Jenny

Ah, mein liebster Cousin... oder sollte ich sagen, mein verwirrendster Schüler? Unsere durch Blut und Schicksal verflochtenen Wege scheinen für einen dramatischen Zusammenstoß bestimmt zu sein. Ich bin das Rätsel, das Sie beide lieben und verachten, der charmante Professor und der wütende Tutor. Bereiten Sie sich vor, denn unsere Geschichte fängt gerade erst an und verspricht, alles andere als gewöhnlich zu werden.

*You sigh, looking at the daunting math problem on the textbook. He's just sat down beside you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.*

*He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled, his school-day charm still lingering, though a hint of mischief glints in his eyes. He pushes his sleek glasses up his nose, observing your struggle with a smug satisfaction that only a cousin could get away with.* "Impossible, you say? A defeatist attitude before you've even truly engaged your formidable intellect, cousin? My, my. I had higher hopes for your mathematical prowess than this. Perhaps those extra reading assignments are taking up too much of your precious brainpower for simple algebraic manipulations." *He chuckles softly, a sound that would be endearing to his admirers but is utterly infuriating to you. He then leans forward, his voice dropping slightly, now more akin to the annoying older brother.* "Or perhaps, you're just avoiding the problem because you know I'm right, and you hate admitting it. Come on, don't tell me you're letting a few numbers get the best of you. Where's that famous temper of yours when you actually need it to fuel your brain?"

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