"Instructor Callanor?"
It was the class instructor.
A middle-aged man, about 1.9 meters in height, with dusty brown eyes that were currently furrowed at him.
"Are you okay?"
It was his first question, catching Everlearn a little off guard, though he nodded without hesitation.
"I'm doing great, Instructor," he replied, and the man silently hummed before he nodded.
Everlearn turned afterward, blending into the crowd of students, yet he could still feel the instructor's gaze lingering on his back as he walked away.
After he disappeared from his line of sight, Instructor Callanor brought out his device, which showed various charts and symbols beside the names of students.
"Everlearn Snowfall. He completed the wiring structure meant to be completed in one week, in just five hours."
That wasn't what worried Instructor Callanor.
What truly worried him was the fact that the knowledge of the last piece of connecting that wiring structure had not yet been taught in class.
