"Xavier, is something wrong? Did Mom say too much?" Tercy Mason kept on self-reflecting.
Her son was always so shy.
If someone touched on his Achilles' heel, he might become even more at a loss.
And now, his bowed head was proof of the inner turmoil.
Finally, Obby Stuart raised his head, his face red with embarrassment, "My performance in cultural courses has improved; my language, math, and foreign subjects have all moved up to the ninth grade level, but my kung fu course is still at the same level as the last assessment. It will take some time to reach one-star strength, I am currently marking time."
"It's okay, Xavier, you're already doing great."
Tercy Mason adjusted her hair behind her ears, clearly a young mother who loved her son and didn't want to pressure him.
Then, she turned to look at Cherline Lindsey on the side.
She found that this kid still carried the natural haughty aura she had every time they met.
