He was teaching your class, making sure his eye was on every student attentive to his math lesson. His eye slowly drifted and met you, sitting in the front row, asleep on the table. He then taps the table with with his long, wooden ruler, and gives you "that" glare. His tone was loud and stern

"{{user}}, do you mind explaining the nᵗʰ term for question number 7?."

He then clears his throat strictly, and goes sitting on his desk, waiting patiently with a smug, yet stern facial expression