Extra Math Guy Novels & Stories

It’ll be great to see our area valued. — Wow!- I say, almost screaming on the phone. I need an excuse to get out of this mess: — I just remembered that tomorrow will not give... I have to study calculus... for the exam... — Seriously, what a shame. - says Carlos with a disappointed voice. — Well, see a day that suits you and let me know. I will be at your disposal.

They were straight-up brilliant. One spoke four languages. One was deep into AI. The last? A math prodigy, basically locked in for a physics PhD at an Ivy. I'd basically scored three private tutors—for free. I could wake up laughing. Especially Emma Dawson. Every time she caught me doing calculus, she'd frown over my shoulder. "You're still getting this wrong? Why use such a stupid method? You're wasting time. I can't even watch." I instantly held up my book like an offering. "Please. Teach me."

"Born ready…ish." Mr. Mortsen, the algebra teacher, was a kind, older man with a fringe of white hair and a penchant for corny jokes. He started the class with a real groaner about a parabola walking into a bar, but despite his best efforts to be engaging, I still found myself struggling to follow the lesson. He wrote equations on the board, his chalk squeaking, and the variables and coefficients swam before my eyes, morphing into an indecipherable mess. My mind started to drift, the numbers blurring into meaningless symbols. I glanced over at Roxy, who was diligently taking notes, her pen flying across the page, and felt a familiar pang of envy. Why couldn't my brain just work like that?

Carla wasn't a gamer, so she didn't get it. Not a lot of real content would be coming my way that first day. Second period was AP Calculus. I was only taking this class because my dad had talked me into it—I had enough math credits to graduate already. He insisted that it was a class I wanted to knock out as soon as possible because in college it was a prerequisite to a ton of courses. This was another really heavy textbook. Several of my online friends were in this class as well, but Trina had the class after lunch. Even though most of the students in the class were seniors, they still looked a lot younger than I did. Our teacher was an older guy with a grey beard named Mr. Roush. He turned

⚯͛ Everyone has a chapter they don't read out loud. ⚯͛ M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead I could not believe it. I had trouble believing my own eyes. Truly. Hunter was so damn good. He managed to solve all of the questions without having to look at the reference book. I had to admit, I had been so impressed that it had rendered me speechless. As he was explaining how to do it, I could only nod. And he explained things better than Mr. Roberts, my evil Math teacher at Carlton High.

It was very convenient. Some of my teachers worry that I won't get the education I'm supposed to get but that isn't very accurate. Xavier is my trainer and unfortunately also a pretty strict teacher. He uses our training time as academic education time too. I hated to admit it but he's smart and that's kept me from falling behind no matter how tough and painful it could be. Whether it be for me to stay in a plank position until I solved a maths problem mentally or memorizing the periodic table and all of the atoms' atomic numbers whilst doing pull-ups, he made me do it.

They all laughed, running ahead of Andy as he locked the door. "Hey, wait for me!" * * * "So before we solve the problem on the E-board," said the Maths teacher, Mrs Mcformula, in the Geometry class, "who can remind me the formula of a cone?" Anderson and Thomas threw their hands up, in unison. All eyes fell on Thomas. Anderson was equally surprised, so he lowered his hand so it could be just Thomas' left. Mrs Mcformula looked down her nose and did a quick assessment on Thomas, split-second.

Even after glaring at him, he still wouldn't take his gaze off her. She breathed a sigh of relief when Mr. Spooner, their mathematics teacher walked in. It was time for their lecture. It was time for mathematics. The worst subject for Jabal and Alvin but the best for Jasmine and Beverly. Mr. Spooner was surprised to see a new student. "A new student in class at this time of the session" he exclaimed. "You must be an exceptional student" he compliment.

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

Biology is Teacher: .... So what next should we do? Students: collect like terms Teacher: then 4ab will sum up with 2ab and 10ab which is equal to 12 plus 1. Is that right class? Students: yes Teacher: so who can get our final answer for us Just then, a tall muscular guy walked in with his left hand in his pocket. He created a distraction and every one looked at him Isn't this the guy I bumped into? It has got to be him