My Girlfriend Is Very Good to Me - C.20: Encouraging My Girlfriend

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"It's over now. Yeah, they said it's okay. I told you, our school is so laid-back, no one says much."

Right after Monday's class ended, as soon as I sent a message saying "It's over" to Heena, she called me.

Truth be told, since I mostly text on my smartphone, I'm not very used to having phone calls. However, Heena has recently been calling me once in a while before bed, so I've gotten somewhat accustomed to it.

I cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder while I packed my bag.

"Should I leave now?"

"No, take your time. I asked, and they said there's no partial refund if we skip dinner. So, I'm planning to eat first."

"Got it~ Then I'll grab something here too. Don't rush, see you in a bit."

"Okay~"

That was the end of our call.

Through discussions with Heena, we decided to study together four times a week on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday.

On Mon-Wed-Thurs, we study right after evening self-study sessions. On Saturdays, half the time is for studying, and the other half is for dating.

However, this plan is only in place when exams are not approaching. In reality, Saturday is our designated date day.

On Tuesday and Friday, I'll either study on my own or hang out with my friends.

Although we decided that Sunday is our day off, it'll either be spent playing games with my friends or meeting Heena.

It's just a day without a set schedule.

Man, I didn't expect to start studying so soon. I thought I'd only get started by next year, noticing the trend.

I hadn't even begun yet, but I praised myself for at least having the intention to.

As I was checking if I missed anything, Jung Yoonsung tapped my arm and sat on my desk.

"Going to meet your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, after dinner."

"Really? Today's menu is awesome. It's cutlet."

"Oh! It's been ages since I had pork cutlet."

"It's fish, though."

"Dang it..."

It's not that I hate it, but if there's a choice between pork cutlet and fish cutlet, I'd always go for pork.

My high hopes plummeted, and I let out a sigh.

Then suddenly, I noticed that the usual guys weren't around.

"Where did the others go?"

"They left to play basketball, knowing you'd be gone."

"These guys have no loyalty... I'll join them tomorrow."

"What about your girlfriend?"

"I don't see her on Tuesdays and Fridays."

"Why?"

"Because you guys get so upset."

The thought of these scruffy high school guys getting sulky was somewhat off-putting.

But after spending an entire day gaming with these simpletons yesterday, they seemed to have gotten over their pointless gripes.

Complaints about betrayal and whatnot.

In reality, these guys probably didn't care whether I had a pretty girlfriend or not; they were just upset I wasn't hanging out with them. And maybe they were acting like this in fear that I wouldn't hang out with them in the future?

Thinking like this made it even more annoying. It might be better just to hear them out.

Having packed all the books I needed for studying, I was about to head out for dinner when I noticed Jung Yoonsung next to me, carrying his bag.

"Aren't you staying for the evening study session?"

"I need to help out at the store again today. We did get a new part-timer, but they're completely inexperienced..."

"...Stay strong..."

I watched his sorrowful figure walking away, seemingly headed towards an overwhelming task.

Work hard, earn some good pocket money, and put in your best effort studying.

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Raei Translations

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After reluctantly settling for a fish cutlet dinner, I immediately went to meet Heena.

And only today, instead of Heena coming to my school, I had the chance to go near Heena's school to meet her.

Honestly, I felt bad that Heena always had to come to me.

That made me feel relieved, and I felt an inexplicable surge of confidence and motivation as if I was about to start studying.

If I set my mind to it from now on, I think I can at least make it into a college below the top-tier ones, right?

With that thought, I got off the bus I'd boarded near my house and called Heena.

-??~

A clear melody played briefly before the call connected.

"Are you here?"

"Yeah, I'm at the bus stop."

"Then I should see you... Oh! Found you!"

With that, the call ended, and instead of hearing her voice from the phone, I heard Heena's voice nearby.

"Yeonho~"

She rushed over, still in her school uniform.

Come to think of it, every time we met, I would always see Heena running from a distance. Her approach reminded me of an excited puppy. If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging so fast I couldn't catch it with my eyes.

"Did you wait long?"

"No~ I was already sitting and studying. What about you? Did you eat well?"

"It was so-so. They served fish cutlet and it tasted a bit off."

Since we mostly updated each other through messages, we exchanged only simple greetings as we walked.

We were headed to a study café Heena had reserved beforehand.

Considering it's a place for study, I thought a café where noise was prohibited would be inconvenient. However, Heena said it's actually a bit lively.

Of course, if you're too loud you'll be asked to leave, but casual conversations seem to be implicitly allowed.

I looked around as I followed Heena.

