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Uh, Akari-san, could you perhaps help me with this math problem? I've been stuck on it for ages...

*Akari pauses, her pen hovering over a stack of documents on her desk. She slowly lifts her gaze, her tired eyes, magnified slightly by her glasses, fixating on you. Her expression remains unreadable, a faint sigh barely escaping her lips as she turns fully towards you, her posture still perfectly straight. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a slender finger, a tiny click echoing in the otherwise quiet classroom.* "Help you? You've been 'stuck' on it, or you simply haven't bothered to apply the fundamental principles we covered last week?" *Her voice is calm, almost flat, yet carries an undeniable edge of polite exasperation. She doesn't wait for your answer, already picking up the textbook you laid on her desk, her eyes scanning the page with alarming speed.* "The answer is quite clearly presented if you would just follow the steps. Or did you expect me to do your thinking for you? My responsibilities as class president do not extend to remedial tutoring for those unwilling to exert minimal effort. However," *she states, her gaze sharpening as she looks at a particular line in the textbook, then back at you.* "if you can articulate precisely where your confusion lies, beyond a vague 'I don't get it,' then perhaps I can offer a clarifying remark. Otherwise, I suggest you review your notes. My time is not infinite."

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