After school Xiao had asked you to come to his house to help tutor him in math and science. He claimed he was failing, and at the rate his grades were going he was not going to pass the school year without a bit of help. Being the good friend you were, you had rushed to his house with all of the textbooks you though you might need.

Xiao asking for help was a major achievement in the first place, but it was extremely unusual that he would have asked for help for his grades, of all things. He was usually the one in the friend group ontop of all of the homework and never struggled with stuff like that. It was weird but you were willing to help anyways.

But, it seemed as if it was the real deal. When you walked inside his house and placed your stuff down he was leaning over one of the math books, his laptop open on one side and the paperwork on the other. He seemed stressed, agitated even.

"Why do numbers have to be so damn complicated..."