It was my first time walking around this area, and unsurprisingly, since it was near a girls' high school, there were numerous girls in uniforms.

After all, these girls don't have mandatory evening self-study, so it made sense for the place to be bustling after school.

As I occasionally glanced at the students passing by, I felt a tug on my sleeve.

Turning my head, there was Heena, smiling at me.

She was smiling, but something about it was intimidating.

"Yeonho."

"Uh, yes?"

"We're here, let's go up."

"Okay."

Feeling pressured by my girlfriend's smile, I followed her up the stairs to the study café.

As we entered the second-floor study café, it was unusually lively with conversation for such a venue.

Most seemed to be discussing their studies, but there were also groups just casually chatting.

Following Heena, we soon reached a four-seater table located somewhat in the corner.

Since it was a reserved seat, I didn't have to worry about anyone else taking the spot. On the desk were traces of Heena's studies while she waited for me.

I placed my bag across from her and took out my books.

Before heading over to the service table in the opposite corner, I asked Heena,

"Do you want some coffee?"

"No, I'm good for now."

"Alright, I'll just get mine then."

After hearing her reply, I leisurely made my way over.

I had done a quick search before coming to see what was available.

I wasn't particularly fond of coffee, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to have a cup since I was paying.

Approaching the table, I filled a paper cup with ice and pressed the coffee machine button.

One thing to note: if you put in ice first and don't hold the cup close when getting coffee, it splashes everywhere.

I was grateful for a tip I saw in a blog post online. If I hadn't seen it, my clothes would have gotten drenched.

A moment later, I returned to my seat with my coffee.

Heena was still going through her reference book, and there was a canned drink on the table that I hadn't seen before.

Did Heena bring it?

"What's that drink?"

"Oh, this? Someone gave it to me."

"What? Who... There's a number on it."

In the short time I was gone, this happened? I guess there really are people who give out their numbers like this.

But who in their right mind gives their number to a girl who clearly has a boyfriend? There's a man's bag right across from her.

Just as I was about to lose my temper, Heena's voice, colder than my icy glare, cut in.

"I declined once, but he kept insisting. I took it to avoid a scene. Drink it if you want, or I'll toss it."

Her voice was filled with a chilling emotion, colder than the harshest winter winds.

There were many people around, so I didn't know who gave it, but she spoke loudly, as if she wanted them to hear.

My anger subsided at her reaction, and with a somewhat sheepish tone, I said,

"Well, the drink didn't do anything. I'll take care of it later. Should we study?"

"Sure~ After checking the grade sheet and test solutions you sent, I think the best way to boost your scores right now is to focus on math."

She seemed to already have forgotten the earlier incident and chatted away with a cheerful voice.

"Math? I'm not exactly a math whiz, but I manage."

"Yeah, but you seem to know the basic formulas."

"I know what we covered in class, more or less."

"Then if we just repeatedly practice application problems—"

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Raei Translations

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I've been studying with Heena for a couple of hours. She is, without a doubt, a stunningly beautiful private tutor.

With her beautiful face and a smile, Heena explains each problem in a soft and soothing voice.

I was almost too captivated to do anything, but Heena taught so well that I could focus on my studies.

Did she know exactly what I was confused about? Rather than being a good teacher, it felt like she knew me very well.

We reviewed the basic formulas and solved the application problems she had chosen, then I tried some on my own.

Studying with Heena, a tutor of my age, made me feel the progress and sense of accomplishment so vividly.

With this pace, I felt naturally motivated to study even more.

However, she would occasionally say:

"You're doing so well! You're learning really fast~"

"Correct! I thought this question would take longer, impressive~"

"Want to try the next problem?"

"Yes! That's right~ Good job!"

"Yeonho, if you put in just a bit more effort, I really think your grades could improve a lot."

"There's not much time left until the finals, and if you do well this time, won't you be at ease during the summer vacation?"

"Of course, I'll need to be there to watch, but I'm always available..."

"But studying too late or even on Sundays might be too exhausting for you, right?"

"But I really think just a bit more would be better..."

"Like, maybe increasing our study days during the week?"

Caught up in the problems, I was lost for words with her subtle and frequent glances, feeling as if my adorable girlfriend was reading me.

Miss Heena, your intentions seem a bit too obvious...

Author's Note:

I've wrapped it up quickly and am uploading it now!

Even if it's a bit of an obsessive tutoring scenario, isn't it pure love if Yeonho likes it?

Thank you, dear readers, for your continued interest, comments, likes, and love. Let me clarify once again, this story doesn't contain any distressing content!

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