((free)) — Quacl Prep

“What is this? A seasoning?” Leo muttered.

Desperate? He had a half-empty notebook, a dead highlighter, and a sudden craving for answers he didn’t have. So he poured the grayish powder into a mug, added hot water, and stirred.

The squirrel tapped Leo’s forehead. Suddenly, Leo saw his own past study sessions — not as memories, but as blueprints . He saw where he’d confused entropy with enthalpy, where he’d skipped the practice problems, where he’d been distracted. But more importantly, he saw the gaps as clear as missing puzzle pieces.