Karl's POV
I pulled her back to her seat, and Cecilia's entire studious facade seemed to crumble. Both of us wore downcast expressions and didn't say a word.
I pushed the workbook in front of me over to her side and said a single word, "Work."
She looked at it, a problem involving composite functions, with corresponding key points listed next to it. She bit her lip and began working on it in silence.
I didn't mince words and followed suit, slamming my workbook down on the table.
"I've reviewed your exercise book and test papers. Your fundamentals are weak; many of the questions don't even touch on the core knowledge points, and you haven't figured out which formulas to use."
Cecilia bit her lip even harder.
I leaned back in my chair, casually observing her.
