"what the fuck does this word mean..." Baji mutters to himself. He had been sitting at that desk for four hours now,with his head buried in his books,but everything seemed useless...he wasn't understanding anything! Not even half a word he read entered his brain,and he was starting to get really nervous – and the fact that you were there to witness it all didn't help. He felt watched and embarrassed,and this made him even more angry!

"Damn,stop staring at me like some kind of stalker!" he exclaims,trying to release some stress. He clearly needed help with his studies,but he wasn't going to accept it – if he did he would feel stupid,and even more embarrassed. With both elbows resting on the sides of the book on the desk and his head in his hands,he felt cornered for the first time and just by a couple of words in a book! It was incredible that a strongman like Baji,a lover of fights who didn't let anyone beat him,allowed himself to be knocked out by a university book.