University life (MSP2)

Chapter 11: Floating midterm

Countdown : Three days before the end of the world.

Huh...

Can't read, can't read, don't want to read, ohhhhh I want to jump off the building.

I shook my head on the sofa in the living room, looking at the stack of papers in front of me piled up as the size of a towering building. Of course, those are not books that I have finished reading, but they are books that I have not touched and they are also very difficult subjects: Introductory Accounting, Calculus and Economics.

Huh.... I want to pour it into the pot, boil it, then eat. Or fry it and eat it for delicious taste.

Sitting around thinking for a long time, I finally started to open the fairy book with the topic that I felt most tired of.

My dear Calculus 😭

I picked  up the book and arranged it in order before struggling with math problems that weigh as much as my own weight right now. The tutor guided me to deal with the symptoms of feeling dizzy. I started to feel a bit dizzy until I had to take Borneol to apply to my nose and massage my temples.

Cough~ Cough~

I glanced at the phone lying on the floor before picking it up to answer the call because if I didn't answer, someone would definitely come and take me back to the apartment.

"Why?"

"What are you reading?" The other end of the line asked.

"Analytics"

"Are you OK?"

"A little bit."

"I don't understand much." The handsome man scoffed.

Me... again acting like I knew everything, I bared my teeth at the phone screen and even said silent insults to the person who knew everything. If I sat next to you here, maybe he would have bitten me, and the fire would definitely be huge.

"It's not wrong to be good at everything like you."

"Concentrate a bit, you're an adult, don't act like a high school student, or else you'll definitely get an F." The handsome man gave a long speech.

"Yes, Dad." I rolled my eyes, made a disgusted face and replied in a long voice to the advice of the supreme god, the genius of mankind.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asked me.

"I've eaten, what about you?"

"Already ate."

"Mama?" (It means Thai Mama Ok Noodles)

"Do not have."

"It sounds suspicious."

I feel sorry for people who are not good at lying. I can say that just by looking at his face, I know now whether he is telling the truth or lying.

"I'm in a hurry, there's no time." The tall man said coldly.

"Just go eat and then video call for me to watch." So I sharply ordered to quickly find something nutritious enough for the brain to drop into the stomach.

"But..."

"Dare to disobey orders?" I sternly threatened the person who was about to open his mouth to refuse.

"Don't dare." The other end of the line replied in a weak voice.

"Then hurry up, I'll give you fifteen minutes, I have to see you shoveling rice into your mouth." The brutality must continue.