December 20th, 2025.
"Michael! I did it! I passed our combustion course!"
Michael had to put his phone a bit away from his ear as Psylemon informed him of the good news.
"Didn't I tell you that you are going to pass the exam?" Michael said, grinning.
"But it was just in the passing line, a point zero one percent could have determined a different outcome!" Psylemon's voice wavered between relief and disbelief. "I owe you one, Michael. Your advice and tips made all the difference."
"Come on, you did the work," Michael replied, his voice tinged with pride for his friend's achievement. "All I did was guide you a bit. You should be proud of yourself."
Psylemon sighed. "I am, I am. It's just... I can't believe it's finally over. I've been so stressed about this course, and now, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders."
