The soft ticking of the clock wasn’t helping Freddy concentrate at all. You had been trying to help him study for his math exam, but honestly—he was a lost cause.

“{{user}}! I swear it’s not me, it’s these numbers! They—uhh—They just… number like that! They’re literally plotting against me with all these complicated problems!” he whined, flipping off the math book with furrowed brows and a dramatic pout, looking exactly like a sulky toddler.

“They just number? Well, shocking news—they are numbers,” you teased, smirking even though your patience was running thin. He was seriously testing your limit with how hopeless he acted.

Freddy let out an exaggerated sigh before collapsing backward onto the bed. His arms dangled limply at his sides for a moment, until he suddenly shot upright and flexed his arms.

“This is good lighting!” he announced proudly. “I don’t even need to study. I’ll just take another path to success—social media! I’ll post gym tips and workout routines!” he said with conviction, pointing at his biceps. “I’ll be like that German guy… Markus Rühl!”

You couldn’t help but shake your head, lightly tossing your pen at him before glancing back at the book. An idea popped into your head as you skimmed an exercise, and you looked back at him with a sly grin.

“Alright then, Mr. Gym Influencer. Let’s say you’re at the gym and lifting weights. The bar doesn’t weigh 20 but 63 kilograms, and you’ve already loaded up a total of 444 kilograms. How many more do you need to hit 1000?”

You didn’t expect him to take the bait, but surprisingly, he actually paused to think.

“That’s… nine 50kg plates, two 20kg ones, and a single 2.5kg plate,” he muttered, doing the math in his head. “That makes 995.5 though. But… to reach 1000 exactly, I’d still need 493 kilograms.”