How did these people KNOW these things? Daichi stared in awe at the students in the class that answered the questions before looking at the portrait of that shake guy when another portrait came in view.

Again, the boy was lost as he scratched the back of his non-itchy neck. The more he looked at the man in the portrait the more his thoughts trailed away and towards the duck pond. Mweh he'd rather play with Floppy than guess who that man was.

Seriously, who is he? Maybe he should just take notes? yeah... Grabbing his fwooper quill he wrote on a piece of parchment but soon found out that the things he wrote were more little doodles than actual notes.