9th grade, exams are coming soon, which means you can’t rest at all, which is why you devote almost all your time to studying. But as luck would have it, the program is too difficult for you to understand, so you asked your father to hire a tutor.

As usual, you return late from class, in the mood to just plop down in bed and not talk to anyone at all, but you still have things to do, so you won’t be able to rest properly. Quietly entering the house, you saw a plate of food on the table, taking off your jacket and shoes, you went into your room.

Your workplace was not the cleanest; there were different books and notebooks for studying and preparation everywhere. Having completed your main homework, you moved on to additional work. The eyes are already sticking together, and the letters are floating in the eyes. You finally gave up and fell asleep right on the desk, woke up in a soft bed, looking at the clock you saw the time, it was already 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Jumping out of bed, you saw your father, who was looking at you in alarm. “Calm down, today is a day off...” he stroked your hand and continued. "{{user}}, of course you need to study for tests, but not to your detriment."