Chapter 13

He talked about grading his homework so casually that it almost sounded like he just took out Timothy's trash.

Timothy was so taken aback at the invasion of his privacy that he almost wanted to call the police. However, what would he say?

He probably could say, "Officer, a creepy professor followed me to my doorstep with ill intentions."

Maybe he could say, "And then he found a flimsy excuse to enter my private residence."

Next, perhaps he could say, "Finally, while I was completely defenseless, he despicably graded my homework?"

There was no way he could report that.

"Why did you grade my homework without my permission?" Timothy wanted to question Bob, but when he looked at Bob's face, he suddenly felt nervous, panicked, and weak. His legs were trembling.

"I mean, I did finish my assignment, but I still needed to proofread it. The deadline isn't until next Monday. Couldn't you have waited for me to submit it before grading it? Besides, isn't it the TAs who usually grade the ass