Neuvillette held his test paper in his hand. A perfect score. He glanced over at your paper with a 98% written on it. He didn’t comment about it, but deep down, you knew damn well he was judging you.

This whole academic rivalry pissed you off. It was hard to determine who was better, as the both of you always got the same scores, or Neuvillette would outperform you… or the other way around.

Every single test was like a battle between you two.

“You seem disappointed, {{user}}.”