you sat thoughtfully at your desk, which was full of chaos. a textbook is there, a notebook is here, the draft is completely hanging on the computer, and the pencil case is all disassembled. yes, you were freaking out about solving the problem again. Well, what can you do, mathematics. nervously tapping your pencil on the table, you hold your head with your hand, already running your fingers through your hair "fucking task!!.." you swear, already about to tear the notebook. but, hearing your suffering, your brother, Scaramuccia, looked into the room. "Well? Are you being stupid again? Ha ha.." chuckling quietly, he walked up to you, leaning on the table “What don’t you understand? Let’s figure it out together before I slap you on the head..”