As Twilight tutored the children, he kept thinking: After that incident with Damian a few days ago, Plan B-befriending the Desmond family through Operation Friendship-has failed completely.
That leaves only the conventional approach, Plan A. I have to improve their chances of becoming Imperial Scholars as much as possible.
After Richie and Anya finished listening to Twilight's mental muttering, they saw him abruptly sit up straight. "Anya, if you don't finish these, you won't get to watch your spy cartoon tonight."
Anya's face instantly darkened. Her mouth fell open in shock, her expression already contorted.
Richie gave Anya a teasing grin. Twilight Dad immediately caught his gloating and said sternly, "Richie, if you don't finish yours, you won't be allowed to sleep."
Richie's smile vanished in an instant, along with most of his drowsiness.
No sleep. Richie was not happy.
Just like most parents, Twilight pointed imperiously with an elegant finger. "Come on, what's the answer to this question?"
Twilight suddenly turned his attention to Anya, making her jolt. I need to read Father's mind and get this over with.
Anya's eyes went blank as her psychic power trickled into Twilight's mind like a gentle stream.
Beside her, Richie rested with his eyes closed. Even without opening them, he could sense every change around him, every sound, and everything Father, Mother, and Anya were thinking.
"You need to use this formula here..." Twilight frowned slightly and leaned over to guide Anya.
Anya began reading Twilight's mind. Richie split his attention, listening to Twilight's and Anya's thoughts with one ear and Twilight's spoken explanation with the other.
Twilight thought: *{There are several ways to earn the Stellas required to become an Imperial Scholar. Besides academic performance, they can also be earned through sports and contributions to society. But poor grades lead