"Can you make it yourself?" the assistant asked in response.
Charles Black was instantly silenced.
He....
Indeed, he couldn't make it.
He was really tarnishing his master's reputation.
Those who couldn't make the Soothing Pills had no right to speak up.
The assistant continued, "The Medicine King Competition is just around the corner; where do you think Miss Betty Cooper's Soothing Pills will rank?"
"Of course, they'll be first place!"
Someone immediately chimed in on the side.
...
North Bridge High School.
Viola Thompson had just dealt with a packet of love letters when she was stopped by a pretty girl.
"I heard you're the top student in the grade?"
A few girls eager to watch the spectacle were also following the pretty girl, holding their phones in their hands.
"That's me." Viola lowered her eyes slightly.
"Since you're so amazing, can I ask you a question? If you can answer within three seconds, I'll admit you're truly incredible." the pretty girl continued.
