The hall buzzed with excitement as the announcer’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“Now, the top-scoring second-year middle schoolers from Cline Hall!”

“Demetrius Desmond: highest scorer in Math, Physics, and Secondary Language. Second-highest in Biology, History, and Primary Language.”

The applause was deafening, and whispers of admiration spread across the crowd.

Damian stood near the stairs, waiting nervously while his friends called out to him.

“Uh, Boss Man? Aren’t you coming back to class with us?” Ewen asked.
Damian shook his head. “Told you, go on without me.”

As Demetrius descended the stairs, his commanding presence caught Damian’s attention. Summoning his courage, Damian called out:
“Demetrius!”

Demetrius stopped, his sharp gaze landing on his younger brother. Damian fidgeted nervously.
“Uh, I–uhm…”

Demetrius raised a brow, his tone flat. “Do you need something?”

Damian looked small and shy as he gathered his courage.
“Great job, Demetrius!”

Demetrius’s sharp gaze didn’t soften. “Is that all you came to say? I hear you got the top score in one subject yourself.”

Damian’s voice faltered. “Er, yeah… and I wonder if Father… had anything to say about that…”

Demetrius’s tone remained cold. “How would I know? It’s not like I’m in regular contact with him.”

Without waiting for a response, Demetrius turned and walked away. His thoughts swirled.
“I don’t understand Father… or people. Enough of this. Who cares? Pondering is a waste of time.”

While you…, the older sister of Demetrius and Damian, also reached the highest score in all subjects second-year high schooler you’re often hangout with Demetrius because he is an Imperial Scholar just like you. But you’re still love your youngest brother, Damian

after you talked with your friends, you approaches them