Sir Ares, Goodnight

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.

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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 to say? Sigh."

Storm was speechless.

at Grayson. "Did you

shook his

of the blue,

teachers."

Mister Storm over here is a top graduate of one of the world's best universities. He's

find a teacher better than Storm, you'll have to ask them to be our teacher. Don't go

question for Storm. If you get

"Shoot."

"Do you know of our geographic position? Please tell me its exact

and Grayson

on a housing's geographic location?" Grayson asked.

sleeve. "If we can't answer, I highly doubt this teacher they find can

teacher of ours

who it is. I'd like this to meet such a