The Tutorial Is Too Hard Novels & Stories

I began, my voice trailing off as I tried to find the right words without sounding rude. Tutor Dew tilted his head slightly, still smiling. “What’s wrong? Is it hard?” I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth. He chuckled softly. “That’s fine. We’ll go at your pace. The idea is to start simple and make sure you’re comfortable with the basics before moving on.” Comfortable? Ha! Comfortable was the last thing I felt. I wanted to scream. Start simple? This was an insult to my intelligence. I could do college-level calculus in my past life, and here I was staring at questions meant for six-year-olds.

He shrugged nonchalantly before his lips quirked up into a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary egotistical statement. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling when he winked at me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later on that day, I searched for some tango videos for beginners on the web when I was done with my home works. I found several but they all seemed confusingly difficult. I tried practicing while following along the steps the woman demonstrated in the video but it was hard to get the steps. “Looks like you’re having a fun time practicing.” Ryder observed.

Not forcing. Understanding. “Follow that,” I said. The space shifted. Not creating. Adjusting. My next step held. More stable. Not because I made it. Because I matched it. My chest eased slightly. “That’s it.” “This space requires alignment,” it said. “Yes.” “Not imposition.” “Exactly.” The connection between us strengthened. Not fully. But enough. Enough to hold. Enough to move. I took another step. Then another. Each one easier than the last. Not because I controlled it.

"Let me help." Angelina perked up immediately. I, on the other hand, blinked and glanced at the nearly finished project. "We’re almost done..." "I can finish it," Dahlia insisted, already walking around the table and picking up one of the foam rings. "Just show me where everything goes." I opened my mouth to protest, but she was already gluing. Wrong. "Actually," I said as gently as I could, "if you look at the screen..." I pointed to the paused tutorial video on the TV, "...that part needs to be layered underneath, not on top."

Sean glanced at her in surprise and she looked away shyly, “I’m impressed but what could be the problem before? Is it that you don’t love my teaching?” “What?” Athena asked perplexed. “I mean I have been teaching you for five days now but you find it hard to master and today I had to rush to the company and told you to rest, you mastered it.” Athena laughed, “well, I told myself I had to do it to surprise you when you get back and TB thought it was a good idea.”

This is not how you are supposed to do it. " Aaron said nth time that day. It was their first day of tutoring and Irish is still doesn't understand the simplest concept. You can say that she is dumb or maybe her attention is more on the Alpha's veiny hands. No matter how much she tries, the veins poking on the Alpha's hand are just calling for attention. After somewhat 1 hour, the omega finally got the concept and Aaron sighed in relief. Tutoring the younger is harder than he thought. Irish rarely pays any attention to what he is saying and when Aaron used a little harsher tone, she pouted.

I nodded and lifted the mug and take a sip of it. "Should we...start the tutorial now?" I asked and tried to looked at him. But I regret it because his dark gray eyes are in full attention of me. With his dark gray eyes I can feel my knees wobbling. In his dark gray eyes I can feel my mind in turmoil. "Okay then," he said and took the papers beside him that will be use to teach me. "I noticed that you are not that familiar with the vocabulary words so I prepare a list that you have to memorize in order to remember them," he explained and open a folder that contains a lot of complicated words. I shrugged. Darn! My brain might explode because of this!

he says. “Okay…” I open my notebook as he begins explaining, pulling up exercises to work on. It seems easy to grasp at first, but it gets harder as he moves forward. “Did you understand the last exercise?” he asks. I shake my head honestly. It’s harder than he made it sound. “Okay. You got it up till here. Always remember to cross-multiply after this point.” “Ohh.” I keep working through the problem, but it’s still confusing. I drop my pen with a sigh. “I just don’t get it—cross multiply—whatever. I need a drink.” I shut my notebook.

"No pressure at all. Just a bomb in the middle of my living room." I dropped to my knees on the hard floor. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the thin wires. My vision kept going blurry, and I had to stop and blink hard multiple times just to see what I was doing. "LUS, I need help," I said, my voice small. "Guide my hands. Tell me exactly where to put them." [Connect the blue wire on the left side to the positive terminal of the first cell. Do it very slowly, Host Eva. Do not let the exposed metal touch the outer casing.]

He doesn’t care for me, as much as he cares for his so-called principles. “Fifteen. Let’s get you to seventeen” Thane says, almost forcing a tear down my cheek. “I’m drained out already” I actually whine, regretting why I didn’t when he brought up this idea at first. “Just get a twenty up, and you’re done” he tries to understand since this session, but it doesn’t really last. “For the day ?“ I ask with lifted eyes of hope, but he crashes it all down, going silent, until I crash the twentieth push.