Smiling Sun (3)

The brown haired girl was pouting angrily. Her nose was crinkled up in deep concentration and she was staring at her book as if reading every line. A pale boy was sitting next to her, trying to figure out what she was doing.

"Are you alright?" he asked, feeling worried for his friend.

"It's 1000, right?" she asked. "Ten times ten is thousand right?"

The boy facepalmed himself.

"It's 100, silly!" he exclaimed. "How can someone be so good in studies but so bad in maths?"

"What can I say?" the girl sighed. "I am a miracle of nature."

She nodded proudly, making the boy groan. He playfully twisted her ear.

"Practice more!" he told her. "You can do it!"

"Shinho, both of us know that I'm hopeless in maths," the girl nodded. "Ever since my birth, it's been a natural talent for me to fail in maths. It's in my genes. I got it from my mom, after all."