95 95 Angels and study groups (2/2)

After finishing making the meal and serving the tea, midday sits next to Zhou. Why next to Zhou is the conspiracy of the three remaining men.

”Yes.”

”Uh, where doesn't Thousand Years know? It was math, wasn't it?

”Absolutely.”

”Oh my God, it's all...”

”Because I'm not good at math in general. Giri, we're dodging the red dots.”

Though I am a thousand years old enough not to be able to study anything, I seem to be pretty bad at math and show off my red dot god avoidance every time.

I have faintly tightened my cheeks at midday to the word all, but I can't help it because I haven't actually done it. You'll be fortunate to have some foundation.

”Basics This guy doesn't like application issues, so you better teach him how to think about how to apply the formula to application issues.”

”Is the formula okay?

”... you're gonna be okay, right?

”Probably.”

I don't feel okay, so I want you to do your best from there at midday. Rather than being retarded, she can't do it because she doesn't know how to use it, so if she understands it, she should be able to score quite a few points.

”The tree comes from a motivating place for now.”

”Ha ha.”

”Don't try to make me laugh. Study.”

What do you think I held a study group for?

”Yuta - Zhou is tight -”

”It's time for the trees to get serious”

The tree is disappointed to drop her shoulder as she was refused salvation with a refreshing smile.

I want trees and millennials to apprentice him because those by the gate are seriously opening their textbooks and notebooks to start studying.

By the way, they don't have a bad subject like this by the gate, and he's an excellent guy who can do anything above average.

Zhou also doesn't have a particularly bad subject, so all he had to do was hone his memorization and application skills.

The thousand-year-old tutor left it to midday, and Zhou dropped his gaze on the textbooks on world history that he had prepared for himself.