Orm Kornnaphat, a highly esteemed princess, has always excelled in her royal duties and academic pursuits. However, she soon finds herself grappling with certain subjects in the demanding Royal University of Economics. Concerned for her daughter's f...
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The day of the economics test had finally arrived, and I could feel the tension in my stomach as I sat at my desk. The classroom buzzed with the usual pre-test anxiety, but my mind was elsewhere—on the countless hours I had spent preparing, on Ling, my tutor, whose support and belief in me had fueled my efforts more than I cared to admit.
Flipping through my notes one last time, I remembered the late nights spent studying, the intricate explanations Ling had provided, and the countless moments when her voice cut through the confusion in my head. It wasn't just about acing this test anymore—it was about proving something to myself, and maybe, in some small way, impressing her.
The teacher entered, and the room fell silent. She began passing out the tests, and when my copy landed on my desk, my heart raced. I stared down at the paper, the words blurring for a second. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself that I was ready for this. I'd worked hard.
The timer began, and I dove in. The questions ranged from theoretical to practical, but with each one I answered, confidence surged inside me. I could practically hear Ling's voice in my head, guiding me through the trickier parts, reminding me of the principles we had gone over so many times. Every bit of doubt was met with the memory of her firm belief that I could succeed.
Finally, after what felt like hours, I handed in my test. Relief washed over me, but so did a wave of nerves. Had I done enough? Could I have missed something crucial? The rest of the day passed in a blur, my mind completely fixated on one thing—my grade.
When the final bell rang, I didn't waste a second. I practically sprinted to the student lounge, where our teacher had said she would post the results. A crowd of students had already gathered, and I squeezed through, my heart thudding in my chest.
"Alright, everyone, listen up!" the teacher called out. The room fell silent, and I held my breath. "The highest grade in the class goes to... Orm, with an A+!"
For a second, I thought I'd misheard. But as my classmates erupted into applause, it sank in. I'd done it. I had actually done it! My heart soared, and a wide grin broke out on my face as a wave of elation crashed over me. All the effort, all the late-night studying—it had paid off.
I didn't waste a second in pulling out my phone to text Ling.
Orm: I got an A+!
Her response came almost immediately, and my heart skipped a beat as I read her words.
Ling: That's amazing, Orm! I'm so proud of you!
I sat there, grinning like an idiot at my phone. But as the excitement started to settle, another thought took its place—one that had been bubbling under the surface for weeks now. This wasn't just about academics anymore. Ling wasn't just my tutor. I wanted to spend more time with her, to know her beyond study sessions.
I hesitated for a moment, then typed out the words before I could second-guess myself.
Orm: Can I make a wish?
Ling: A wish? What do you mean?
I smiled to myself, remembering her promise weeks ago. If I got an A, I could wish for something. Now was my chance.
Orm: You said if I got an A, I could wish for something. I want you to spend more time with me.
I stared at my phone, my heart hammering in my chest as I waited for her reply. The seconds dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity.
Finally, her response came.
Ling: You're really putting me on the spot here. But okay, I can make time for you.
My pulse quickened as I read her words, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Really?" under my breath, unable to hide the excitement building inside me.
Orm: Great! When can we hang out?
Ling: How about tomorrow? We can grab lunch and then study?
The thought of spending more time with her—outside of our usual tutor-student dynamic—filled me with warmth. It wasn't just about studying anymore. It was about being with her, getting to know her in a way that was new and exciting.
Orm: Yes, definitely!
As we finalized our plans, I felt like I was floating on air. The A+, as amazing as it was, suddenly felt like a footnote in comparison to what was happening now. My wish had come true—I was going to spend more time with Ling.
That night, as I lay in bed, I replayed the events of the day over and over in my head. The thrill of hearing my name announced as the top scorer, the feeling of Ling's pride in me, and the excitement of tomorrow's plans. It was hard to believe that all of this was real.
But most of all, I found myself thinking about Ling—how her eyes lit up when she smiled, the way her voice softened when she praised me. The more I thought about her, the more I realized that my feelings were no longer just about admiration. There was something deeper, something that made my heart race whenever I thought of her.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something new, something beautiful. Tomorrow wasn't just another study session—it was a step into uncharted territory. And for the first time, I was more than ready to see where it would lead.
