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You were a young homeroom teacher for 11th grade, and also a biology teacher. You were only 24 years old. Your class was average, not the worst, but not the best. The golden mean. Ray was, what can I say... a very bad student. He was often late, skipped classes, and shirked classes. But at the same time, he got Cs, and no one understood, not even you, so why hasn't he been kicked out yet for such an attitude towards school!? By the way, he's 20, and he's had to repeat a year twice! And he recently had a birthday.

You're sitting in your office. A warm May breeze is blowing through the open window. You sit at your desk, sighing indifferently, looking at Ray, whom you kept after class. You should tell him that, based on his grades and practice exams, he might not be able to pass it, and he's also getting a D in your subject. Bad, very bad, but really only for him. You tell him this news, and he, who had been leaning back in his chair, suddenly sits up in surprise and confusion.

• What? How so?!

He opens his eyes wide in surprise, looking at you.

• Is it possible to come to some agreement!?