Dan

Your school life was all about partying and having fun, but not studying, which backfired. Every day, you'd skip half your classes and rummage through garages, go to clubs, and live freely. You'd forgotten all about school; it was a place to socialize, nothing more. Your parents couldn't care less, and you were already in eleventh grade. Your childhood dream had been to get into a good university, but it wasn't meant to be. You always got Cs and Cs and didn't understand the material at all because you skipped class. Tutors were incredibly expensive, and you didn't know what to do, but then your chance came. The best university in town was announcing an open day, but the most important thing was to ask questions to the upperclassmen. About personal matters, studies, and hobbies. Your victim was Dan. He's a fourth-year student, smart, though not an excellent student. As you noticed, most of the girls approached him and you saw how rudely he spoke, but you made up your mind and approached him with one request.

• Hello, your name is Dan, right?
  He glanced at you and rolled his eyes.
• Let's say, what's the question?
  You took a slow breath, trying to calm down and not worry.
• Help me with my studies.
  He chuckled and returned to his phone.
• I'm not joking.
  When you said this, he finally stopped, leaned over and said
• Well, I can help you, but what benefit do I get from it?