He must have just returned, so he probably doesn’t remember where he left off in his studies.
I’m in a similar situation, but still, I feel a mischievous pleasure when that damned student looks troubled.
I bit my lip to hide a smile. I wish he would have more difficulty.
But soon, the student asked with a composed smile,
“Forgive me, Master. Where were we? I had a terrible headache during our last lesson. I can’t remember it well. I’m sorry for not focusing.”
A crafty brat.
“Were you ill? I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
But instead of letting it go, when I subtly tried to catch him off guard, the student feigned disappointment,
“You don’t care about me, Master.”
Sly child.
But he’s right. Perhaps during our last lesson, I didn’t care about him at all.
Instead of catching his tail further, I donned a kind smile and started to rummage through my book.
Let’s see… Both he and I don’t know the progress, so just pick any part to teach, right?
Where should I start? As I was flipping through the book, I spotted the perfect subheading.
“Master? Why aren’t you speaking?”
“Section 4 of Chapter 2. Let’s look at the unity of military and government, Your Highness.”
(This is a time marker.)
Throughout the lesson, I felt like I was sitting on a bed of needles.
No choice. My student had returned several times. His head would be filled with all kinds of knowledge.
In his previous life, the student had been perfect in both literary and martial arts.
In such a situation, wasn’t it ridiculous for me, a mere twentyyearold master, to pretend to be a great scholar in front of him?
He might be acting obedient, not knowing that I had returned, but I was irritated knowing this. Uncomfortable.
I knew that beneath his gentle expression, he hid a desire for revenge and murderous intent, making it all the more so.
Every time he smiled, bad thoughts kept coming to mind.
What was he thinking now? About deceiving me? About killing me, turning me into a martyr with his own hands?
“Master. You look pale today.”
“I caught a cold.”
Since the student had returned with me, I couldn’t take revenge on him.
Revenge? I’m busy trying to survive.
What I had to do was not take revenge on him but be very nice to that treacherous student, hoping he wouldn’t kill me again.
I must never let him find out that I have returned. Otherwise, wouldn’t he try to kill me again, knowing I wasn’t sincerely treating him well?
“Your Highness.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You have a nice voice.”
“……Yes?”
Hmm. A random compliment might be a bit off.
After all, it would be suspicious if a person suddenly changed. I must treat him subtly as before, and then gradually become more friendly.
‘I’ll become openly friendly when the opportunity arises.’
But just as I made that decision, the student threw an eerie question.
“You seem a little different today, Master.”
It would have been an ordinary statement, but for me, it was like a punch to the heart.
I stopped turning the pages and looked up.
The student was staring intently at me, resting his chin on the desk.
My mind started to race. What was different about me?
The sudden compliment earlier? Just once? So what? What was different?
How did I teach in my previous life? Just… It seemed like I did it quite ordinarily. I didn’t like him, but I wasn’t overtly cold.
So what exactly was different?
I felt my liver being squeezed. The sensation of him holding poison to my lips arose again, and my fingertips started to tremble.
I lowered my hand under the desk and stared blankly at the student.
He was still looking intently at me.
A few breaths like that, and I thought this wouldn’t do, so I deliberately frowned and spoke in a tone of displeasure.
“I understand if I’m lacking and not to your liking, Your Highness. But after all, I am your Master, and you are my student. Please concentrate on the lesson during class.”
After reprimanding him coldly, I kept my stern face and scrutinized his expression.
Would he be displeased? Would he think, ‘Ah, I’ll have to kill this Master later?’
Inwardly?
With a thumping heart, I met his gaze for a few more breaths. The sound of a wooden board signaling the time reached us from outside.
The sound seemed like a signal, and the disciple, who had been staring at me, stopped and closed the book with a big smile.
“Class is over.”
My heart, which had been tightly contracted, expanded like seaweed absorbing water.
I also hid my expression and closed the book.
“I hope we don’t waste our time like this in the next lesson.”
Just in case, I added something that my past self would likely say.
‘Let’s go home quickly. Facing you is scarier than I thought.’
Instead of waiting for his answer, I hurriedly gathered my things and stood up.
But why is this disciple acting like this? Has he gone mad? Unexpectedly, the disciple also stood up.
“Let’s go together, Master. I’d like to take a walk, so I’ll accompany you to the gate.”
I almost reflexively shouted, ‘No!’ I stared blankly at the disciple, holding my bundle.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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