you girls like martial arts." Their little heads nod in unison. "Would you like to learn karate?" only Micah says it in the Japanese manner, where it sounds like "cara-tey" instead of the American pronunciation of "ker-rotty." The nod again, smiling. "I can teach you if you'd like. I have a black belt." "Really," they say in unison, looking at one another, their eyes big like saucers.

They cheered up and followed him behind, clutching to his hands. Uncle James is the school ICT teacher, a genius when it comes to working with a computer. He is mostly friend's with Mariyah because he enjoys her company the most. She's fun and smart to be with. He is the one who taught Mariyah how to do most hacking with a computer. He also teaches her sisters, but gets to teach Mariyah more because she seems very keen to learn. "Uncle, do you know the CEO of Elegant designer company?" Naefah asked, taking a sit closer to him.

“Don’t worry about it. Why aren’t you in school?” Mia perched on the edge of my bed, swinging her legs. “I had a tutoring session with this junior kid. He’s really behind in math and English. I’ve been helping him after school. He pays me a little cash for it.”I blinked, fully awake now. “You’ve been what?” “Tutoring,” she said like it was the most normal thing in the world. “It’s easy money. He struggles a lot, and I’m good at explaining stuff. Been doing it for a couple weeks.”

I was hoping to see Mario tonight but Careh has informed that he's still not back from the mainland. My entire body is exhausted the next day when I wake up. I spoke with Careh, telling me that it was time for another training session, and I groaned at the prospect of yet another grueling workout. She handed me a translucent box containing a laptop and a smartphone, all in rose gold color, when I opened my door. It's a perfect fit for the rest of the room's theme. I opened it, and an email popped on the screen. "As promised, you can have your online class starting next week. Don't do anything stupid, for this is being monitored." I was beyond happy to have a complete new set of gadgets but a

Ryan felt like slapping her wide mouth, how can a girl who acts so childish talk like this. Damn it, it seems like his work here would be a lot difficult than he thought. Ann Maria's P.O.V I didn't like the way he was looking at me. It seemed like he was going to strangle me to death if I said another word. No doubt, my Korean tutor was very handsome and he didn't look Korea at all. I faced the set of Korean textbooks he lined in front of me. I was too lazy to even open a textbook. I looked at the smiley lady on the front page of the textbook, she looked very pretty like my best friend, Monia.

"How about you? You never told us what you do for work." Mario could feel himself blushing red. He tensed up and the hairs on his neck stood up. Shaking as he raised his bottle to drink, he swallowed nervously. "Well, when I was in Florida, I studied um," He choked, "On economics." He said, trying hard to piece words together. "Yeah, economics. And uh, now I'm uh, a marketer." He replied. "Yep, marketing." Mark raised his eyebrow at his little brother. "Marketing?"

I added a laughing emoji. Mr Zeke stood in front of the class, waiting for everyone to sit down before he began to talk, “I'm sure you all have seen the results and know who has passed" he looked to each of us. None of us said a word, staring at him and he continued. “The winners of the competition and test are our star students, Damon and Mariam. Both of them will now graduate a month earlier than the rest of you and will have the choice to choose whom they want as a mentor"

He leaves the class with as much haste as he came with. I don't understand what has happened, or why the teacher spoke to him like that. It's as if Bernice could read my mind, because she leans forward and explains. “Mister Hong has been Marlon's private tutor since he was a kid. He gets really angry if Marlon is not the absolute best. Don't worry, Marlon's Dad approves of his methods.” I hurriedly stand up and turn to her. “I need to go to the bathroom, Bernice.”

Chief Gabe shall be online, hopefully. Pressing the pill between my index and thumb, I begin to tap them with the Morse code letters I've learned at the academy. It wasn't easy and definitely took time for typing each letter and giving spaces, but soon I receive a message back as I feel the letters vibrate discreetly upon the pad of my thumb.

I muttered and clicked the ‘send’ button on my screen. Mario stared at me, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I can’t wait to see the result,” Mario muttered as we got into the car and drove off.