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"What was that about?", Ten suddenly asked Sicheng.
"What was what about?", Sicheng questioned in return.
"Professor Nakamoto calling you back. Was it about the test?", the Thai enquired.
"It was, he was asking me if I wanted extra credit. I didn't tell him anything yet.", the Chinese responded.
Ten hummed. "You know..", he suddenly started, "I think you should go for it. With everything you're going through, it might help you a lot.", he finished.
"You're talking about the break-up?"
"Yeah..well kind of..", the Thai hesitated. The break-up was a delicate matter for the younger. "You know, thinking about the break-up won't help you, Sicheng. You have to move on and get a grip on life! The guys that you dated were idiots. Your relationships always ended on a bad note. Stop thinking about them. One day you'll find the right person.", Ten concluded.
"When did you get so wise, huh?", Sicheng teased. "Mama Kun.", was Ten's chaste reply.
The Chinese giggled and then suddenly sat up. "What are your thoughts on a game night with our squad?", he asked.
"Oh my God! That's awesome! I'll get everything ready!", Ten started jumping up and down on the bed. "And also, it's a good way get your mind off the break-up!"
And that's when the Chinese tackled the Thai on the bed.
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A frustrated Yuta ran his hand through his hair. It was two o' clock in the morning. Somehow, he wasn't able to fall asleep. He went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of chamomile tea. Sipping his tea, the professor's thoughts drifted to his star student. Dong Sicheng. Something was up with him. How could he have deteriorated in his studies in a span of just two months?
Yuta didn't even know why he suddenly approached the Chinese with the suggestion of extra credit. Yes, Sicheng was his student and he had to worry about his progress. But extra credit? He had never asked any student for extra credit in his past two years of teaching. It was as if the moment he saw the younger, some force in him urged him to help him.
Sighing, Yuta checked the time. Half past two. He still wasn't sure if he could fall asleep yet. "Might as well do something productive.", he muttered. And so he spent the night binge-watching Netflix, which was not a very good thing for a professor who had leave for college early in the morning, and teach a bunch of hormonal young adults. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get rid of the shiver that ran down his spine at the thought of tutoring Sicheng.
As much as he wanted the younger to decline the offer of extra credit, a teeny tiny part of him hoped that he would agree to it.
