My hair flapped behind me as I flew to school on my magic controlled jet fighter, the cockpit open...I'm starting to love this mode of transportation...saves a lot of time.

as I arrived I dropped down on the roof of the school vanishing the fighter into my shield.

Hehe, TIme...

It's my nth first day at school. once I complete my introduction I make my way to my seat ignoring all the stairs that I seem to be receiving. Why are they staring at me anyway?

This was going to be a long day I sighed as I sat down on my assigned seat.

BOOOOORED...

I zoned out as the teacher began to repeat what I've heard several times over. I could probably ace the exams already.

"Miss Akemi. If you find my class so boring why don't you come over and solve this problem here?

The teacher barked at me. "Or perhaps, you'd like to come up here and teach the class how to answer the question?"

I blinked as he found myself standing up from my seat calmly, the entire class gazing at me with a mix of surprise and awe, I slowly began walking up to the teacher, stopped in front of the man and grinned as I swiped the marker from the teacher.

Wait I remember this teacher. He was the one who forced me to answer questions in the first few timelines after I left the hospital and didn't have enough time to study anything. He Humiliated me...

I wonder what would happen if I did this...

"Why didn't you say so! If it'll save us all some time!"

I glanced at the board and realized it was a twisted combination of Algebra and Pythagorean problematic equation...

"Now you see, the problem here isn't the problem, the problem is the problem of the problem." I started, all the while I had begun writing on the board.

"Tell me, did these old philosophers have so much free time that the only thing they could do was create problems for people to solve?" I asked, while simultaneously answering the question as my hands moved in a manner that indicated that I have done it countless times. and I did..just not in this timeline.

But to others, it appeared as though I was cracking a complicated mathematical problem with a breeze.

"Now students have all have the problem of a problem, created by men with no problems in order to solve the problem of their absence of a problem, not even considering the problems caused by their problem of no problem. Can you see the problem with that?"

'Oh this is so much fun..' Internally I was laughing like a madman or girl.

"So now our dearest teacher has asked me to solve the problem meant for the class, in order to avoid the problem that he's a forty-year-old man teaching uptight brats and earning minimum wage while he could be out there accomplishing his dreams in life."

I turned and stared at the teacher as I slowly placed the marker back in his hands.

"So the problem with you Teacher, is that you dedicated your entire life to solving the problems created by old men."

I found myself enjoying the slack-jawed expression on the man's face as he did confirm that I had answered the question correctly.

Why didn't I do this before? This was so much fun.

"Just as how the only benefit of getting a Degree in Philosophy is to help one think deeply about being unemployed, you should have realized that a degree in mathematics is while correct and noble as it is, ultimately, like the problems in the subject itself, it is useless and impractical for someone who dreams of becoming a rich successful entrepreneur."

With those words, I turned around did THE HAIR FLIP. and returned to my seat stoically.

I stretched backwards as I crossed my legs on my table and placed my hands behind my head as I wore a wolfish smirk.

There was something strangely fascinating about watching the entire glass gape at me like a fish out of the water while the teacher stared at the marker in his hand like it had killed his puppy.

"Class Dismissed…" the teacher murmured like a dead man quietly as he walked out with a rain-cloud over his head...

Revenge was sweet.

The class was silent for all of five seconds before erupting into a pandemonium.