"May I ask why you want to talk with him?" Sasha politely inquired.
"I just want to borrow a few notes from him," Sheryl replied.
Sasha nodded understandingly. "Alright, go on.”
Sheryl settled down with a smile as Hamlyn turned around to see her, politely whispering, "Yes, madam, how may I help you?”
"I just need tomorrow's notes," Sheryl replied, her smile unwavering.
Hamlyn smiled and nodded, reaching into his bag to retrieve the notes. "Here you go," he said, extending them towards her.
With gratitude, Sheryl accepted the notes, her smile growing wider.
As Hamlyn continued reading, Sheryl diligently copied notes.
"Huh? Where is the teacher?" a voice echoed, catching everyone's attention.
All eyes turned towards the door, where Bizen stood,
"Bizen, why are you so late?" Sasha questioned.
"I don't see any reason to tell you that," Bizen retorted.
Sasha maintained her composure. "The teacher is busy at the moment, and she entrusted me with authority."