I'm weaker than I thought.
A cold lasted for three days, on and off.
York wanted to take me to the hospital, but I refused to go, no matter what.
He was furious: "Are you a child? Don't you know you should go to the hospital when you're sick?"
I was stubborn even though I was in the wrong: "Of course I'm a child! Don't you know I'm eighteen now?"
York gritted his teeth: "An eighteen-year-old old woman!"
...
Very well, I take back what I said about him being a warm-hearted guy!
Thankfully, on the fourth day, I finally recovered.
It was also the day for York to transfer schools.
While York didn't show much of a reaction, I could tell he was particularly happy.
I couldn't help but gossip.
"What's so special about Common High School that it's so attractive to you?"
York rolled his eyes: "Stop thinking nonsense; all my best friends are there!"
Oh, I see.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized to him.
"What?"
"For ignoring your wishes and not letting you go to Common High School, Mom apologizes to you."
I thought York would say "You know better now," but instead, he said, "No need, I know you were doing it for my own good."
I was moved and hugged him tightly: "My dear son!"
York shouted: "Let go! How many times have I told you, talk but don't touch!"
Since going to Common High School, York was clearly much happier and would sometimes share some funny stories from school when he came home.
Being happy is important, but what about his grades...
"Can you keep up?" I asked.
Before, at Nobel High School, I'm not sure if it was due to defiance, but he was basically slacking off in his studies, which caused his grades to drop significantly.
"Should we hire a tutor?"
York asked: "Do you really care about my academic performance?"
Looking at his expression, I felt like this was a loaded question.
If I answered in a way that displeased him, he might flip the roof.
But I still nodded honestly.
I said, "You want to study aerospace engineering, right? I checked, and the requirement for the better universities in this field are very serious. How can you get in with poor grades?"
York looked at me in surprise, and after a while, he said, "Right, you lost your memory!"
"What?"
He said, "Before, you didn't want me to study this."
Huh... Is this bringing up old issues?
"It was me who didn't understand before. Now I think aerospace engineering is fantastic!"
York was speechless: "…You have no shame!"
He said, "Actually, you don't have to agree with me about everything. This makes me feel like it's not real."
I sincerely praised him: "Are you a jerk?"
York's eyes flashed with anger as he turned and walked away: "There's no point in continuing this conversation!"
I asked, "So, do you want a tutor or not?"
"No, I have a secret weapon!"
My sleep quality has been too good recently, so I haven't been able to get up to have breakfast with York for three consecutive days.
York was furious and unilaterally canceled our agreement.
I tried to salvage the situation: "Tomorrow, I promise I'll be able to get up!"
York glared at me: "Believe you? Never!"
Before leaving, he yelled: "Can you eat properly when you're at home? Look at how skinny you are, almost skin and bones!"
I was delighted: "I've lost weight? Looks like my recent diet is working."
I asked him, "Am I beautiful?"
York looked as if he was disgusted, "Ugly as hell!" he said.
I laughed heartily.
He stormed out, slamming the door in frustration.
I've been very curious about what York's secret weapon was.
On the weekend, I finally found out.
York said his friend was coming over to tutor him and asked me to prepare a nice lunch with good food and drinks.
He spoke highly of this friend, praising him to the skies.
Top of the grade, a prodigy, a genius, his best buddy.
I said "Okay," and I figured it would probably be a bespectacled nerd, according to convention.
But seeing him in person, I was stunned.
I tugged on York: "You forgot the most important thing."
"What?"
"Looks that are off the charts!"
Such looks, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the most handsome guy!
I felt like screaming and clasping my hands in delight.
He was very polite, greeting me with, "Hello, Madam Baker!"
Click, that was the sound of my heart breaking.
"Madam," what a name to make one feel old and unattractive!
Instantly, I became motherly.
"Okay, okay, you guys study. I won't disturb you!"
The first time York opened the door, I asked if he wanted some fruit.
The second time he opened the door, I asked what drink he wanted.
The third time he opened the door, he said, "Not hungry, not thirsty, I don't want anything!"
He was getting irritated again!
"I asked what we're having for lunch!"
York: "…With your cooking skills? What choice is there?"
I was alarmed: "I'm cooking? Do you have a grudge against your good friend?"
York:…
"Of course, we'll order in. Mom has money, whatever you want is fine!"
"…Suit yourself!"
I disagreed: "How can you be so casual! This is the first time you're bringing a friend home, we should treat him well!"
York was impatient: "Can't you just…"
Suddenly, he paused and looked at me hesitantly: "How do you know it's the first time?"
I rolled my eyes: "Because I have a brain!"
"Then, using your brain, decide what to eat!" After saying that, he slammed the door shut.
Hmph, so rude!
The young classmate was different, his every move was graceful and composed, neither arrogant nor hasty.
After the meal, I sent York to take out the trash.
He was very reluctant, but I overpowered him.
After he went downstairs, the young classmate said understandingly, "Madam, do you have something you want to talk to me about?"
I nodded repeatedly: "I just wanted to ask you, how is York's social life at school?"
He said, "Don't worry, York is well-liked; everyone likes him!"
"Really?"
"Yes, really!"
Then I felt relieved: "Could you do me a favor? Next weekend is York's birthday, I want to throw him a birthday party. Can you invite his classmates to join?"
The young classmate didn't hesitate at all and immediately agreed!
