Math Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

Risa sat back in her chair, checking the homework books of her students one by one Rizal's brain is spinning here and there indicating that he is dizzy seeing the numbers lined up in his math textbook, he had no talent for arithmetic, that's the reason he entered high school majoring in social studies, in this way at least he did not meet physics and chemistry lessons that would make him even more dizzy Mrs. Risa shook her head because she felt annoyed that the answers of all the students in one class were almost the same! Both in terms of methods and results, it was time for him to check Rizal's book, suddenly his cheeks twitched in horror.

“I live for structure.” “No touching my stuff.” “Still debatable.” She shot me a look. I held up a finger. “Kidding. Continue.” “No barging into my room.” “Obviously.” “And no games.” I smiled. “Define games.” Her glare sharpened. “You know exactly what I mean.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. “Princess, if I wanted war, you’d know.” Her pulse jumped—just enough that I caught it. “Finish your pizza,” she said, standing abruptly. “I’m tired.”

Rizine thought against her decision to keep it modest with Aster and let all the pent up loud and angry words fly out unhindered. Aster said nothing in response and instead burst into a fit of laughter. Rizine's face scrunched, what was so amusing? "Let me go!" She repeated, trying to move against the chains but she was weak and drained and besides, these chains were silver chains. She felt them slowly draining her of vigor.

And everything fell apart. Text spiraled into chaos. Paragraphs rearranged like they’d been shoved through a blender. Sentences split mid-thought, fraying into half-formed words and symbols that made no sense. Webdings. Symbols instead of letters. Wingdings. Arrows. Skulls. A tiny plane. My fingers froze. What the hell? I clicked to another document. Same thing. Panic started small. Just a pinch in my gut. Then I opened my midterm essay. Gone. Or rather—there, but mangled. Whole sections missing. Arguments fragmented into dead-end tangents. Sentences rearranged to form gibberish. It read like someone had gutted it with dull scissors and sewn it back together with thread from a different lang

'Now that that's taken care of, we'll move on to the activity planned for today. Riz removed the gadget and went back to her normal height. Some people gasped too. She really was a CIN! 'Alright!' Riz exclaimed. 'Enough chit chat, let's see how strong you all are,' she struck her staff down firmly. Ethan pumped his fists in the air. 'Alright let's do this!' 'Yeah!' Suzanne closed her eyes and grinned. Finally some action! she thought, pleased. Ryan rolled his eyes. 'Quite dramatic!' he scoffed. Andrew just looked bored. That was what they called a test? He looked at the heads in disgust.

“The distortion lines don’t make sense—” Rian’s voice cracked as Alessia and the others entered the War Cartograph Chamber. He stood on the central luminous platform, hair a disaster, hands shaking with three different glowing quills at once. Several floating screens pulsed around him, each showing different layers of oceanic maps, tide-flow patterns, and luminous frequencies. He looked like he hadn’t slept in at least three years. Kael muttered, “He’s broken again.”

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In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......