Chapter 15: Excuse me?

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Blah Blah Blah...

Calculate some random angle...

It's called the whatever inator..

Perry the platypus...

Isabella...

Her cute blush...

''Mr Flynn! Excuse me?''

I shot up from my seat.

''It's 36 degrees!''

People around me laughed.

What?

''Mr Flynn, if you are a genius and already calculated the angle to shoot a rifle from ground level to a flying platypus, why don't you tell us the answer to the velocity of Perry the platypus then?''

''280 m/s.''

Everyone gasped.

Dr Doofenshmirtz spat out the water he just drank.

''SIT DOWN, YOUNG MAN!''

I took a seat.

''What was that?'' Isabella placed her hands together, obviously impressed.

I stroked my hair.

''Just Physics.'' I pointed to my head.

Year 2 just started once more, this time, more advanced than year 1.

And obviously the first period is Physics.

Starting off with a bang, eh?

''Alright, class dismissed, you can go home now, get lost.''

''Sir, we still have les-'' Adyson pointed out

''Yes, yes, get lost.''

Everyone trooped out of from the laboratory, while folding their lab coats back into their bags.

''Say, Doof really had a bad day, didn't he?''

''Yeah, he sure does.''

Trudging back to class, we had our most despised lesson, or should I say, my most despised lesson? English.

I opened my locker on the way to empty some of my Physics stuff.

What's the use of the lab coats for every Physics lesson, by the way.

''Phin?''

''Mhm?''

I pulled back a little, so I could see Isabella.

''You.. wanna.. go for a date tonight? I mean, I cleared all my schedule..''

''Sure, Izzy, you're the best.'' I gave her a quick kiss.

She seemed pretty happy with herself when I returned to collect some stuff from my locker.

As I was just saying, it's a real pity that we have a good teacher teaching a boring subject.

Ms Ang, our English teacher, is by far the most lenient teacher I have ever met.

At least better than Doof.

Doof.

Nice name.

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''Phin, I'm back!'' she literally sang as I set down the plate of salmon spaghetti on the table.

''Great, Izzy, clean up first'' I desperately tried to hide the table behind me, although it won't cover much since the balcony is situated straight in front of the door.

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