Part 3My Study Buddy is the Dungeon Boss

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Just as I was getting lost in Silas's nice voice and English grammar, the bell rang again.

"Welcome our 15 transfer students," the homeroom teacher announced from the podium. "Everyone, take care of the new classmates."

Shadows filed in through the front door, squeezing onto the platform.

Strange. She said 15, but I only counted 14.

And they looked... old.

Some of the guys had five o'clock shadows. One woman looked exhausted, another had heavy makeup. They looked old enough to be my parents.

Held back a few years? Or expelled from other schools for being delinquents?

Curious, I poked Silas's hand and whispered, "They look really mature, don't they?"

"Is our class's average GPA really bad? Is that why they sent them here?"

Silas didn't answer my question. He just dropped a cold, emotionless reminder:

"This is Math class."

Those four words hit me like a bucket of ice water.

Math!

I'm doomed. I suck at Math!

And Silas said earlier that Math is taught by "The Terminator" herself!

I immediately buried my head in my book, mimicking Silas's strategy of becoming invisible.

Please, please don't call on me!

Just in case, I grabbed my pen and started frantically reviewing formulas, completely oblivious to the terror spreading through the room.