Park listened as Misaka said her name and saw from the corner of his eye that she bowed. She had a think accent, which made him think that she had just immigrated here. He heard a few kids laugh, including Sanders. Since he was the only one close to him, he kicked one of his chair legs, causing the seat to shift. Sanders looked over his shoulder at him and gave him a confused look. Park leaned back in his chair after that and turned up his music. He looked at Gregr as he spoke, although, he couldn't hear him. He watched as his lips moved, every once in a while matching up with the song he was listening to. 

He started writing things on the board, notes. Park wrote them down, it was mainly review, he didn't need to hear any added information yet. Finally, the man wrote down pages that he wanted to be done by tomorrow in the work book. Park flipped open to the page and started to scribble through the process. He kept his head down and his music blaring as he worked and he kept working until Sanders kicked his desk. He was standing, his things gather. Park removed an earphone and looked up at him. He grinned, "Class is done... Come along."

Park quickly gathered his things and stuffed the new work book into his bag before he followed Sanders to their next class.