Chapter 281

Freya set down her pen, a determined glint in her eye as she said, "Mr. Tyler, you're wrong if you think you can talk me out of this. I won't give up. If you can't teach me, I'll learn by myself."

With that, she made to leave.

Preston called out from behind, "Is a diploma really that important to you?"

"Yes," Freya replied earnestly, turning to face Preston. "It might not mean much to you, Mr. Tyler, but to me, it's crucial. I have to pass this test."

Seeing the resolve in Freya's eyes, Preston had no choice but to say, "Sit down. I'll teach you."

Freya was stunned. "But... didn't you say I have no coordination?"

"It's only a three-day test. I might not make your handwriting better than your right hand's, but you can write." Preston lightly tapped the couch beside him, signaling Freya to sit. Reluctantly, Freya took a seat opposite him.

Preston said, "I meant to sit by my

Freya awkwardly moved to sit

hand, then replicated the action with his left. The words looked nearly identical. Freya was stunned. "How did you do

not that hard. Anyone can

and coordination. He handed the

should be able to write simple words decently. In a week, you should get used to using your left hand. Speed might be an issue,

"Just practice?"

added, "The first step to learn anything is always practice. There's no easy way, but you have nine days. It's the simplest and best method for you." Freya couldn't help but feel Preston was

struggled to stay awake, eventually knocking on the door to

writing that she hadn't noticed the passage of time. When she looked

on a desk lamp, bathing the table in a warm glow that she hadn't

before her was covered in densely packed

said, "Let's

"I don't eat dinner."

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