"Class stand!"
Thirty-six chairs shrieked in agony.
"Gooooooooooooood afternoooooooooooon, Mr Seeeeeeeeeeee-deeeeeeeeeee-fennnnnn..." greeted the class, dragging the syllabus as long as their breath could hold.
"Sit, class. Now, please take out the piece of worksheet on linear inequalities that I gave you last Monday."
Almost immediately, ninteen hands shot up high into the air. It was as if it was rehearsed many times beforehand.
"Sir, I forgot to bring."
"Sir, I left it on my study desk at home."
"Sir, I lost my homework file, so the worksheet is gone with it too."
"Sir, my maid mistook my worksheet as toilet paper."
"Sir, my worksheet caught fire."
All the while, Mr Steven's only focus was on Y.C., who was fiddling with a paper aeroplane in his hands.
"Please stop for a moment," said Mr Steven calmly, raising his large palm perpendicular to his arm. "Whoever do not have the worksheet with you now, please leave the class room," said Mr Steven straight-forwardly. It was as if he rehearsed many times beforehand too.
As if it was what they expected, the nineteen of them streamed of the classroom, overjoyed.
As the Chinese saying goes, "如鱼得水". They were like suffocated fishes, happy to embrace the waters with wide, open arms. Except that these nineteen happy fishes would soon become nineteen unhappy fishes once they hit the waters - the vast and boundless sea, fraught with unseen dangers.
Mr Steven carried on with his lesson with the remaining twenty-seven fishes.
"Bye bye, Maths idiots! Have fun with Old Steven!" yelled the Y.C. once he was out of the classroom.
Y.C. thought he heard Mr Steven sniggered.
Smart, or outsmarted?
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Happy CNY! Just a quick update here. Grr. I'm running out of brain juices. Supply me Bananas! Mwahahaa. Anyway, reunion dinner tmr, eat more, play more, collect more. Haha :D
{the riddle of red}
