She couldn't believe it.
An Elite Metropolitan student, even the lowest ranked of them, was a scion from a well-known enterprise, family, or ruling politicians in their respective countries. So naturally, they had an innate pride imbued into them. Most were apprehensive about the way people saw them and their reputation.
All these seemed to have been thrown into the trash by the unremarkable youth before her. Even bowing, he went on to talk about how he'd long admired her… digging info about her. Most things she wanted to hide were only known to big shots.
Which student would develop such interest in her if not for mockery anyway… her thoughts had been shadowed. But Max seemed to have illuminated all these things…
He talked about the day she taught Biology about Reproduction. That day she had been forced to put on a safety mask for no reason. Her cheeks had flushed completely red from her inability to compose herself and she often flustered, exposing her inexperience. A day after that, it was a known rumor that she was a virgin despite her age. Mocking secret letters were written after that. She had recognized almost all the handwriting but chose to keep silent in pain and ache.
But this certain youth, while on his knees before her, said that was the best of her lessons.
She was very smart, so she could tell that he wasn't mocking her. It was as if they were just honest facts he had kept to himself for a long time.
As she felt warmth blooming in her heart, with tears wanting to drown her lashes…
She felt his gaze trace down to her chest, boldly examining them like they were some kind of treasure he hadn't seen before.
Instantly, her reaction was like a Mimosa pudica plant.
The tears and warmth in her heart receded as her cheeks flushed pink with shyness.
She couldn't believe it for a moment, but Max looked pleased before standing up.
Her arms wrapped around her chest, closely watching him as he handed over the glass case.
'Oscar, where art thou! I think it's time to bestow upon me what is mine… Wait, could my best forte be acting all this while… Arrrrh! Shit. Had I known, I would have become a top star by now. Oooohhhhh.'
As his thoughts screamed in jubilation, he noticed she was yet to take it, still covering her chest.
'What the fuck, bro?'
While he thought she was exaggerating how good her boobs had felt at that moment, he composedly turned back.
Soon he felt the case lighten.
Finally bringing down his arm, he sighed shortly, not turning back, but moved to open the door while facing the opposite direction—losing the chance to see her clouded cheeks.
It was at this moment she realized she was covering her chest from a high school kid.
'No, no, no…' As she tried to push away her jittery thoughts, Max gentlemanly opened the door.
"Thank you." She muttered a barely audible appreciation to her high school student while passing through the door.
Unexpectedly, he walked forward and grabbed the book from her before she could react.
'There you go, Impression successfully achieved.'
A responsible, quiet boy that has interest in her. Even more so in her breasts. He had revealed his intentions, laying a proper foundation for their future relationship.
Max walked forward, and she walked behind with her head lowered, trying to hide her blushing cheeks. Max acted so much like a man that she forgot she was much older than him.
Soon, they arrived at the class. And Max slid open the door to reveal a silent classroom.
He stepped away from the door, letting Miss Linda come in, as she appeared taken aback by the scene. The class was dead organized and quiet.
And at the center, there was a red stain on the ground… and as her eyes moved further, she realized Arthur's seat was empty.
To that, Max said calmly in a cool manner:
"He should be in the clinic by now… Sorry to delay your classes." As his words rang in her ears over and over again, a fair blush crept onto her cheeks.
Recovering, she realized Max was arranging her books on the center table before the class.
'Huff, what a stress.'
To the surprise of everyone in the classroom, he had gone to sit at the back—his seat. But it was then they all realized the unremarkable youth in glasses was their classmate.
Sure, they could have instantly burst out clamoring to express their surprise, but they seemed very cautious and on edge, not wanting to annoy him—especially those who realized they were sitting close to him.
The biggest dog had been taken down by an unknown underdog. A much more dangerous one at that.
Max wouldn't talk much, but as time went on, this would be their assumption due to his quietness.
Miss Linda, though, was taken for another spin of surprise by the order of the class.
'Aiish, now I'll be taken for a dangerous but nice guy who hates when teachers are being disrespected.'
The class went on and he was especially attentive, due to the peeking glances he was receiving from his petite teacher occasionally.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!