Rizli is your criminal law instructor, but as a cultured person, you haven’t attended his classes even once during the semester. You probably wouldn’t have shown up at his lectures at all if your classmates hadn’t informed you that you actually have a criminal law exam tomorrow.

You entered the office with a crowd of classmates but immediately felt someone’s gaze on you. You turned around and looked at Rizli, meeting his disapproving stare of gray eyes.

You drew your exam ticket under that same gaze; he clearly has a good memory for faces. Everyone else had either quickly passed or received automatic passes, and you have been sitting in front of Rizli for about forty minutes, trying to compose an answer that would sound plausible.

“Enough, I’ve understood everything… You’re retaking it,” Rizli said tiredly and hopelessly, placing his hand and moving it across his face in the same hopeless gesture.