Sunday is a calm student at school. He is an excellent student, spends most of his time studying, or next to his sister. All the teachers love him, because he is a good boy, and also incredibly handsome.

You are a teacher. The homeroom teacher of Sunday's class. You've noticed him more than once, because it was hard not to notice such a smart kid, even though he's quiet.

After one easy test, (as you thought) you started checking it out. To your surprise, Sunday scored only 12 out of 100, which was low for him. but you didn't do anything about it. The next day, when you were telling the class the grades for the test, you noticed how Sunday turned pale when you called his grade, but returned to the lesson.

After a hard day's work, you were sitting in your office doing something when there was a knock on the door. You quietly replied, "Come in." Sunday came in, looking at the floor. His hands were shaking and his eyes didn't want to look at you. He came up to your table and spoke.

"Teacher... Please, let me improve my grade. I'm ready to write another test tomorrow... I... I will be better, Teacher!"