The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Although Mr. Dennis and Ms. Abby didn't voice their thoughts, they were actually in agreement with Mr.

Arkle.

Lysander was not upset, "Since I managed to invite her, she must have already graduated. As this

year's graduates impact the school's reputation, with Ms. Vivienne in Class Eighteen, you guys should

be more at ease."

"Principal!" Mr. Arkle voiced his dissatisfaction, "I have already stated, I can't teach Class Eighteen, I

won't do it."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "You know better than anyone else what kind of hellhole

Class Eighteen is. I advise you not to send this young girl there. She's only around nineteen, and

there's no guarantee she'll make it out of Class Eighteen in one piece, let alone be able to discipline the

students there. Are you joking?"

Mr. Dennis and Ms. Abby both nodded in agreement, chiming in, "Principal, we get that you're in a

rush, but you're hurting this girl with your actions."

Lysander rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

They hadn't seen Vivienne's capabilities, so he couldn't blame them.

But the task of acting as a substitute still needed to be carried out by them. Even if Vivienne was really

capable, she couldn't possibly teach all of Class Eighteen's courses.

Lysander looked at Vivienne, "Ms. Vivienne, what do you think?"

In private, he referred to Vivienne as Ms. Vivienne, but in the school, he had to refer to her as Ms.

Vivienne.

Vivienne gave a small smile, not taking offense at what the three teachers had said. She simply said,

"Let the teachers rest for now. I'll notify you when it's time to start teaching."

She was only responsible for maintaining order among the students, not for teaching.

Even so, she was capable of teaching!

But Mr. Arkle thought that Vivienne, so young and boastful, expecting them to cooperate with her, was

simply laughable!

So, he responded sarcastically, "Great! If you can maintain order in Class Eighteen, I'll give them extra

lessons after school every day, free of charge."

"Thank you, Mr. Arkle." Vivienne remained respectful throughout.

Seeing that the matter was settled, the teachers said nothing more and left.

After they left, news that Class Eighteen had a new class teacher quickly spread throughout the school.

Meanwhile, Lysander and Vivienne were unaware that the news had already spread across the school.

Lysander initially wanted to explain the situation further to Vivienne, but Vivienne asked him to take her

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She was a principled person. During work hours, she believed in doing what was within her job scope,

to earn her keep.

In senior grade three, Class Eighteen.

The class was currently abuzz when suddenly a student ran in, excitedly saying, "Did you guys hear?

We have a new class teacher, and she's a woman! She's on her way here with the principal now."

The noise died down as all eyes turned to the student who had spoken, the room falling silent.

After a moment, someone whistled and said teasingly, "This teacher's got guts, guys, let's prepare a

welcome party."

Then, a round of cheering and the sound of desks and chairs being hit, "Buddies, get ready to make

some noise!"

After that, everyone started to get busy.

Around fifteen minutes later, the figures of Vivienne and the principal appeared in the corridor.

The student on lookout duty saw them and immediately returned to the classroom, shouting excitedly,

"They're here, everyone get ready."

On the other side, Lysander led Vivienne to a corner and stopped. He pointed at a classroom not far

away and said to Vivienne, "That's Class Eighteen, Ms. Vivienne. I have a lot of other things to handle,

so I won't go with you, you..."

He wanted to ask her, can you handle it alone?

But he thought it might not be appropriate to leave her alone here and ask such a question.

Vivienne understood what he meant and nodded, "I can handle it. You go ahead with your work, Mr.

Lysander."

Vivienne stepped forward, walking slowly towards Class Eighteen.

When she reached the door, she lifted her head slightly and gave a small smile. Then, she lifted her

foot, kicked the door open, and quickly sidestepped, as a bucket fell from above.

The bucket was full of paint, which splattered all over the floor.

Vivienne simply glanced at the paint on the floor, took out a pair of disposable shoe covers from her

bag, put them on, and walked into the classroom.

As she entered, she saw a group of people with wide eyes, looking shocked.

They hadn't expected anyone to avoid their first trap.

They were proud of this trap, and every time a teacher came in, this trap could scare them away. But

there were also those who braved it and came in to teach.

But the outcomes weren't usually good.

They all lifted their heads to look at the new class teacher. Suddenly, everyone took a deep breath.

Someone even exclaimed, "My God! Is she really our class teacher? Did she accidentally walk into our

classroom?"

"She looks pretty good, and she broke our first trap. I'm suddenly interested in her."

The murmurs were loud, reaching Vivienne's ears.

Vivienne walked to the center of the room, where there used to be a podium, but it had been moved to

a corner by the students, covered in a thick layer of dust.

She stood in the middle, her cold gaze sweeping the room. When her eyes landed on a figure in the

corner, she suddenly froze!

Charlotte was also shocked.

Charlotte sitting in the corner looked up, meeting Vivienne's gaze. She was taken aback, her eyes

growing wider and wider!

Then, she exclaimed, "Oh my God! Am I seeing things? Vivienne?"

Why was she here?

What's going on here?

Vivienne’s gaze lingered on them for just a few seconds before pulling away.

"I'm Vivienne, your class teacher for the next three months!" she stated, in a rather nonchalant manner.

No sooner had she finished speaking, than someone shouted, "What! Are you really here to be our

class teacher? Hey, are you an adult? How dare you be our homeroom teacher? You better go home

as soon as possible! "

"Ha! It's my first time seeing someone just a year older than us trying to be a homeroom teacher. Do

you think your life is too easy?"

"Guys, let's teach her a lesson!"

With that said, a wave of laughter and whistles broke out.

Soon after, someone fetched a cage from a corner. After opening it, several snakes and a bunch of rats

scurried out.

"Whoa, we got snakes and rats here! Don't worry, teacher, they don't bite."

The students said this with mischievous joy in their eyes. On the other side, Charlotte snapped back to

reality and immediately stood up, angrily saying, "Logan Wood, pack up your stuff! She's my friend..."

Logan cut her off, "Back off. Even if she's your friend, I won't let her off the hook. Coming to Class

Eighteen, she gotta be prepared… Oh my God!"

His words abruptly stopped, his eyes darting around. When he saw what was happening, he jumped up

scared stiff, standing on a chair, his eyes as big as saucers.

Not far away, Vivienne had a snake in one hand and a small knife in the other. She walked straight to

the first desk with the snake, and then its head was chopped off.