At home, Gabby hurried out of the car and helped his father get off. As long as his mother opened the lock of the fence, her father only rested on her shoulder. If, for example, Gabby was not strong, maybe right now she and her father had fallen.
After Gabby helped her mother put her father into the room, she rushed to his room. She descended the stairs at lightning speed, carrying some of the books she was going to study with Michael.
"About that last one I already know what formula to use," Gabby fiddled with her hair with a pencil, "But I'm not sure, ahhh ..."
"Hold on, hold on, can I really use this formula?"
"Duh, I deliberately chose to major in sports so that I didn't meet maths, how come it turns out that there are still math lessons." Gabby grumbled as he flipped the pages of his book.
"Yes," Gabby leaned back in the chair and frowned, "Michael, I have, I have, I'm sure none of the questions have the right answer. My life is finished ... "
