In the bustling school cafeteria at noon, nearly every gaze was drawn to a particular scene unfolding there.
It seemed as if a three-person play was being staged.
The convergence of attention was inevitable; it was as if everyone had a reason to pause their lunch and watch what was about to happen.
Angel and Alice were the kind of people who naturally drew attention wherever they went, as if they were female leads under a spotlight.
Sam, while less conspicuous compared to these two women, was still a well-known figure at the school.
As they stood together, it was easy to imagine a complex, emotional triangle.
Angel, clearly annoyed at being interrupted, didn't even seem inclined to release her grip. She turned to Alice with a tone of arrogance and disdain.
"Who are you?"
Alice, aware of Angel's identity but showing no sign of intimidation, maintained a smile.
"I'm Alice, Sam's current homeroom teacher. I've recently transferred here. It's normal that you don't know me, but I'm aware of who you are."
Angel squinted at Alice, assessing her.
Alice's intervention seemed ordinary enough – a teacher addressing a student's potential romantic involvement.
But women's intuition is sharp, and Angel sensed that Alice's motives for approaching weren't so straightforward.
"I believe the school hasn't explicitly banned romantic relationships, and moreover, Sam and I are just friends," Angel stated coolly.
Alice smiled. "Of course, there's no rule against it. I'm just concerned about Sam's recent academic performance and hope his focus remains on his studies. Isn't that normal? But if you're just friends, why haven't you let go of each other's hands yet? Is that appropriate?"
While speaking, Alice's gaze fell on their intertwined hands.
Angel didn't loosen her grip, but Sam suddenly withdrew his hand with force, receiving a fierce glare from Angel.
He shook his hand, showing its reddened back – it really hurt!
Angel, with a huff, turned to Alice. "Even so, don't you think your concern as a teacher is a bit excessive? Is this just normal teacher-student concern?"
Watching their confrontational exchange, Sam had a sudden thought.
Both women had supernatural abilities – Angel could stop time, and Alice had the power of hypnosis.
What would happen if they used their powers together?
If Alice hypnotized Angel into suicide, or if Angel stopped time and shot Alice, the safety factor would drastically increase!
What a dreadful thought! I can't believe I just thought that. Amen!
Alice narrowed her eyes.
"Why would you think it's more than just ordinary concern? Is it because Sam is a charming young man, and therefore you think I should develop feelings beyond the teacher-student relationship? Maybe you've been watching too many TV shows or reading too many online novels recently."
"Alice, you really have a way with words. Being a teacher must be so beneath you. How about trying stand-up comedy instead?" Angel retorted with a cold laugh.
Sam was taken aback. Was this tone suggesting that Angel might use her family's influence to have Alice transferred away from the school?
That would be great! It would mean one less risk factor.
But wait, wouldn't that make things even more dangerous around Angel?
Alice simply smiled without responding to the comment, turning her attention to Sam.
"Sam, have you finished eating?"
Sam, momentarily stunned, nodded. "Yeah, I'm done."
"Alright, then come with me to the office, I have some things to discuss with you."
"Okay, got it."
As Sam stood up, he noticed Angel's dangerous glare. Clearly, if he made this choice, she might do something risky.
But then Sam decided, "Angel, you finish your meal. I'll be going now, bye."
Following Alice, Sam left the cafeteria.
Angel, still seated, withdrew her gaze. She scoffed, as if mocking something.
Then, with a sudden move, she pierced through the untouched lunchbox on the table with a spoon, and stood up, leaving the cafeteria in a mix of cool detachment and unnamed fury.
Not only Angel's emotions were affected, but also those of a boy sitting not too far away.
He was almost on the verge of tears, burying his face in his hands on the table.
"Why can't I be Sam instead of Louis?!"
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"Miss Alice, the truth is, Angel and I are merely acquaintances who have only recently met. We're not even close friends, so there's nothing special about our relationship," Sam said softly in the stairwell of the teaching building.
Alice, leading the way, climbed the stairs and as she moved you could see her buttocks swaying inside her tight, form-fitting pencil skirt.
It's very full and still round, Sam was tempted to reach up and touch it, it must feel very nice in my hand!
"Really? Why do you feel the need to explain to me?" Alice responded.
Sam, feeling somewhat helpless, said, "You suspected us of being in a relationship, didn't you?"
Alice smiled, "Actually, whether you're all in a relationship or not doesn't matter. The school doesn't explicitly forbid it, as long as it doesn't cause any major issues.
Besides, don't all romantic relationships start from friendship? Do you really believe in love at first sight?"
Sam shook his head, choosing not to answer her question.
They had reached the door of the office. Alice opened the door, gesturing for Sam to enter first.
Sam walked into the office without hesitation. He hadn't yet turned around when he heard the sound of the door closing, followed by a soft 'click'.
What was that sound? Had the door been locked?
However, Sam remained calm, his gaze on the mature, charming woman with an intellectual aura.
"Sam, feel free to sit anywhere. It's alright, we're just going to chat casually, don't be too nervous."
"Okay."
Sam casually took a seat, and Alice quickly sat opposite the young man.
She crossed one leg over the other, her thighs pressing together. Her legs, clad in black stockings, were a mix of sexy and fleshy – an accurate description of Alice's legs.
Leaning back in her chair, she smiled at Sam.
"Are you really not nervous? Why can't you look at me?"
Sam slowly lifted his head, shyly looking at Alice.
"It's nothing... I'm just not used to making eye contact from this close."
Alice smiled, her charm accentuated as she brushed her hair away from her forehead.
"It's fine, I just want to talk to you like a friend. Can you accept that?"
Her eyes met his.
Suddenly, that familiar feeling returned – a slight dizziness, an odd sensation pulling at his thoughts like a vortex.
Is this starting now?
Damn, time to start acting again!
Sam immediately feigned a soulless look at Alice, his expression dull and numb.
"Sure, teacher, what would you like to talk about?"
Alice smiled.
"Now answer me, what is the real nature of your relationship with Angel? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. This will be our little secret, just between us two."