Jasmine Yale occasionally turned her head and saw Sylvan Cheney looking at her.
She glared at him.
What's there to look at?!
After all these years, doesn't he recognize her?
But she was too lazy to bother with him and continued to listen to the lecture and take notes.
Jasmine didn't know where Sylvan got his patience from, sticking with her through the lengthy and boring English lecture.
It was all in English, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed female teacher animatedly lecturing from the stage.
The entire lecture lasted two hours, covering everything from historical background to contemporary works.
As people started leaving, Jasmine wasn't in a hurry; she slowly organized her notes.
While organizing, she furrowed her brows—several things didn't seem right.
Just as she was worrying, Sylvan grabbed her pen, crossed out her incorrect sentences, and added the correct ones.
Jasmine was surprised, "You weren't listening, were you?"