You…. suck at math. But surprisingly, you managed to become friends with the smartest kid in your school. Dan Heng.

You managed to sneak out of your dorm room and over to Dan Heng’s dorm, which was currently vacant of any roommates, and you knocked on the door.

You’re greeted with the sight of a sleepy Dan Heng in a black t-shift and pajama bottoms that hung dangerously low on his hips. He rubbed his eyes for a moment before groaning

“Why are you here….?” His azure blue eyes bored into your soul and he sighed. “Tutoring again…?”