One Night Stand with Hot Lecturer (Mr. Dave, I Love You! 2)
Chapter 7. Values Protest
Day after day continues to change, without feeling almost towards the end of the semester in this semester's lecture. Just like students in general, Wiia's days are spent in college, doing assignments, and occasionally looking for entertainment to refresh the brain.
This week is Wilia's schedule for the final semester exam. Girl who is famous bar-bar, sloppy, defaulters, lots of fun, likes installments, acts stupid, and many more shortcomings is able to do the exam well.
Indeed, no one is surprised if Wilia gets perfect grades despite often missing from lessons. Because in fact, this bar-bar scramble is able to learn the materials in one reading and immediately understand. That is also because some lecturers do not question Wilia with all her behavior, because in fact she is able to do test problems correctly.
However, that does not mean all lecturers understand the attitude of this one student. If they only measure the ability of students seen from test scores, then there is no use for children who have struggled to study really during the night just to achieve grades that are sometimes not as expected. Mr. Davio will not tolerate all the silly actions of Wilia who only entered the course once from the entire meeting in this semester.
Davio knows, although Wilia looks stupid with all her behavior and often makes trouble, but has a little more catching power than other students. Therefore, he thought about how to torture his students so that they would leave Davio's course.
As a lecturer, of course Davio felt unappreciated. Just leaving once, that was at the first meeting, then it was hard never to leave again. In fact, along with other lecturers Wilia still often leave even though sometimes also truant, but still not as bad as with him.
Davio began to guess, why did this one student never take his class? Was it because of that incident?
Of course the incident that Davio meant was when Wilia tried to flirt after falling on his body. But, that is impossible! How could a girl like her have such shame?
Very unlikely! His inner.
And this time, Wilia was facing Mr. Davio's in the room. The girl was protesting for getting a D in her course. During the exam, he got good grades. Of course he did not accept it because he thought it was cheating.
"Can't be, Mr. You can't act as you please on his students. On the exam I got a good grade, but why is it so bad?"
"This is called unfair! You will be reported as an unprofessional lecturer to be expelled from campus!" Threatening Wilia. He couldn't even contain the anger in front of the Lecturer.
His face flushed with breath sounds of hunting, whereas Mr Davio was just staring at the relaxed student in front of him who almost turned his desk over.
"Have you?" Ask her with a relaxed face. Both of his hands were folded to the chest with the view still fixed on Wilia's face that looked flushed.
"What's that? You as a lecturer are completely irresponsible! You are not professional! If you hate me, don't do this!" The little mouth was still continuing to nag indistinctly like the mouth of a fish that had wavered from drowning.
It was very desirable that Davio pursed those lips with his hands to stop pouting.
"I need an explanation! Not already, that's it." Wilia's anger was really at its peak. The girl who has no manners is getting more disrespectful when her heart is covered with arrogance. He was already upset at the lecturer in front of him for giving bad grades.
Is he blind? Yes, students as beautiful as Wilia given a bad grade? Eh, he means he gets good grades in exams and the other lecturers only give good grades. Then why Mr. Davio no? Is she less sexy? Haissh... What thoughts is that, Wilia??
"I want to explain, so I asked, you haven't nagged it yet?" Ask him a little lost patience. Highlight his eyes were seen once if Davio was upset at the student in front of him.
"Ck, I'm not ranting. Just explain so you understand the mistakes you made." His eagle. He will not accept the nagging because since just a little talk according to him. Yaz a little, very little.
"Well, I'll explain why I gave you a D."
"First one... You never leave on my course hours. And of course you know what consequences you get if students don't leave in my college hours, right?" Davio reminded Wilia a little. Indeed, at the beginning of the meeting, Davio explained the rules of students who must be obeyed during his course. One of them is student order. Davio didn't just take grades from the exams.
"What's? I don't remember it! All I know is, you take value from two facets. And it's not from his many presences." Said sure. Wilia does remember, Mr. Davio never told his students to leave in his college hours.
Davio grinned widely at the explanation of his students. It is not wrong anymore, creatures like this should be at the museum right. His brain was quick to catch the subject matter, but careless in observing all the other actions. And carelessness like this is often the case in people who often underestimate trivial things so they do not think because they consider it unimportant.
"You remember? I take the value of two kinds of things?" He asked while raising his eyebrows.
"Of course I remember!" His quick reply made Davio instantly chuckle. Not because of annoyance, but according to her expression Wilia is very funny and eager to review it, but of course the intention is just an intention and not realized.
"What is that?" He asked again while leaning slightly closer to Wilia's face until the two eyeballs stared intensely at the beautiful face in front of her.
Being looked at like that never once made Wilia nervous because she had a lot of annoyance compared to the groggy that she had.
"The first, Mr. Davio will take our pure test scores of 30%. And 70% of it is liveliness." Clearly loud. Without realizing what mistakes he had made to get such a bad value.
"Know that?" Not to answer, Mr. Davio asked again. And it was a success to make Wilia fooled instead of playing.
"Ck! It sucks!" The murmur was soft but it could still be heard Davio.
