Novel & Cerita The Tutorial Is Too Tough

Irene sat on a stool and watched them, determined not to say anything but just laugh to her heart content at their humor. “Of course, tutorials are always easy until you have to do the real thing,” Aliyah said, taking the bowl of eggs mixed with the shells away and dumping in the sink. She fetched another bowl and went back to the island. “You can easily crack open the shell and yank it in halves to get out the egg. It’s not that hard,” as she said, she demonstrated and Edward frowned, seeing that she had done it as easily as the woman in the video. “Don’t blame me,” he said.

"Go to work so don't just play games, you too Kelly do what your brother told you to do online selling." "Yes I will!" "I'm going to cut wood aunty." I looked at Stephen. Chop wood? Will he be fired? Pfft...crazy. "You? Do you know?" He was obviously doubtful. "Ah, yes, I know." "Maybe there's a tutorial on YouTube on how to chop wood..." listen to his weak promise to himself. I just covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing. tutorial? On YouTube? even if that's all, do you really need a tutorial and is there a video like that on YouTube?

> "It's a little funny. Now pay attention. This is complicated and I don't have energy to repeat it." _*]:min-w-0">

"The car step is high. I don't know how to get up into this thing without squashing my belly." "You should put your foot there," he pointed to a narrow step on the side of the door, "and push yourself up holding on here." Tábata did as instructed, clumsy with the volume she was protecting. Guilherme walked around and got in without the slightest difficulty, putting on his seatbelt and asking her to do the same before he started the car. As soon as she adjusted her belt, he fiddled with the GPS and soon the mechanical voice was instructing the way to his house.

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“We’re fixing that tonight.” Ten minutes later, we were cross-legged on the floor, facing the ring light. His massive makeup kit spread between us. There were foundations, giant palettes, and liners in rows—half of it I didn’t even recognize. Meanwhile, Hugo moved like he was born for this. “Okay, tutorial mode. Tonight we’re going soft glam. Let’s get that main character vibes, but still looks effortless.” He did one side of my face while I copied him on the other. He called out steps like a YouTuber, slipping in tips between gossip and one-liners.

Too loud. She tried pressing her ears on the door but she could only hear muffled conversations. She couldn’t make out the words. Resigned, she went to eat what she could stomach. The coffee is not sweetened. The bread is kind of hard to swallow. Eventually, she dunked it in the coffee and allowed it to soften a bit before she put it in her mouth. What is she supposed to do now? Who are they after? Her dad? Her family? Or Christan?

The website also hosted recorded sessions, each about forty minutes long. Chloe started from the absolute basics: Introductory Level 1. The videos were far more interesting than the textbooks, and the teacher's explanations were clear and simple. Chloe managed to stay focused through the entire first lesson and moved straight into the second. Then, Chloe discovered... she had been far too naive. Starting from the second lesson, the difficulty spiked. She listened but couldn't understand a word, and the teacher had even assigned homework. To make matters worse, the assignments seemed completely unrelated to the content covered in the video. She stared at the screen, utterly lost.

He looked at me and frowned lightly, reaching up to try and wipe my tears away. "How many times have I told you? You don't have to cry. You can just tell me if something's wrong, or if anyone did something terrible to you. I can solve everything for you, whether it's about money, power, or anything else. There's nothing I can't do in Duke City." I hugged my bag tighter and shook my head. "Nothing. It's just about my thesis." The look in Vernon's eyes turned deep, his gaze so sharp as if he could see right through me. I forced myself to calm down, not daring to show him even a hint of the uneasiness I was feeling inside.

Looks like I should get used to them especially if I can pass the last phase. That I'm not sure yet.