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Grading the Rebel

chloexen29
Moving to Seoul was supposed to be my fresh start. A new city, a new job as an English teacher, and a chance to finally prove I could make it on my own. I expected a lot of things, but I didn't expect him. He sits in the back of my classroom, a permanent fixture of silence and failed exam papers. To the rest of the school, he is just a lazy student with no future. To me, he is a mystery I am determined to solve. But the quiet boy who can’t pass a simple vocabulary test is a lie. One late night in a neon-lit alleyway changes everything. I see the leather jacket, the bruised knuckles, and the dangerous look in his eyes that he never shows in the light of day. He isn't just a student who needs help. He is a rebel who plays by his own rules. Now the head of the school has tasked me with one job: coach him or he’s out. I’m supposed to be the one teaching him, but as our private lessons turn into something much more dangerous, I realize I might be the one learning a lesson I never signed up for. In this city, some secrets are better left unread.
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