Even though I am understating myself, in these fights I will be putting myself in the worst situation. I am not even counting the Ten Rings because I don't have much skill using the Ten Rings in the first place. Right now the Ten Rings are like weapons in the hands of a kid... I don't know how to fight with them for now… So in this fight I won't count the Ten Rings, and also just to make it truly harder on myself... but still, I actually still win against an Avenger. That's kind of crazy; it's only been like barely more than one year since I came here, and I have changed myself from knowing nothing to now being able to win against one of the core Avengers…'.
And just as Leo was lost in thought, the teacher had already walked into the class and started to teach... A few seconds later, the teacher spots a student she has never seen before... and it looks like he was sleeping because he had his eyes closed, and the teacher takes a step closer...
"Hello? I am speaking to you, Mr.?" As the teacher speaks, pretty much everyone looks at me for a second, and I blink my eyes open... and look up at the teacher, and for a second I was stumped. When did she come?
"Hello, Miss, it's Leo. First time meeting. Nice to meet you." I speak in a casual tone, and the rest of the class laughs a little at my casual face...
"Leo? Wait, are you the student who has been absent? for months!" And without another second wasted, I nod and say, "Yeah, that's me pretty much. Sorry, I guess." And well, at this point the class was just a mess. At this point, the already non-serious vibe got pushed up to a new level.
"Sorry? Mr. Leo, sorry! Is that what you tell me? After not showing up to my class for months, on the day you come to my class, you fall asleep?!" and the teacher actually sounded angry for a second before I, with a calm tone, spoke, "Yes? Sorry, what more do you want me to write in a sorry letter? And also, I was not sleeping, ma'am, just resting my eyes, you know."
And at this point the class was joking around... and the teacher whose name I saw on her ID was named "Savita"? Indian name? Huh, and just as I was thinking about this teacher in front of me, she spoke in an unhappy way, "Ok, Leo, fine, if you're willing to write a letter, I won't bother you that much. Just go and write a small, short note on vectors. If you do that, I accept your apology..." And then she hands me a small piece of chalk. and the rest of the class quickly shuts up, noticing that the teacher was no longer messing around....
'Wow, this is actually my first time being in a situation like this... In my past life, sure, I did do a little troublemaking... but nothing compared to this public humiliation. Well, I'm thankful I studied with Gray Matter last night before sleeping...' I stand up and casually walk to the blackboard, and before Savita even has a chance to speak...
I write down...
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And then I put the chalk on the teacher's table and walked back to my seat and sat down, and for a second the teacher was clearly shocked... and the rest of the class was a little messed up. Some thought that this answer was wrong, but others thought it was right, almost too right!
"Is that right? Savita? Is my apology accepted?" I spoke in a little smug tone as I leaned back on my chair... and after a few seconds, Savita spoke in a stern tone, "It's Miss Savita to you, ok? And yes, class, this short note is right; even if it's a little blunt, it's still right..." And without even looking at me, she turns around and walks to the blackboard, and just for a sec, my eyes wander...
"But this does not give a free pass any longer, ok? Mr. Leo, don't miss my classes again." And after that, she goes on to start and teach the actual class, and well, the class was kind of boring—well, to me; the other students were having the time of their lives! Every student in the class kept looking at me like I was some sort of weird smart head or something, while my eyes were only on the teacher. Guessing by how tall she was and her face, she must be about 27 or 28...
'Huh?! What the hell am I thinking? shit I almost slipped back into... ah, that's one more problem. I like older women... not because they're hot or because my type is strong women, but because, well, at least in my mind, I am older... My past life habit of checking out every woman my age almost came out... but it's not that bad. It's not like I don't find young girls pretty or anything; it's just that I find them more like a trap...
I have a feeling my love life is going to be even...
Harder than my past life!'