After arranging the papers, Riley went to his next class, apparently everyone's favorite subject... math. Almost half of his class failed every time they had exams but then he would still do his best to teach the subject he loved. He saw an unfamiliar girl walk out of the classroom just before he entered which made him wonder if she was one of his students. He didn't get to see her face but seeing the back of her hair and the way she walked like she didn't even see him, Riley assumed she was from a different class who just dropped by.<br/><br/>"Ugh..." the students let out as they slouched and some just banged their head on their desks at the sight of the teacher. Riley was used to it and just looked at it as their expression of passion for his subject, more like his students are<span style="font-style: italic">tsunderes</span>.<br/>He showed a sweet smile to the groaning students and greeted with much enthusiasm, "Hello class!" He opened his arms to show his happiness and excitement towards the subject but was answered by a few moments of awkward silence. He slowly put his arms back down and lowered his head. "Oh-kay..." He opened his book and looked for the right page. "Alright class, open your books to pag--" He was stopped at the sight of someone raising their hands. His expression brightened, expecting a question which was a sign of interest. "Yes?"<br/>"Sir, do we really have to do this?" a student asked him.<br/>Riley tilted his head in confusion and asked, "Huh?"<br/>"I mean, why do we always have to find x and then refer to y or whatever--"<br/>Another student added, "Yeah, and also, why do we have to do those curves and the checker thing..."<br/>"It's a cartesian plane," Riley politely corrected.<br/>The student just waved in dismissal. "Well, yeah, whatever you call that thing but then we don't even have to plot points when we ride the train." He shrugged and then followed by the laughter of the class.<br/>"Er..." Riley said and the class went silent to listen. "But that lesson was a long time ago, Timmy."<br/>The class snickered.<br/>"We're already doing permutations, dummy!" another one commented.<br/>Riley clapped his hands to call the class' attention. "Alright, alright. Now, class, let's move on to your individual projec--"<br/>"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" another collective groan took place, their faces turned ghastly as their souls got seeped out of their bodies at the word<span style="font-style: italic">project</span>.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">How am I supposed to deal with these guys...?</span>Riley thought.