Because a letter folded into four caught her attention—or rather, the beautiful handwriting on the letter did.

On it was written: A love letter to Ms. Morgan—age is not a problem.

No one understood why Emily Morgan suddenly fell silent, and all cast strange glances her way.

If it were any other teacher, their expression at this moment would probably be quite dramatic. However, Emily Morgan was different. She first glanced at the students below, then slowly unfolded the letter, her beautiful brows gently furrowing.

Eric Bennett's palms were sweating; he had truly put some thought into this love letter.

Emily Morgan just kept reading slowly, and just as Eric Bennett was anxiously awaiting the outcome, the sound of high heels suddenly echoed from outside the door—clack, clack, clack, clack—urgent and forceful.

“I am the Deputy Director of the Political Education Office, Autumn Miller. After school starts on September 1st, I hope you all tidy up your hairstyles: girls' hair must not pass the ears, boys' hair must not cover the eyebrows!” Autumn Miller, around 30 years old, was slender, and a faint authority shone in her beautiful eyes behind black-rimmed glasses. “Ms. Morgan, once the seating is arranged, class can be dismissed.”

Another beautiful teacher appeared, and the students couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated.

“Ms. Morgan?” Seeing Emily Morgan looking down at the letter and ignoring her, Autumn Miller curiously leaned over. When her eyes landed on the words “love letter” on the paper, Autumn Miller's brows shot up, and she glared fiercely at the students below, demanding sharply, “A love letter? Who gave this to Ms. Morgan? Unbelievable! School hasn't even started and someone dares to write a love letter to a teacher! Speak up! Who was it?”

A love letter?

To a teacher?

Everyone gasped in shock!

Brian Harper looked at Eric Bennett in astonishment. “Haozi, who is it? That takes some guts, huh?” Confessing to a teacher was something they could hardly even imagine!

Seeing no one answer, Autumn Miller slammed the desk heavily, furious. “I will get to the bottom of this! If you don't come clean, just wait to be expelled!” The impact was simply too negative. Autumn Miller immediately snatched the letter from Emily Morgan's hand and stormed out of the classroom in anger.

Eric Bennett wiped away his cold sweat—he was nearly scared to death, mainly because Autumn Miller was just too fierce!

She looked like she was about to eat someone alive.

Huh?

Eric Bennett suddenly felt puzzled. Why did she ask who wrote it? Could it be...?

Suddenly, he realized that maybe he was too nervous and forgot to sign his name at the end of the letter!

His anxious heart finally settled back into his chest. Eric Bennett let out a long sigh of relief. Seeing that Emily Morgan's expression hadn't changed at all, and that she was calmly calling names and arranging seats as if nothing had happened, he sighed helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

His handwriting had changed a lot from before, so Autumn Miller probably wouldn't be able to trace it back to him for a while.

With this little incident, everyone in Class One became excited, secretly observing each other. They really wanted to know which hero dared to be so bold!

“Eric Bennett.”

Eric Bennett nervously walked up to the podium. After signing his name, he even sneaked a glance at Emily Morgan's ample chest before sitting down at the seat by the bed. Behind him was Brian Harper, in front was Bella Ford, and his deskmate was the one who had deviated from the course of history, Emma Carter.

“All right, the seating will stay like this for now. If there are any special circumstances or you're not satisfied with your seat, you can talk to me privately. After school starts, we'll rearrange as needed.” Emily Morgan swept her poker face over them lightly. “High school is an extremely important period. I hope you all focus all your energy on studying. Don't waste time on useless things. Whether it's writing me a love letter or writing one to a classmate, I don't want to see it again.”

Emily Morgan crossed her arms. “As for class monitor, let's have our top student, Grace Cooper, take the job. Is that all right?”

Grace Cooper nodded at the teacher through her glasses, then immediately lowered her head to continue working, not wanting to waste a single moment.

“Mm, the subject representatives for other classes will be decided by the respective teachers. As for the Chinese class representative, whoever wants to volunteer, please raise your hand.”

Everyone was still a bit reserved; not a single person dared to accept. In fact, Eric Bennett was very eager for this position, which would allow him to interact with Emily Morgan for a long time, but after hesitating for a long while, he still didn't dare speak up.

“In that case, I'll just appoint someone.”

Eric Bennett wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he kept feeling Emily Morgan's gaze flickering over him.

“Chinese class representative…” Emily Morgan drew out the words, her pupils slowly turning to him. “It'll be Eric Bennett.”

“W-what?”

Chapter 8: Got Caught

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“Chinese class representative? Me?”

Eric Bennett pointed incredulously at the tip of his own nose. By rights, Emily Morgan had already seen his high school entrance exam results, and just as he had introduced himself, his grades in all subjects weren't particularly outstanding. So why did she want him to be the Chinese class representative?

However, after saying this, Emily Morgan didn't look at him again, nor did she seek his opinion as she had with Grace Cooper. “All right, you may leave now.”

Eric Bennett was a bit dazed.