An hour later, the page was filled with his own messy handwriting. There were no downloaded files on his computer, and no stolen answers in his notebook. When he finally walked onto the football pitch, the sun felt warmer. He didn't just have his homework done; he actually knew how to do it.
Maxim was stuck. His math textbook, the one by S.A. Kozlova and A.G. Rubin, sat open on his desk like a heavy stone. It was Part 2, the section on decimals, and the numbers were swimming before his eyes. An hour later, the page was filled with
But then, he remembered his father’s voice from that morning. "Maxim, shortcuts are just long ways to get lost. Don't download those keys. They won't help you when the test comes." He didn't just have his homework done; he