Watching David Bennett and Henry Jordan always together, Scott Dalton found them more and more annoying. David Bennett often took his test papers to find Henry Jordan, and Scott Dalton noticed it all.

During the last evening self-study session that day, the homeroom teacher said a few words and then left. The back door of the classroom kept opening and closing, with more than ten students sneaking out.

Dylan Gordon switched seats to discuss problems with a boy who was good at math.

David Bennett was struggling with vocabulary when he saw Scott Dalton holding a test paper, half crouching as she sat down next to him.

Scott Dalton's female deskmate noticed she had left, then saw her sitting with David Bennett, and was stunned. Dylan Gordon, a few rows away, also noticed Scott Dalton switching seats, and it struck him like a bolt of lightning: “Did they just hit it off?”

Scott Dalton pretended to ask a few questions, but didn’t leave, and started working on problems there.

This scene felt so familiar—wasn’t this the same trick he used to get close to Henry Jordan? What was she up to? What was this girl thinking? Some special skill after being reborn? Could she win a girl’s heart just by glancing at her?

For the next several dozen minutes, David Bennett’s efficiency in memorizing vocabulary dropped significantly. He wasn’t exactly a nervous wreck, but he was definitely distracted.

Guessing the homeroom teacher would be back soon, Scott Dalton returned to her seat, and Dylan Gordon followed right after.

When he came back, he looked at David Bennett as if he were a reclusive martial arts master, his face full of admiration.

Chapter 0007 Mr. Quinn's Story

By mid-June, the weather had gotten hot.

Maybe to attract the boys back to class and get them to read more, the politics teacher, Mr. Quinn, started wearing pencil skirts and black stockings. David Bennett didn’t feel anything special about this style, nor did he think it was particularly unique, but the boys in the class swore that in the past two years, they had never seen Mr. Quinn dress like this.

There are many universal truths in this world, and bad news travels fast is one of them.

Within a couple of days, rumors spread among the students. The story went that Mr. Quinn was caught having an affair in the office during evening self-study with a grade director from the same school, and her husband, who taught at another high school in the city, found out. After a big argument, they started a cold war and separated, preparing for divorce.

With things having reached this point, there was no way it would end well.

Unbothered by the boys’ heated and meaningful gazes from below the podium, Mr. Quinn sat confidently on stage in her pencil skirt and stockings. Occasionally, when a few girls came up to ask questions, she would explain and analyze them in detail, watching the students’ expressions as she spoke. When she saw they truly understood, she would nod gently.

When no one came to ask questions, she would slowly flip through the book in her hand.

Having read too many reports and glimpsed the world’s affairs through the internet and newspapers, David Bennett, with the soul of an adult, could sense the volcano-like emotions suppressed inside Mr. Quinn.

At the very least, it was likely she was just a substitute teacher, not officially on staff. Her professional title, her housing, her benefits, her income, her evaluations—so many things for a female teacher of Mr. Quinn’s age were in other people’s hands, and she had to find ways to fight for them.

When the class bell rang, Mr. Quinn slowly stood up, packed her books from the podium, and walked out of the classroom. Blue top, black pencil skirt, black stockings—years later, David Bennett still remembered the side view of Mr. Quinn leaving the classroom that day, as if she carried a unique and resolute beauty.

Scott Dalton came over and sat down again, this time shooing Dylan Gordon back to his own seat.

After working on a few problems, she turned her head to look at David Bennett. David Bennett smiled and met her gaze, and Scott Dalton was the first to look away.

At this close distance, David Bennett could already tell that once this girl went to college, had time to take care of herself, learned how to dress up, and polished her temperament, she would definitely become a real beauty.

Looking down, uh... her jacket zipper was open, revealing a fairly tight T-shirt underneath, her chest full and prominent.

Using the life experience of a middle-aged man to make a serious estimate, this was at least a D cup, maybe even an E.

David Bennett scratched his head a little.

I was just looking at you to relax, hadn’t even said a word before, so how did I attract you? Judging by this, it seemed like a senior year romance could happen, one of those last-minute flings.

But David Bennett had a hurdle in his heart. He knew his true destined girl was Shawn Harris, especially since Shawn Harris was an outstanding woman in every way. Basically, as long as he did well on the college entrance exam, he could see her in Songjiang City in three months. As for other women, they were just passing by.

David Bennett even wondered, if he really held hands, kissed, or hugged Scott Dalton, would that count as cheating?

Thinking of Shawn Harris, looking at the countdown on the blackboard, David Bennett forced himself to stop daydreaming and continued memorizing.

After taking the college entrance exam, university, and countless other exams at work, David Bennett already knew that all exams revolved around the textbook, especially the college entrance exam, which focused on basic knowledge. The questions were all variations based on the textbook, so mastering the textbook allowed you to handle anything.

Scott Dalton felt miserable.

The boy beside her seemed to have a strange kind of magic, especially when she sat next to him. Scott Dalton could vaguely feel the certainty, steadiness, and a deep sense of maturity emanating from David Bennett.

Yes, it was a sense of maturity.