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The teacher smiled, thanked Ponjie and asked him, “What will be your contributions in my class?”
There was a dead air, and the whole class paid attention to Ponjie. Fruto was also caught with the stillness as he raised his eyes to look at the silly guy.
The seconds of silence was broken by Ponjie himself as he arrogantly declared, “I don’t think I’ll ever have contributions in your class, Sir.”
Calm and composed, the teacher asked again. “And why do you think so, Mr. Ponjie?”
Ponjie puffed his chest, “I already know the things you will teach and Math is boring.”
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