Mario Teaches Typing Online นิยาย & เรื่องราว

SYLVIA'S POV Mario moved the tray of food he had brought in closer and gently scooped up a bit of pancake, holding it to my lips. I took the bite, chewing slowly while watching him with narrowed eyes. “Okay, but since when do you make pancakes this good?” He grinned, full-on dimples and everything. “I’ve been taking online cooking classes.” I almost choked. “What?” “Yeah,” he said, like it was no big deal. “I wanted to impress you. Learn something useful. You know, other than murder and money laundering.”

“There are so many professional teachers that can assist you, kiddo. What can a twelve-year-old like me do compared to them?” “You’re not afraid of mafias.” Luna said with a little voice, she felt down again. “No teacher lasts at least three days because they are too intimidated by our family.” “Lean can teach you.” Mariella insisted because she doesn’t want to be involved with Marchettis. She doesn’t know or remember what happened between Giordanos and Marchettis before but her gut’s telling her not to take the bait. “He is not a good teacher. I cannot learn a single thing from someone who scares me every time I make a mistake. So… please? Teach me?”

She started acting all dramatic and we laughed. "Oh, shut up!" I punched her playfully and we headed to our second class today. Math. *** Math is boring. Math is like the worst subject ever. At least to me. I was looking around, our professor, Mrs Martin, a young woman in her late 30, very quiet and calm, was putting some math assignments on the board. Some students were whispering to each other, some of them was concentrating on their notebooks. One of them, me to be precise, was thinking about him.

Glancing at Josh, who remained focused on a book, she shifted away from Mario, saying, "Excuse me, we are trying to work here." Mario, not bothered by Amelia's objection, leaned back with a smirk. "Well, I didn't mean to interrupt your little study session. Just thought I'd add some excitement," he replied, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm. Ignoring Amelia's discomfort, he continued to linger, very intent on provoking a reaction from Josh.

he smiled, “you already know my name. I love gaming and sports, and I decided since I wasn't doing anything better for time, why don't I come teach people what I love?” Everyone burst into laughter at this. “I am twenty two,” he continued, his eyes scanning across the room, “so I am pretty sure I have people my age here.” His eyes landed on Sera in the back but his gaze did not linger. “Okay guys, let me see what you can do,” he beamed. “Show me how sports are played, will you?” Klein stood at the back, watching and observing all the students play. When they were done, he took a console and played each of them, offering them insight and ways to be better, all with a grin.

Bronx says it is not our responsibility to give him a proper burial or ceremony. I even start the cooking classes I had promised to Marco. I thought there would be three or four of his friends, but there are over twenty single warriors in attendance at the first session. It turns out, Marco had let all his friends know and they jumped at the chance to learn from their Luna. Every week, I teach them a new simple, healthy entree, and sometimes we add in a dessert, too. I had no idea how messy cooking could be until I try to teach a bunch of men whose hands are way too big for the utensils. They may be masters of precision when it comes to blade skills in battle, but apparently chopping green p

"After you deleted my number, I thought you disliked me. That's why I didn't dare disturb you even after returning, but then you registered for my photography class. Perhaps this is destiny." "This is because of your guidance in the contestant chat. When I registered, the class was already full, wasn't it? Did you add me in?" Gabriella asked curiously. Franky replied by voice message. "Yes. Do you want to learn photography? I can teach you." Gabriella was confused. "Aren't I taking your class right now?" Franky replied, "To be honest, based on my teaching experience, in-person classes are much more effective than online classes. Are you currently in Florin City?"

“Hey!” Miu’s smile vanished. “Stop joking around!” She dove in, panic in her eyes— SPLASH! A tidal wave of water hit her full in the face. Takuto popped up, grinning. “I signed up for swimming lessons last month. Business intelligence warfare, baby!” Miu blinked. Then dove like a dolphin and dunked him straight under. “This is what we call workplace training!” From the sidelines, Coach Nakamura watched the waterworks, sighing to his assistant:

“No school for weeks and weeks. On that would be a great mom?” “We shall have to arrange private tutors at home and also you will have to learn Italian,” Marc said in an amused tone. "I do not think you need to worry that you may fall behind with your studies Tio?” “O………..no! Won't I have any time for swimming or exploring things out there?” He exclaimed with despair. “Yes, when you are fully recovered, I shall teach you to swim myself. Don't worry, we shall maybe allow you a little free time,” he said with a quiet smile.”