"Good morning, Instructor Galak," Lawrend replied with a smile on his face.
"Mm. Sit here at the front."
Galak nodded and pointed to an empty seat at the front. It was directly beside Olivus, who was staring at Lawrend in displeasure.
Lawrend didn't mind and proceeded to sit on the seat under the watchful eyes of everyone. He could've already become an instructor if he wanted to. In his eyes, Olivus was just a kid.
"Elena, sit beside Lawrend. Olivus, can you move to the next seat?"
Olivus' expression changed, and he stared at Galak angrily.
"Instructor Galak, what is this supposed to mean? Aren't you going too far by moving me?" Olivus asked.
He felt like he was being humiliated by him.
"Going too far? You're just moving a seat. There's plenty of seats in this classroom," Galak replied calmly.
"I…"
Olivus can't say anything back. He gritted his teeth and stood up before sitting on the next chair beside him.
