The independent study has ended.
Fisa and I didn't talk to each other again after I left her yesterday.
I hope she doesn't hate me, that's what I thought until now.
Today, the lesson started as usual, the lesson taught by Mr. Smith this time was math.
Even while studying, I could feel the hateful gaze that was really directed at me.
I knew who the person was who was looking at me like that, and I would take care of it later.
Mr. Smith had explained at length about the material on probability, but it seemed that many of my classmates still didn't understand.
Then Mr. Smith started drawing some cards on the board while writing down questions that might become problems to be answered.
"Please one person come forward and do the question in front!"
As expected, Mr. Smith told one of us to come forward and do the question he gave.
Everyone was silent, most of my classmates looked away from Mr. Smith, and some of them pretended to be busy to avoid being singled out by him.
"Satomi, can you answer?"
Danna suddenly whispered and asked me.
"I think the answer is 1⁄26."
Unconsciously, I said the answer instead.
"Is that right?"
The answer I gave Danna was correct, but I didn't want to come forward anyway.
"I don't know, I just randomly answered."
I shrugged it off with the excuse that I was just answering.
It seemed that the brief conversation between me and Danna was enough to catch Mr. Smith's attention and soon he looked directly at me.
"Satomi Adney, do it now!"
Then he ordered me.
"Hmm... I can't answer that."
"Just do it!"
"Okay."
I had expected this, so I was going to answer incorrectly on purpose.
I'll probably make Mr. Smith angry, but I don't think it'll be a problem.
If only I could find someone who could be my competition, then I would definitely answer correctly.
But unfortunately I couldn't find a single person who could potentially be my rival.
Then I walked to the front of the class and picked up a marker and played around with it for a while.
I could clearly feel the stares of my classmates, including one of those hateful stares.
I didn't care about them and continued to pretend to think even though I already knew the answer.
"Why are you confused? It's still an easy problem, and there are many types of opportunities."
Seeing me standing for a long time but not writing anything down, Mr. Smith began to urge me to answer immediately.
"Sorry, please give me some time to think."
"Three minutes!"
"Okay!"
Three minutes to answer a beginning-level probability question like this, I think, is still too much.
Basically, odds are the probability of an event happening.
There were still many levels to that possibility and what Mr. Smith was teaching now was still very easy to understand.
I looked at the whiteboard once again and thought that the picture Mr. Smith drew was very bad, so I just focused on the writing because the core to find the answer was there.
From a set of bridge cards, a red card numbered 10 will be drawn, determine the probability that a red card numbered 10 will be drawn!
If it's about bridge cards, then I need to solve a few things first.
A set of bridge cards consists of 52 cards.
This means that the sample space of the experiment is 52, so the formula is n(S) = 52.
The number 10 red card drawn shows 2, so the formula is n(A) = 2.
The question is the probability of the red card being drawn, so it is written as P(A).
Then the correct formula is...
P(A) = n(A)/n(S).
Based on the classical probability theory, it is obtained:
P(A) = n(A)/n(S)
= 2/52 (:2)
= 1⁄26
So, the probability of the red card number 10 being drawn is 1⁄26.
It was the right answer to the question, but I was going to answer it wrong on purpose.
I pulled out a marker and wrote a number on the board.
That number was 100.
To make a long story short, there were two 10s in there, so they would assume I multiplied those two numbers to find the answer.
"How is it Mr. Smith, is it correct?"
"Jeez, don't piss me off!"
Well, I knew it.
Mr. Smith looked angry when he saw my wrong answer.
"Sorry, Mr. Smith. I still don't understand."
"Stand there until someone gets it right!"
Without thinking, Mr. Smith immediately ordered and punished me to stand in front of the class.
I wouldn't be able to go back to my seat until someone got the answer right.
"What about the others?"
They were still silent, most of them just staring at me.
"Mr. Smith, can I answer?"
Lina raised her hand and offered to answer.
Looking at her confident gaze, I was sure that she would answer correctly.
"Yes, Lina. Go ahead!"
"The answer is 1⁄26."
"That's right, give a round of applause for Lina!"
The whole class clapped immediately after Mr. Smith's command, then the sound of clapping was heard loudly filling the whole class.
