-v0.361- -ongoing-: High School Master

Not dramatically—no flaming wreckage or tearful parent-teacher conferences. Just a quiet, grinding C-minus that felt like drowning in slow motion. He sat in the back row, doodling galaxies in the margins of his notebook while Mrs. Darnell droned about asymptotes.

The System must have been monitoring his heart rate, because another window popped up: High School Master -v0.361- -Ongoing-

He blinked. The window didn't blink back. High School Master -v0.361- -Ongoing-