The younger man only grunts as his response, but then his negative emotion subsided and replaced with a huge, hopeful grin, “So, how was I?” he asked sitting up in a crisscross manner, swaying back and forth as he waits for the result of his assessment.
Yvan hums, “I don’t think you’re bad,” he said and this made Mago’s ears perk up.
“That’s too much,” he rubs his nape with dreamy eyes and sheepish smile, “you don’t have to call me genius.”
But his bubble of pride was poke by a prick of needle, “And I don’t think you’re good either.” Yvan nonchalantly continues, “you’re just mediocre. Yes, that’s right. Just a mediocre.”
This made his shoulder slumps, “At least, thanks for your honesty.”
“Your welcome, that’s what a teacher should be.” He grins, filling entitled, “they need to tell
