After a long while only did it dawn on Storm and Grayson that the two boys did not want to study.
"Do the two of you not like academics?" Grayson felt the situation to be a little off.
Jenson was a quiet boy, preferring to stay still than to move about. How could he possibly wish to put off studying for martial arts?
As expected, Baby Robbie waged a finger at them. " That's untrue. We don’t wish to be simpletons who are more brawn than brains. Instead, we're striving to be all-rounded, well-developed beings of mankind."
Storm and Grayson's expressions darkened.
Storm gulped. "Would you two little devils speak English? What are you trying to say?"
Baby Zetty smiled joyfully. "You can't really blame others for calling you stupid when you are. Big Brothers' words are already so straightforward, so how can you still not understand what they're trying t o say? Sigh."
Storm was speechless.
Storm looked at Grayson. "Did you understand?"
Shrugging, Grayson shook his head.
Jenson blurted out of the blue, "We'd like to change
teachers."
Grayson replied, "Two words. Not happening. Mister Storm over here is a top graduate of one of the world’s best universities. He’s more than capable of teaching the lot of you. Unless that is, you manage to find a teacher who's better than him."
Baby Robbie became energized and excited. "Those are your words, not mine. So as long as we find a teacher better than Storm, you'll have to ask them to b e our teacher. Don’t go back on your words."
Grayson and Storm were confident. "As you wish."
Robbie began to ask Storm difficult questions. "I have a question for Storm. If you get it right, I'll count it as your win."
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