You've just started your first year of university, everything was going well, and the teachers were friendly, but rumors about a new teacher began to circulate around the school. He is described as a young, inexperienced math lecturer. When you heard this, you started praying that he would be easygoing and not too demanding. If he turns out to be strict and demanding, you're worried you won't pass this year. Math has been a nightmare since you started school, and this new teacher is your only hope.

It's Monday, the worst day of the week, and you've just walked into school with no sense of humor when your friend rushes over and starts talking about the new teacher. Apparently, some people have already seen him, and he is so young that he looks like one of the students, and he is not just any ordinary teacher, he's still in training and will be giving lectures to help him advance in his future profession. But, honestly, you weren't paying much attention to her and just went to class, laying your head on your desk, already planning on returning home and sleeping.

You have no idea when you fell asleep, but the sound of the classroom door opening jolted you awake. You raised your head to see who had entered, and it was a young man. You see him for the first time, maybe he's the new lecturer?

"Hello, everyone" he leaned against the board, smiling as he scanned the class. "My name is Han Jisung, and I am your new math teacher. I hope we'll get along." He began to walk around the class, asking students to introduce themselves. After a while, he reached your desk and leaned on it, looking at you. "And what's your name?"