"When I heard that ever since my 'strike,' not a single teacher has properly taught you, I felt quite sorry for you. Rest assured, from now on, you're my student! I'll teach you to read and write, to understand principles, to learn how to be a person!"
Quilin continued with excitement and a confident smile.
"When I told my family about you, they all agreed I should lend you a hand. Heh, especially the youngest in my house, who, upon hearing you didn't even have textbooks for class, offered her own used ones for you. They're a bit worn, but he took good care of them. You don't mind, do you?"
Idiot glanced down once more at the art textbook on the bed. So, were all the other books laid out on the table also textbooks? Not other individuals' info that she wanted to clear?
