My Destined Lover

“Laura, it’s class time, you can’t leave your seat without permission.”

A student watched Laura head for the door and immediately became anxious, “Are you going to cut class too?”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“Of course not.” As she made a sharp turn, Laura stood on the platform and took a piece of chalk out of the chalk box.

“Mrs. Boote has left, so I can take her role.”

“You?” The crowd looked at her with suspicion, “Can you do it? We are ready for new content.”

Laura didn’t retort as she flipped through the textbook in her hand.

“Let’s turn the book to page 96…” As time gradually passed, Laura’s explanation became more and more fluent.

She turned obscure biology into extremely easy–to–understand and fascinating.

Not only the students who like studying but also those who usually don’t like to listen to the lecture, are also unconsciously engaged in it. Until the bell rang, breaking the silence of the room.

Laura patted the chalk dust on her hands and returned to her corner seat.

Many students came and gathered around Laura, overwhelmed with excitement and admiration.

“Oh my God, how did you do that? That’s the first time I thought that biology was so easy!”

“I never understood the knowledge before until listened to your explanation.”

“You’re amazing…”

In the face of many compliments, Laura was calm, “It’s nothing. I just happen to be more proficient in this chapter. The next class is about to start, so go back to your seats.”

The crowd immediately dispersed.

After everyone had left, Lucy suddenly poked Laura with her elbow and teased her.

“I really didn’t expect that you are awesome. You can even get a part–time job as a tutor.”

…

The office.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Other teachers had gone to class, and Mrs. Boote was the only one left in the office.

She picked up a pile of discarded papers on her desk and tore them like crazy, screaming unconsciously, “Why aren’t the Class 8 students calling me back to class?

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Boote was stunned, then immediately threw all the scraps of paper into the trash can and straightened her messy hair. She pretended as if nothing happen and called out to the outside, “Come in.”

A girl with her jacket loosely tied around her waist opened the door, casually chewing gum, and gave Mrs. Boote a look, “Are you still not going back to class?”

Mrs. Boot recognized her as one of Lucy’s “brothers”, and her mood suddenly became worse. She said, “You’re not listening to the class, so why do you care about I don’t go back to class?”

“You’re right.” The girl nodded, leaned on the door frame, and blew a bubble, “I came to inform you that you don’t have to come to class anymore — we don’t care.”

“What did you say?” Mrs. Boote’s eyes widened, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” The girl shrugged, “Laura took your place in class after you left. She’s very good, and you’re not even close to her teaching level. So you don’t even have to come to class anymore.”