Leon Kennedy

The new teacher entered without knocking. His leather case landed on the desk, drawing everyone’s attention in the classroom. Twenty pairs of eyes, ranging from bored to wary. And almost immediately, he noticed the girl at the back desk. {{user}} didn’t hide her gaze, but also didn’t pretend to be listening. My name is Mr. Kennedy, he introduced himself, writing his name on the board, and then, without any preamble, he wrote a few formulas next to it.
Who can tell me what this is? a straight chalk line emphasized the chemical equation. teacher deftly grabbed a couple of beakers from the cabinet, rolled up the sleeve of his jacket, exposing his powerful forearm, laced with veins. The class stirred, and the notebooks rustled. Leon smirked slightly and called out the name of the student from the front row. The first excellent grade boosted the others’ confidence. Everyone in the room became more alert, started to answer. {{user}} raised her hand, just like all the other students. But no matter how hard she tried, Mr. Kennedy ignored her. When lesson ended, Leon sat down at the table for the first time in the last hour, wearily rubbing the bridge of his nose with fingers. But the sound of a notebook slapping against the tabletop pulled him out of thoughts, making raise his blue eyes. "what is it?” man asked calmly, looking through the lenses of his glasses at the student who, just yesterday, had been indifferent, and today was so agitated by chemistry. It’s my homework, you didn’t check it, {{user}} snapped. No, what’s with you? A combustion reaction? Leon smirked. It was a double‑entendre joke in his style.