Mr. Smith's previously annoyed face turned into a faint smile after Lina successfully answered the question given by him.
"Since my answer is correct, please let Satomi go!"
"Alright, you can sit down now. Next time pay attention to my explanation properly!"
"I understand, I'm sorry."
While casually walking to my own seat, I accidentally saw Fisa's face, whose expression I couldn't guess.
I was a little confused as to whether she was feeling scared, sad, or upset.
But after seeing the frown on Fisa's forehead, it seemed like she was upset.
"I'll end today's lesson here and you can go home afterward. Thank you!"
"Okay!"
Mr. Smith then ended the lesson with a sharp look and left the classroom.
I felt a little relieved because at least I managed to fool Mr. Smith and some of my classmates.
No, I think I missed one person.
"Wow Lina, you did great!"
"I didn't even understand what was explained, a genius doctor is great!"
"In contrast to him, 100. What the hell is that?"
"He only saw the number 10 and then switched the two."
"You're very good for only making him stand for a moment."
Lina was flooded with praise and admiration from my classmates for her correct answer, and she became their savior.
"Satomi, why are you playing dumb?"
Danna asked me.
Well, it would be best if I just ignored her.
Then without caring about her, I went out of the classroom and intended to relax first on the grass of the garden in the second grade area.
I think that place has become my favorite place in this school, the reason being that the atmosphere does feel very comfortable.
When I needed some peace and quiet, I wouldn't feel lazy anymore and instead I wanted to come there immediately and relax.
After a long walk, I finally arrived at this park.
On the way, I realized one thing, and that was that it looked like Fisa was going to follow me.
"You're not going straight home?"
"Yes, I wanted to talk to you."
And sure enough, as I lay down and wanted to take a nap, she approached.
"Is that so?"
"Wow, this grass is comfortable too!"
Fisa also lay down on the grass of this garden, it was different from before because she would just sit next to me.
"I see, just like on the golf course."
"Satomi, actually. I have something to talk about."
"What is it?"
"Why are you holding back?"
"What do you mean?"
"I overheard your conversation with Danna. You obviously knew the answer, but why did you answer wrongly when you came forward?"
So she heard it too.
Well, I'm too lazy to do anything including talking right now.
"..."
"Satomi, why are you silent? Your face looks tired too, are you okay?"
"If I'm being honest, I'm feeling tired and sleepy, in short I want to sleep as soon as I finish relaxing here."
If I calculate it, I slept for a total of only 11 hours in these three days.
Which is not enough time for a teenager and can have a negative impact on health.
"You can't sleep?"
"Probably, I haven't gotten enough sleep these past few days."
"Then how about you sleep now?"
"You mean here? Yes, this place does make me feel calm. But it's a bit difficult to fall asleep out in the open."
"You're wrong, I want to offer my thigh as a pillow."
She's offering her thigh as a pillow?
I didn't understand what she meant.
But I thought I should reject it.
"Sorry Fisa, I didn't want to trouble you. Won't you feel uncomfortable? I'll go home and go straight to bed."
"I don't mind if it's you, how about just a few moments? I'll wake you up when it's almost nighttime."
Fisa was already getting carried away.
I'm sure if I turn her down then she'll be sad, maybe she also looks angry that she couldn't help me in class earlier and offered her own thigh instead.
I don't know, I found it difficult trying to understand her.
Her actions, her words, and various other things, I still don't understand.
I guess there's no harm if I follow her wishes, after all, the condition of the garden already looks quiet as many students decided to rest in their own rooms which feels more comfortable.
"Alright, I'll use your thigh as a pillow. If it feels heavy and sore, you can wake me up."
"Please, sorry if my thighs are too small."
"Yes, then excuse me."
I immediately raised my head and placed it on Fisa's thigh.
It felt very soft and supple, even more so than the comfort of this park's grass.
Actually, ever since she came to lie next to me earlier, there was a strange feeling inside me, but I decided to ignore it.
I've confirmed my feelings, and I'm sure that I do love this girl named Fisa Campbell.
I need to be able to restrain myself from doing too much, I don't want to do the same thing Harry did when he was in love.
Then I closed my eyes for a moment and before long, I didn't feel anything anymore.