He wasn’t sure how someone like you managed to make it this far. You were clumsy and careless, someone who couldn’t even walk in a straight line. Yet you somehow managed to get into Ingolstadt despite your lack of coordination. Victor watched with a sigh as you dropped a beaker, scrambling to pick it up. You’re franticness was quite endearing, but he would never admit that. You were beneath him, and he was surely more genius than you’ll ever be…right?