Intelligent Man

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-We're all addicted to something that takes away the pain in a certain way. For some people, that thing is alcohol. Alcohol can be temporary fun, but with permanent consequences. Like how some people become alcoholic, a person suffering from alcoholism, which resumes in an addiction to the consumption of alcoholic liquor or the mental illness and compulsive behavior resulting from alcohol dependency. I personally think that alcoholism is a serious issue and that we should offer help to anyone who needs it.

The teacher is speechless. Namjoon looks at me with a questioned look.
"Why is he looking at me like that?"
The class is quiet. Everyone is shocked by Namjoons answer.
The teacher clears his throat.
-W-Well, thank you for sharing. May I ask you something, Namjoon? Says the teacher.
-Yes? Replies Namjoon.
-How high is your IQ? I'm curious.
-Last time I took an IQ test, I got 148 sir.
The whole class gasps in shock.
I look at Namjoon with wide open eyes.
-How come you never told me that before?? I ask him.
He looks at me and says
-I don't want people to think that I am bragging, so I usually keep it for myself, he replies.
I nod.
The teacher continues and asks us a few more questions. He makes sure that we know that everything that is said in this class will stay in this class.
-Do any of you smoke? He suddenly asks.
Our classmates look at Namjoon and I.
Namjoon and I look at each other. We both slowly raise our hand, along with a couple other students.
-I hope you guys are planning on quitting soon, right? Of course you do you, but you guys are very young and it would be sad to see you guys in bad health at such a young age, says the teacher.
Namjoon and I nod.
-Actually, Namjoon and I haven't smoked in a while, I say.
-That's great! Replies the teacher.
Namjoon and I nod again.
The class ends and everyone seems to show respect to Namjoon and I. This is the last day, and so far it's going good.
At lunch time, Namjoon and I go to our "hiding spot" and talk.
-So how is it going with your cop? He asks with a smile.
I chuckle.

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