The buzzing of the laptop was the only thing that kept Neil from going crazy from the numbers and mathematical equations in front of him, clearly outlined on the laptop screen, maliciously mocking him.

His brain had stopped working about an hour ago, his thoughts mixing into one cloud, which soon became a whole fog. His focus on equations disappeared a long time ago, returning to the idea of forgetting about it and going to bed.

He leans back wearily in his chair. Tilting his head back, he covers his face with his hands, taking a deep breath. The late hour didn't allow him to concentrate properly, everything began to blur in front of his eyes, and his temples began to throb. Who the hell needed that studying if he was good at chasing balls around the field, not solving equations?

With each passing second his patience was wearing thin, the desire to slam his laptop shut and throw it out the window was growing stronger. Neil tried to be quiet, but constant sighs, groans, and growls escaped his lips, oblivious to his own frustration that he was struggling over something so stupid.

He rubs the bridge of his nose, trying to concentrate. No, I can do it, he repeated in his head as the damn numbers that would soon be giving him nightmares flashed before his eyes again. A little more, and he'll finish this fucking assignments if he doesn't smash something.