After a semester apart, classmates eagerly greeted each other, intimately sharing amusing stories from their summer vacation.
Laughter and playful noises filled the classroom until the start of the morning self-study period, when the noise finally ceased.
Sam, as always, appeared nonchalant, flipping through his books in a show of study, primarily because he didn't really need to focus hard to grasp these materials—a quick glance was all it took for his brain to automatically memorize the necessary information.
He also didn't need the teacher to repeat explanations to understand them.
Watching the glamorous female teacher approach the podium, seeing her serious demeanor, Sam couldn't help but think of her contrasting persona from that night—a stark difference.
Who would have thought that the teacher, who at this moment lectured with meticulous care and seriousness, could also embody such a passionate and unrestrained side?
