To Professor, With Love (tentative title)

To Professor, With Love (tentative title)

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Last published Sat, Apr 18, 2020

angst drama fluff teacherxstudent

Ang tanging gusto ni Anya sa buhay niya ngayon ay ang maka-graduate at magkaroon ng magandang trabaho sapat para mabuhay siya ng maayos at hindi naghihirap. With a decent part-time jobs, a shabby apartment shared with her only friend and 4 years more of hell-err college ay maisasakatuparan na rin niya ang lahat ng iyon. Until she met Ren. This unassuming kind-hearted guy stepped into her world out of blue at parang may gustong dumagdag sa listahan ng mga goals niya. At ito ay ang maging girlfriend ni Ren. Pero parang imposibleng mangyari iyon because Ren is her professor. And she should stop calling him just Ren but instead address him as Professor Ren kung gusto niyang makatapos at magkaroon ng magandang buhay. ----------------- Disclaimer: I was inspired to write a story of teacher x student concept after I read Epithumia written by pontmercy44. This is initially a Reylo fanfic but I'm borrowing the concept and altering some of it as basis. I will still change A LOT when this one is finished because I tend to just write the beginning of stories but never get to finish them. SO HELP ME GOD IN FINISHING THIS.

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