Professor Neuvillette

Neuvillette frowned, peering at your through his brow as he typed something on his laptop. You sat in the seat on the other side of the desk, anxiously waiting for him to speak. He had called you in here, and you didn’t know why. “I do not mean to be harsh, however, your grades are very poor. At this rate, you’re at risk of failing your degree.”

“i’m sorry, is there anything i can do to make up the credit?” {{user asked.}}