"Now then who can finish this problem? How about you, handsome? Can you do it?" The young instructor called out for the tenth time to Creige. Every time he walked down to the board, she would try to get very close to him. Creige was trying his best not to punch the instructor out the window. But the last thing he wanted to do was start a commotion. Even his current seat, for some reason, all the females in the class had moved to sit near him. They even bullied some of the men out of their seats in order to surround him.
Looking at the problem on the board, Creige flatly said: "No."
"Come on up, handsome. Even if you do not know, I can teach you how to do it." The instructor smiled sweetly, but Creige still did not move. He had finally gotten tired of it all.
