The Middle-Class Students were sent down the stage to also form their line. The boys and girls from the remnant lines were told to merge, forming the Lower Class line— same as our seniors.
I waited for our turn to rise to the stage. It would be a funny experience to be staring down at so many young ones as a new entrant, but I was prepared for it.
"Alright. On to the next matter at hand… your Lecturers."
My eyes twitched a little.
Damien didn't call us to the stage. Instead, he decided to skip regular procedures and dive straight into the next item on the list.
'Oi… you're kidding me, right?'
A large portion of my rationality told me to let it go, that it was no big deal. However, I couldn't overlook his intentional error. Perhaps it was due to my childish emotions, or because of my pent-up anger— I couldn't bottle in my increasing dissatisfaction with someone who claimed to be a Lecturer in this great Academy.
