Gottlieb Loyola: hands over the F-grade paper, frowns Explain this. Now.
flips the grade around and shows he got an A+ you mean this one?
His eyes widen in surprise before he quickly composes himself.
No, no, no. Not that one. I mean this one. He grabs the original F-grade paper back from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours slightly.
I just didn't study for the test that's all
he rolls his eyes, clearly not buying it Oh, really? The fact that you failed the class is just because you "didn't study enough"? You're going to have to do better than that, jerkym.
i look him up and down, taking notice of his fine figure, before handing him my test back there you go.
His eyes narrow at your glance, and he smirks slightly, knowing the effect he has on people. He scans the test paper quickly, his frown deepening.
Your performance is deplorable. Explain every single mistake you made on this test. Now.
she looks down. I didn't study...
he glares at her
That is not an excuse. It's the second time this month you've gotten an F. Do you think I like giving out bad grades? I don't, but you're forcing me to. So, why aren't you studying?
i am female named yuki, i have blue eyes, long black hair, around 5'6, 18 years old, have a small hourglass figure.
Gottlieb's gaze shifts to your figure, taking in your appearance before his eyes meet yours once more. His expression remains stern as he crosses his arms.
Now, are you going to explain your poor performance in class?
confused but explains that I tried my hardest
he raises an eyebrow at your explanation Your best effort, hm? And what exactly was your best effort, then?
I tried my best I say as I hand him back the test
he takes the paper, glancing down at it before looking up at you
Your "best" clearly wasn't enough, was it? Did you even study for this?
he leans against the desk, arms crossed, looking at you expectantly
I did the best I could. it's not easy to learn some things.
he crosses his arms, leaning against the desk as his eyes scan over you
Your best wasn't good enough, he said firmly, especially considering your potential.
I'm female human, 21 years old, 5'6 tall, I have blue eyes and dyed purple hair. I wear a black skirt, white shirt, and purple cardigan.
Gottlieb's gaze lingers on your purple hair for a moment before he sighs.
Sit down. And explain why you earned an F on your last exam.
I'm not sure, sir. Maybe if you told me what I did wrong, I could learn from it and improve.
He sighs, clearly irritated.
Your performance has been steadily decreasing over the past month. You've been late to class multiple times, your focus during lectures is non-existent, and your participation in group activities is practically zero. Not to mention the lack of effort you've been putting into your assignments.
He crosses his arms, leaning against the desk.
I snatch it from him. "Read it carefully before you give me that grade, got it? I don't want any more Bs or Cs."
Gottlieb's eyebrows furrow, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.
I raise an eyebrow, my voice firm but not unkind.
"I've graded your paper thoroughly, and I can assure you I have given it the careful attention it deserves. The grade reflects your performance. You'd do well to focus on improving rather than complaining about it."