It seems a bit newer than before.
Growing more puzzled, Flossie Wright didn't dwell on it any further and simply opened the notebook.
What caught her eye were lines of writing that differed from the ones in her memory.
Completely different.
Sharper, more composed, more rigid.
Strikingly so.
In surprise, Flossie Wright furrowed her brows, looking at the man in front of her with confusion, and asked, "Did you copy this all over again?"
Glenn Hutchinson looked at her somberly and instructed, "Copy it yourself in the future."
"..."
Flossie Wright was slightly shocked inside.
It meant that he admitted to copying it.
She was familiar with Sandy Cruz's notes.
Concise and to the point.
But, having attended class for so long, even if his notes were few in number, the accumulated total was not a small amount.
To copy it all over again would take at least two to three hours.
