The Math Teacher thought Si Ang had told Richie the answer and intended to have Richie stand up and explain how he had solved the problem.
"You there, sitting beside him, please help me wake Richie up. I have more questions for him.
"Isn't it rather rude of him to sleep so brazenly right under his teacher's nose without permission? Or does Richie simply have no respect for his teacher?"
The Math Teacher spoke like a machine gun from the podium, leaving Richie no room to maneuver before branding him disrespectful to his teachers.
At Eden Academy, where manners and upbringing were particularly important, such disrespect toward a teacher was utterly inelegant.
Si Ang remained expressionless. He gently nudged Richie's little arm and spoke in a soft, gentle tone he had never used before.
"Richie, don't go to sleep just yet. The Math Teacher wants you to explain exactly how you approached this problem!"
Richie lifted his head with some difficulty, but there was no displeasure on his face.
Si Ang was a little afraid Richie would get angry. After all, when Second Son Damian had woken Richie yesterday, Richie had looked positively murderous and ended up accidentally hurting himself.
Si Ang did not want Richie to repeat yesterday's mistake, especially since the injury on Richie's head had yet to heal.
If he accidentally suffered another injury before the old one healed, Richie would have to suffer all over again.
Besides, the person at the podium was the Math Teacher, who was not someone they could confront head-on.
Taking all this into account, Si Ang abandoned his usual overbearing manner and commanding tone, gently calling to Richie in a soft voice.
In truth, Richie had not been angry yesterday because someone had woken him up. He had been angry because