This teacher was a very rigid old woman who specialized in telekinesis research. "Chen Fan, is my class really that boring?"
"No! It's very interesting. I was so absorbed in listening that I didn't even realize you were calling my name." Chen Fan lied with his eyes wide open. His classmates were already used to it, and some of the girls secretly laughed.
The teacher glared at him, and Chen Fan knew he had really brought trouble upon himself. He had finally come up with such a good excuse, too.
"Then explain the unique characteristics and vector relationships of an individual's real AIM Field in telekinesis."
She was obviously trying to make things difficult for him, but Chen Fan immediately answered everything. He had read up on this kind of material over the past few days. Seeing that he answered so easily and got everything right, the teacher had no way to pick on him further and told him to sit down.
Fukiyose Seiri looked at Chen Fan in surprise. "How did you know that? It has nothing to do with your esper ability, does it?"
Thinking of calculating things for Teacher Komoe, Chen Fan suddenly felt dizzy, and his expression turned ugly. He waved a hand at Fukiyose Seiri. "Don't ask. I don't want to talk about it."
Seeing Chen Fan's ugly expression, Fukiyose Seiri thought he had some kind of illness, though it did not seem to be the case.
"What have you been busy with lately? Why do you disappear after school?" Fukiyose Seiri asked Chen Fan after class.
"I've been helping Teacher Komoe these past few days, so I haven't had much spare time."
Fukiyose Seiri looked at Chen Fan. "When will you be done?"
"In the next couple of days, probably. Is something wrong?" Chen