Ms. Sonia examines Mason with a look of curiosity and disbelief. She couldn't imagine this student, who most students underestimate as a scholarship student, is the same person who was dripping with an intimidating aura and was ready to protect her from her psychiatrist brother. She knew Mason wasn't an ordinary student like his files claim, but she couldn't decipher who he was and what he was hiding behind his mask. Sonia knew the lecturer was waiting for her response, so she cleared her throat and said. “I don't really care why you haven't been attending Mr. Hasatin classes, but coming late to write his test is unacceptable!” She said, keeping a calm tone and yet holding enough seriousness, which assisted Mr. Hasatin ego.“I was a few minutes late, Ms. Sonia, and all I ask is to write the test not to be given an additional minute,” Momaaon defended calmly, but the lecturer daggers his eyes at him.Sonia noticed the expression on Mr. Hasatin's face at Mason's reply; she shook her an
As the seconds ticked by, Mason's figure blended with the hushed crowd of students diligently scratching their pens across their papers, trying to solve the questions. Focused on Mason, Mr. Hasatin resumed his invigilation, navigating through the students with his eyes constantly shifting between the wall clock and his direction. A wide smile illuminated his face when he saw that Mason was the only student solving the test questions without the aid of a calculator. ‘You think you're brilliant and can solve problems without a calculator? Let me see how you intend to pass without confirming your answers,’ Mr. Hasatin muttered to himself, shaking his head. Meanwhile, Sonia, who was also standing in front of the class, couldn't help but notice the lecturer's animated gestures. She followed his gaze and arrived at Mason's desk, which had no calculator. She knew Mr. Hadatin wouldn't allow borrowing a calculator, and solving the questions without one would be more difficult, as the expre
Shortly after Mr. Hasatin made the announcement, he quickly scurried through the classroom, collecting the answer sheets. While some students submitted their scripts with ease, others, who had already assumed their fate, submitted theirs with grimace itching on their faces.Mr. Hasatin, with a satisfied smile, finally approached Mason, who was pretending to be reviewing his work.“Your time is up smart ass,” he grinned, snatching the paper from his hands, and since he was confident Mason would fail, he didn't bother to go glance at his work and added it to the rest. “I guess you're not confident about your score, are you?” He added mockingly, and Mason, wearing an unreadable expression, glimpsed at him before turning to Jeremiah, who had also submitted his script and was ready to leave. “Let go, Mason,” Jeremiah muttered, hoping they could disappear from the classroom before Mr. Hasatin's cold gaze bore a hole in his best friend's head.Mason nodded and picked up his things; they wer
“Austin,” Mr. Hasatin's voice resonated through the classroom, causing all the students to turn their attention to the front. The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and dread as he scanned his list of names before looking up at the boy, who sat frozen in his seat. Austin's gaze flickered nervously around the room before finally settling on Mr. Hasatin, whose expression was stern yet tinged with disappointment as he continued, “Your test score is 10 out of 100!” The words hung in the air, punctuating the silence and eliciting a wave of murmurs and gasps from the other students. Austin, who was short of words, quickly forced a lump down his throat as the reality of his test score slapped his face. More whispers from other shocked students emerged as they lingered their gaze on the boy who had never missed a class and was regarded as not only Mr. Hasatin’s disciple but the best student of his course. “Oh my God, I can't believe this!” A girl sitting in front of Mason excla
After the test scores were announced and the dean of students exited the classroom, several chairs scraped against the floor as the students, still reeling from the shock of the results, slowly filed out in a somber group, reminiscing about the surprising twists of the test. At the back of the line, Mason and Jeremiah lingered, their expressions different from those of the others. Meanwhile, Mr. Hasatin stood at the front, his piercing gaze fixed on the two boys as if he could bore into their skulls with his eyes.In seconds, they confidently strode to the entrance of the faculty, capturing the attention of several pairs of watchful eyes. Rumors of their outstanding test score had rapidly spread throughout the university, creating an unmistakable buzz that refused to be ignored, and other students who didn't know who they were exchanged looks of curiosity.“Bro, I think I have become popular!” Jeremiah muttered, panning his eyes at the notifications popping up on his phone screen. Mas
“That's alright,” Mason replied with a casual smile, unfazed by the curious glances from those around them. With a fluid motion, he retrieved his phone from his pocket and tapped at the screen, which lit up, and exchanged numbers with them, sealing their brief conversation with a friendly nod. After a few warm goodbyes, he headed toward the administration building where his car was parked. Mason circled out of the parking lot and headed downtown Aleric City, navigating through the familiar streets lined up with shops and cafes, bustling with activities. After a few miles, he finally arrived at Heaven Institution, where Helen attended school.Keeping his promise to pick her up, Mason slowed down and navigated toward the elegant, modern building with its sleek glass facade. In front of the building, staff dressed in sharp formal wear gathered in the late afternoon light, and their polished shoes gleamed as they exchanged polite smiles and warm handshakes with the parents who had come t
When she finally noticed Mason's gaze, she instantly let out a forceful smile then glance at her colleague before walking away to greet another parent. “Shall we?” The girl with tinted gray hair asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she nodded toward the entrance of the building. With a subtle yet confident gesture, she stepped forward, and Mason trailing behind her, commanded attention by his presence. They took a turn into the long hallway, and Mason's gaze dropped to her figure. Her long gray hair flowed down her back, catching the soft glow of the lobby lights and adding an ethereal quality to her appearance. The fitted uniform she wore clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her silhouette while remaining professional. Mason’s eyes were drawn to the way her tan skin glowed against the crisp fabric of her outfit, making it challenging to pinpoint her racial background. Each step she took made her movements almost dance-like as she navigated throu
As Mason approached the entrance to the fifth-grade iris classroom, two men in black suits, which he recognized as Helen's security guards, were sentinel outside the closed door. When they spotted him and the lady walking next to him, they instantly shifted their attention, performing a precise and synchronized bow that demonstrated both respect and discipline. Mason, without a word, returned their greeting with a firm nod. Ms. Telsa gently place her card on the door, and as the door slide open, the hushed murmurs of the classroom faded, and all eyes turned to the newcomers. A curious blend of surprise and interest filled the room, and the students dressed in their neat uniforms collectively directed their gaze from Ms. Telsa to the man who had interrupted their ongoing class.Mason, who wasn't expecting such a scene, instantly glanced at the watch before he navigated his gaze to the lady standing in front of the classroom.‘Are all the teachers in the school this young?’ He muttere