What A Dream Wants

The loud chatter in his classroom was obviously not the best scenario to teach math. There were a few students who did not partake in mindless chit-chat, but their silence did not make the loudness go away, even if the reverse is true. While silence does not make loudness any softer, loudness makes silence disappear.

What could Mr. Methemeticels do? It wasn't like teachers could get their students to listen to them.

Alas, he was merely but a teacher.

"Class, I'm the Geometry Teacher..." He started to sigh. "The first unit yesterday was about the basic shapes and lines. We're continuing that today. Right now, I'm handing out a worksheet for class." He put his hands on his desk, his brown eyes crinkled at the edges, while his wavy brown hair slowly shifting over, onto his forehead.

He depressingly began teaching rays, points, and whatnot, wondering if a ray of sunshine would beam on his life and if there was any point for his life.

. . .

The classroom was talking; Steven was sleeping.

"Hey, Steven."

He woke up, expecting to see Zero.

It was someone else.

He went back to sleep.

"Steven..." The black haired guy begrudgingly said.

Steven opened an eye. He yawned softly.

"Steven, my name is Samjo," Samjo said. "Yesterday, my friend and I sat next to you in breakfast, remember?"

Steven did not remember.

"Oh yeah, hi Samjo," he said politely.

"Are you participating in the duel?" Samjo asked.

"Yeah..."

"What place are you aiming for?"

"Top 5."

"Interesting..." Samjo said, "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did," Steven said, unsure of why he asked that question. He also already bombared him with questions.

Samjo stared.

"No, I mean-" He grumbled.

Steven innocently blinked.

"Okay, so how did you get into this school?" Samjo asked.

"Uhh... I took a test."

Samjo stared in silence, then said, "From my sources, I found out that you entered due to family recommendations."

"Are you saying I failed?" Steven said indignantly. "Can I see your sources? I need to check the validity of the sources."

Samjo wanted to bang his head on the desk a couple of times, but he restrained himself.

"The point is- Since you got in due to external reasons, are you sure you're gonna be fine? The fights are quite perilous." Samjo said.

"Not really," Steven replied honestly. "Why are you asking me this?"

"I dunno," Samjo seemed to be in deep thought. "Have we met before?"

"Hm, okay..." Samjo murmured.

"Hey, Samjo-" A black haired girl walked up. "Hello, Steven!" She acknowledged.

"Wow, you're talking to another person," She opened her mouth in shock, "I didn't know you could talk to others like normal people. You usually put on a cool facade."

"Shut up, Demi." Samjo blushed.

"Actually, he was just asking me if we met before and if I was joining the Freshmen Duel." Steven helpfully added.

Demi laughed heartily.

"Anyways, all I'm saying is be careful. You don't know how hard it'll be..." Samjo words trailed off.

"That's what he said." Demi clicked her tongue.

"Demi..." Samjo stared.

"What?" Demi blinked. "I agree with your statement. Steven, good luck!" She skipped away.

Samjo walked away.

'Welp, Zero, that Liang Tian method better be effective, I gotta at least place Top 5 to get that meal ticket!' Steven encouragely thought to himself.

Steven's mouth watered, and then he fell asleep, dreaming of yummy food.

. . .

"Class, your homework is to-" Mr. Methemeticels started to say, but he realized that if he gave homework he would have to grade it, and due to the fact that some students don't even do the homework, there was no good reason to assign it. By not giving homework, students morales go up, and less work for him.

Indeed, at least Mr. Methemeticels was an intelligent teacher.

'Besides, it wouldn't be my fault if the students failed,' he thought to himself.

Indeed, at least Mr. Methemeticels wasn't a pushover...

He was evil.