After returning to his room, and thinking a little, Christian's irritation quickly faded, as upon reflection, he realized that his sister had worked for ten years, so one more month wouldn't make much of a difference.
Christian then walked toward his bed and lay down, he revisited his immediate goals. First, he needed to make more money to convince his sister to stop working and share his plans of not going to university. Second, he wanted to try having a conversation with Olivia's mother, or better yet, Eva.
Thinking things over again, he realized there was nothing more to his goals for now. So, he opened his status window to check his progress.
[Idle System]
Host: Christian White
Level: 12 (EXP: 100/5.500)
Age: 18
Constitution: 7
Comprehension: 38
Unassigned Points: 0
Skills: Intermediate Trading Lv.7(85%) , Passion Reader Lv.- , Intermediate Program Hacking Lv.2(40%) , Basic Kinetix Body Building Lv.2(20%) , High School Knowledge Lv.10(Max)
Idle practicing slots:(0/3)
Looking at his level which was raised today and become twelve, Christian thought about the fourth Idle Slot. Would he get one by level twenty, or would it take even longer? The irregular pattern so far didn't help at all, leaving him feeling a bit troubled.
Then looking at the constitution which had increased by one point previously, he felt happy, relieved that he didn't need to waste an unassigned point on it.
The skills hadn't changed much for now, but the Intermediate Trading skill was nearing level ten and would eventually become the first to advance. Christian was looking forward to that moment, as the experience he would be getting then should have a huge increase.
Then there was the Basic Kinetix Body Building skill, which was progressing at a snail's pace compared to others, even slower than the Intermediate Program Hacking. However, since it was the only skill he was currently using to train his body, it was indispensable. And maybe it would give him super power eventually?
But aside from his body, he thought he might consider learning some martial arts once his Trading skill became advanced enough or when he got the fourth slot. Because even though his body was getting stronger, he was still just an amateur at fighting. Apparently, a strong body didn't necessarily equate to strong fighting power.
…
Five days passed.
Christian was now sitting in his chair at school, waiting for the class to start. He Waiting for it pass quickly, and for the school to end like usual.
Still since the class hadn't started yet, he couldn't help but overhear some of the conversations his classmates were having. Starting from ones discussing the last assessment they had, Then some of them went as far as discussing attending New York University and how their lives would change.
But Christian didn't find their conversation interesting, and what he heard went in one ear and out the other.
Then as the teacher entered the classroom and began the lesson, with the noise dying down. Christian felt a strong urge to sleep but, remembering how he had been reminded by this particular teacher many times, tried to resist it.
Ultimately emerging defeated, he rested his elbows on the desk, one hand covering his eyes while the other supported his chin. Maintaining a still pose as if he were focusing intently on the class, and he drifted off to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again and saw that the class had ended, with the teacher gathering his things and preparing to leave, Christian felt relieved that the class had passed peacefully.
Or so he thought, but the teacher was glaring daggers at him, clearly not sharing his sentiment, having already noticed that Christian was sleeping, but feeling tired from having to point it out so many times
As Christian tried to remember how many classes remained for the day, he suddenly heard the teacher calling his name.
"Christian White."
"Yes, Teacher?"
"Come to the school office during the next break. I have something to discuss with you privately."
Although Christian found it strange since he had nothing to discuss with his teacher, he still replied with agreement.
"Okay."
Finding himself being curious about why the teacher had called him, Christian tried to guess the reason. But after thinking it over, he still couldn't come up with anything. His last assessments and quiz results had all been not just good, but perfect. And nothing came to his mind.
Not bothering to think about it any further, knowing he would find out later, Christian returned to his usual school time.
As the next class ended and break time began, Christian, wanting to be done with the teacher thing quickly so he could return to his relax time, went straight to the school office.
After knocking twice and opening the door, he saw the teacher was already there. He approached him and offered a respectful greeting.
Noting that the teacher merely nodded and then stared at him silently, Christian began to wonder if he had done something wrong recently without realizing it.
"Here."
But maybe the teacher finally felt like bestowing mercy upon him; he handed him a paper, an exam paper, with results written on it.
It was the last exam he took, and it was a perfect hundred. Nothing surprising for Christian.
But the teacher, not sharing the same thought, or even getting the response he wanted, finally started talking.
"Look, sometimes when you're young, you want to impress everyone, show off a bit. You try to make yourself appear to be something more than you actually are and aim to achieve something clearly impossible for you."
Christian, unsure where the teacher was going at with his talking, started frowning, not liking what he was hearing one bit. Still, he continued to listen nonetheless.
"It's normal to crave attention and validation. But there are boundaries, and then there's crossing them."
"And I've noticed you've been getting perfect grades on every single assessment lately."