Novel & Cerita The Tutorial Is Too Tough

Urgh, Someone please suggest me how I could figure things out right now. *****

An Zihao wished his bro before shifting his concentration on his game. Lu Sheng took out his laptop and started to look at the tutorial videos he had downloaded the previous night. At first he found it complicated; the notes, the chords and the musical terms were new to him but he had to do it to impress her; as long as she would be happy he wouldn't hesitate to do it.

AUTHOR'S POV. Michelle had watched eleven tutorials. Eleven long boring tutorials. She followed everything in the tutorial, but the whole thing kept collapsing every time she touched it. Sometimes the wind did the job for her. “Okay,” she muttered to herself, gathering the poles off the ground for the fourth time. “Okay. Poles first. I know this.” The tent disagreed. It folded in on itself like it was personally offended by her existence and landed flat on the ground again. Michelle stood over it, hands on her hips, breathing through her nose.

End of book 1 Book 2: The Tutor 2

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!

Except for Sky, who took the hard shell of taking the scholarship that only 5% at the maximum can the school granted. Slamming the table with her hand, Andrea leans in front of her cousin as she nags, “With everything of this Sky.” She started having the drama she often teases him, with Bea pretending to not notice anything. “Just why do you have to take the scholarship grant, though you have it with flying colors and even our year’s top student. Still,” she insists with the question of why? “Dad can always back you up. You don’t have to go through this, you even started your tutorial,” adamant as she grabs his cousin's planner reading the schedule he plans for the entire semester as half of

He nodded like he was filing that away in some mental journal. “Okay,” he said. “What about textures? Soft, firm, warm, cool?” “Warm. Soft,” I whispered. Kai smiled, but it wasn’t smug. It was fond. “You like gentle.” “I think so,” I said. He leaned in slightly, not touching, not even brushing but his proximity was enough to make my lungs forget how to work. “You’re already learning,” he said quietly. “Just by listening to your body. That’s the first step.”

"If I tell you to get naked for me, would you?" "I would not." "Okay," he laughs. "That one was harsh. What about just the shorts." "Are you mad?" "Alright. If you cannot get naked then how do we learn? Want me to get a girl over and let her show you how it's done? The masturbating part, actually." "No," "Then slide your hands into your shorts and touch yourself, sunshine. Now, this is different. There's no getting naked. Just rub, stroke... My hands move with their own accord. Jason's eyes never leave mine as my fingers brush with the sensitive nub. My hands meet with sticky wetness and I gasp.

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.