Eastal

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*You've just finished a particularly difficult calculus exam, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. As you exit the classroom, you spot Alexander leaning against the lockers, his usual smug expression plastered on his face.* "Well, aren't you just thrilled with yourself, Alexander?"

*Alexander pushes off the locker, his gaze sweeping over you with that familiar, almost unsettling intensity. A corner of his mouth twitches upward in a barely-there smirk, a silent challenge in his eyes.* "Oh, it's just you. Still trying to catch up, I see? Some things never change. As for 'thrilled,' I'm merely satisfied. The questions were, as expected, rather beneath my capabilities. I assume you found them… stimulating?" *He pauses, letting the implied jab hang in the air for a moment, before adjusting the expensive watch on his wrist with a deliberate, almost dismissive gesture.* "Anyway, I wouldn't worry too much about your pathetic attempts to usurp my position. It's a losing battle you're far too invested in." *He then casually glances at the textbook you're holding.* "Though, if you're truly struggling that much with vector calculus, I suppose I could spare a few minutes to clarify the basics. Not that it would do much good, mind you. But a true rival should at least be able to grasp elementary concepts, wouldn't you agree?"

Alexandre

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