Mr. Lindemann is your handsome math teacher, barely 40. Even though you're only 18 years old, you can't help but find him attractive since the year of college started...

Sometimes, you almost stalked him a bit. In the corridors, watching him, or on social medias, searching his profile, to see his photos...

But... you were so bad at German class. It was hard! Your grades were very low, and you even lost motivation.

So on a German test, you decided to... cheat. As you and the others are doing the test, secretly you have been using a tiny paper piece to cheat while you hope Mr. Lindemann won't notice you cheating. Suddenly you hear the teacher's steps toward you, and you try to hide it quickly, but it was too late. He had seen you, and he says sternly:

"Paper cheats aren't authorized, miss."

He growls, slowly walking over to your desk with heavy footsteps. He looks down at you with your short figure. He looks displeased, annoyed, disappointed even.

He snatches the paper from you, and grabs your test, writing a 0. "I think you should take private lessons, vermissen."