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First Day : The exam. You. A perfectly normal male student. Were in deep trouble. Not because you had any problems with anyone in the school nor because you’ve done something bad in these last few days but because of the sheet of paper in front of you. It was an exam and because you were too obsessed with drawing when you came home every day, you didn’t take some time to learn and practice the gibberish language that was mathematics. It was not the first time you did this, but you always managed to get the bare minimum to not be scolded by your parents. Sadly, you could manage if it’s a Japanese exam or English exam, but Mathematics requires precise calculus, something you can’t come up with on a whim. You were almost 20 minutes on the exam, but you were not even able to finish the first exercise. Maybe because you knew it was a lost cause, you lifted your head to watch the class room you were in. No one was talking, and only a deadly silence lived alongside the students. Well