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"Ready. . ."

"Have you finished it yet?" I ask.

"I think so" He says, frowning his mouth a little as he spreads out his notebook.

I take the notebook so I can review the exercise I told him to do, but just looking at the first figures I realize that the result is not the right one.

"This is wrong" I tell him, to what he looks at me with a frown.

"What?" he asks, I can feel the alarm in his tone of voice.

"Here it is 56" I indicate, pointing out the figure where he was wrong.

"Don't fuck me. . . , where?" take the notebook again and start reviewing it. I laugh quietly when I see him, it's funny.

"Seven times eight is 56, not 54" I correct, pointing to where a few seconds ago.

"Well, it's just a number" He says, trying to sound relaxed, but fails terribly.

"No, if this goes wrong, the result will go wrong" I mean, holding a smile at his worried face.

"Do I have to do it again?" he asks what I'm sitting down. "No" he says, but it's as if he's begging not to do the exercise again. I nod w