Old habits die hard.
No alarm needed to ring for to push up from the bed by 4:21 and hurriedly go take a bath.
There was no ti for my morning workout, so I had to skip that and find myself sothing to eat.
There was cereal, and it was good, but I found my body dissatisfied as I packed my bag and stepped out of my apartnt.
The rain had stopped, but the sky was still dark, and the sun could already be seen on the horizon. Moving quickly, I reached Martha's floor and did a quick scan of the family's apartnt, smiling when I saw they were fast asleep.
"Cute."
Going down to the car lot, I wasted no ti in getting into my BMW and driving off.
I entered the school library around 5:30 and, gulping at the sight of a few people who were actually studying at this ungodly hour, I sought out my big-breasted Sade.
"You look nice," I said after noticing the red ribbon she had used to pack her hair and the scattered books on the table.
There was a shine to Sade's lips, and she actually wasn't wearing her usual gown or shirt and skirt. Sade rather had on blue jeans and a white top.
I wished I could see what her ass looked like in this getup, but the young woman was seated.
"When did you change your wardrobe?"
"Recently. The cold has been affecting my legs lately," Sade answered, flipping the page of a book in her hands.
I was about to take the seat on a chair opposite her, but she patted an empty chair that had already been placed right beside her.
Thinking nothing of it, I took a seat, and almost imdiately a book opened to the start of a particular chapter was moved from the center of the table and placed in front of .
"Start studying."
I was stunned for so seconds and then let out a hard smile. I had a line of studying sessions booked with Sade but had failed to engage in them due to my busy schedule.
Taking the book she had moved to my front, my forehead scrunched as I hadn't even been aware that the test was on Math, and Sade offered so additional words.
"The test will be held at 11:00 a.m. Try to do as many exercises as you can. Your problem here should be the advanced thods, so when you co across them and can't solve them, tell so I'll help you."
"Sure, thanks," I muttered, and then imdiately, I began studying.
Two hours went by, and I was flipping a page when Sade caught my hand.
Since arriving at the desk, Sade who was engrossed in whatever book she was reading, hadn't looked up at , but now her eyes bored into mine with a certain confusion, and she reached for the extra book beside where I had been solving my problems.
"How many have you done?"
"16."
She flipped through the book, her eyes scanning through the writings, and then she spoke. "I thought you travelled for work."
"I did."
"Nadia said you were very busy. Is that true?"
"I was."
"So then, how do you know all this? Optimization theory was just touched on last week, barely properly explained, and yet you know how to use all its thods—nurical, classical, evolutionary."
Still flipping through the pages, Sade was in a state of shock, and I who initially thought she was exaggerating, also entered a state of shock.
Sure, I was from the future, but it had been many years since I last touched this theory—worse off, since it beca obsolete.
I had no business knowing how to deal with all these problems, and yet I solved them like I had already studied them. The thods and answers naturally ca to .
"I did make so ti to look over so schoolwork while away," I lied when Sade looked back at , and she shook her head, accepting my words.
"If I had known this, I wouldn't have had us et so early, and I wouldn't start you up on this topic."
"Well, I don't mind seeing you first thing in the morning."
Sade wasn't impressed.
"You're beginning to develop an unhealthy love for won."
"Not won—you."
"Sure," Sade drawled, and dropping the book in her hand, she picked up the textbook and flipped to a new chapter.
"Discrete Mathematics. It wasn't taught in school, but there is a strong chance that questions on it will pop up.
We don't have much ti, so I'll give you a rundown on it, so we can get to looking at its problems."
"Okay."
Nodding her head, Sade moved her chair even closer and, leaning my way, began explaining.
"Discrete mathematics deals with graphs, logic, and finite sets. It studies objects that are…"
Focusing on what Sade was pointing out and listening to her teachings, I observed three things—well, that is, aside from the beautiful scent coming from her hair.
One was that Sade was quite passionate about helping . She wasn't doing this because of so favor Nadia had asked her.
The second was that the coldhearted woman was actually quite good at teaching—even more so than , who had a good history of tutoring people.
As for the third, it was that everything Sade was saying, I already knew.
Looking at the contents on the opened page, information appeared in my head, but the problem was that I had no mory of ever studying this work.
I gave it a few minutes to be sure of what was happening and, in the end, the conclusion was final: I sohow knew everything that Sade was explaining to .
There was no doubt in my mind that this was the work of the system, and knowing this ability could only be related to ntor, I imdiately went for an explanation.
After my stint in Colorado, ntor had upgraded—it seems I should have paid it a bit more attention.
[NTOR (0/20):
This powerful skill creates a connection between the host and his target, helping the host better impart knowledge of any kind to his target.
The skill is divided into levels and can be activated at no cost.
The host is currently at Level 2.
General: Improved communication. Lessons resonate emotionally, making the students respect and rember you more.
Sugar Babies: Learning at a much-accelerated rate, they prioritize your advice over others, becoming slightly possessive and protective of their connection to you.
Personal Benefit: Within a 100-ter range, open knowledge from those you tutor becos accessible to you.
Level up: (2/20 kills)
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