But she was one step too slow, as the test paper was snatched away by Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan looked it up and down before casually flipping through the pages.
Once finished flipping, the corners of his mouth held an enigmatic smile, his eyes gleaming.
Jasmine Yale felt uncomfortable under his gaze, nervously fidgeting with her pen.
Sylvan silently handed back the test paper to Jasmine, placing it where it had been before, a faint smile on his lips, and he softly said four words-
"A touching IQ."
With a "snap," Jasmine threw down her ballpoint pen in anger!
Seeing her ready-for-a-confrontation attitude, Sylvan laughed.
"Is what I said wrong? Hmm? Eleven mistakes out of twenty fill-in-the-blanks, and three incorrect out of five reading comprehension questions." Sylvan smirked, arms crossed.
Jasmine found herself speechless--he wasn't wrong.
Picking up her pen with an unhappy expression, she grumbled, "It's just been a while since I studied English."
