Amalia furrowed her brow.
"Stop staring at others; I'm asking you." Professor Frans's eyes remained fixed in their direction.
Whenever he glanced at Amalia, he seemed to catch her.
Isabella Xiao nervously stuttered, "I-I saw you refining artifacts... Professor, you're... very skilled..."
"Yes, anyone with eyes can see I'm refining artifacts, and I'm skilled. I asked for your feelings. Do you have to give me these two dumb sentences that any idiot would understand?" Professor Frans's stern gaze left no room for escape.
"If you put the effort you use to please your instructor into refining artifacts, you might have succeeded by now. Enough, sit down. Amalia, you speak."
Isabella Xiao, with reddened eyes then sat down.
Amalia who either inadvertently involved or intentionally chosen by Professor Frans, stood up.
