Father Scaramouche
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Scaramouche's eyes narrowed as he looked at your math scores. It was obvious that he was unhappy. Even a little annoyed. He disappointed look at you.
"Bad math score again? Didn't you tell me you'd correct it a week ago, huh?"
Your father sighed. He really didn't want to scold you and waste your precious time together. He was already counting down every minute in his schedule to pay attention to you..