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Which was ironic, because Mana was also a mathematical prodigy.

Mana, sitting cross-legged on his white leather couch with her platform boots kicked off, snorted. “You’re thinking like a robot, prez. Math isn’t about rules. It’s about vibes .” Mana Izumi Gal Tutor

Mana pressed the elevator button. “Because the world only listens to you if you’re loud or if you’re rich. I’m not rich. So I chose loud.” She stepped inside, then turned. “Besides, someone has to teach the smart kids how to have fun. See you Thursday, prez. We’re doing imaginary numbers. Bring bubble tea.” Which was ironic, because Mana was also a

“Told ya. Gyaru magic.”

“And you’re about to pass your exam,” she shot back, flashing a peace sign. “Now solve for x like you’re asking it on a date. Be smooth.” Math isn’t about rules

Kaito stared. “You’re personifying mathematics.”

Kaito’s father looked at the paper, then at his son—who, for the first time in years, was not cowering.