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Deciding to end the free period, you stroll a few rooms over to your math class with Mrs. Underwood, taking a seat just before the bell rings.
“Alright class,” begins Ms. Underwood as class commences. “Hope you all had a good morning. Can anyone tell me something about the equation I put up on the board?”
No one raises their hand at all. Ms. Underwood seems a little annoyed but immediately fixes her gaze on you, perhaps now that you changed reality so that you are no longer smart.
“Emilia? Do you have anything to say about this? Anything?”