"Clack, clack, clack …"

The sound of high heels came from afar. The sound was crisp and powerful. Along with it, a pheromone that was completely different from the students in the class entered your nostrils.

The pheromones you smelled in class, whether it was strong or light, still carried the youthfulness of youth. In terms of maturity and fragrance, they were far inferior to this pheromone.

It was like a rose that grew recklessly in the wild after a heavy downpour, proudly displaying the sharp thorns on its vines to passersby. It made people shrink back at the sight of it. However, the rouge petals still carried dewdrops. It was like a woman lazily leaning against the wall in a dark alley in the rain. She wore Martin boots and red lips. The red lips on her snow-white skin became brighter and brighter. The cigarette beside her hand was still emitting fog. Her face seemed to have turned into a dream in the smoke. It was gorgeous and sharp.

This was a strong rose fragrance.

From the pheromone, you seemed to be able to see how beautiful a woman with such a passionate and flamboyant pheromone was.

This must be a mature woman like a rose.

Think about it.

Then you heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. The owner of the footsteps walked into the classroom just as the bell rang.

Her rose-colored hair was permed into big wavy curls. It was casually let down by the owner, and it curved as she walked. Her eyes, which were the same color as her hair, coldly scanned the classroom from the moment she walked in. She wore a dark-colored military uniform. The belt was tight, and her waist seemed to be so thin that it could not be grasped. The military uniform tightly wrapped around her body, outlining her beautiful curves.

Her snow-white skin made the red color even more beautiful.

You've been following her all this while, never taking your eyes off her.

When she finally saw you staring at her, her rose-colored eyes darkened. She seemed to secretly curl the corners of her mouth and smile at you. The whole process took less than a second, and then she flattened the corners of her mouth. You didn't even know if that smile was your illusion.

She walked to the center of the podium and retracted her gaze. Then, she curled her red lips, raised her chin slightly, and said,

"Brats, let me introduce myself. I am Fiona Bull. In the following school year, I will be the one in charge of your military theory course."

When the students below heard this name, there seemed to be a commotion.

You don't listen very closely, but you catch the words "Colonel," "demoted," and "school."

On the other hand, Andy was staring at Fiona. His golden pupils were dark and gloomy like the ocean before a storm. Although it seemed calm, it was actually surging with dark waves.

Fiona didn't say anything when she heard the discussion below. Her rose-colored eyes quietly looked at the students who were talking. The students who were talking shut their mouths and even held their breaths under her gaze. The whole classroom became quiet again.

She retracted her gaze indifferently and added a few more words.

"I'm usually very busy, so don't bother me.

But if anyone dares to fail or skip class, I'm sure you don't want to experience my means. "

Her voice was hoarse and low, like a feather gently brushing past one's ear, making one feel numb all over. At the end of her voice, the pitch of her voice rose slightly, revealing a kind of wicked pleasure.

"Then, let's officially start the class," Fiona said slowly, then turned on the holographic projection and started the class.

You followed Fiona's rhythm, straightened your back, and listened attentively.

Although it was Fiona's first time as a lecturer, she was undoubtedly a qualified teacher. She analyzed every topic clearly, and she didn't just impart knowledge blindly. Instead, she interacted with the students selectively, just like now.

"Oh, student number 26, please stand up and answer this question."

Number 26 was your student number. When you heard Fiona calling you, you calmly put down the pen in your hand and stood up. The sun shone through the window and warmed your body.

The incident that Fiona just talked about was a famous battle in the history of Interstellar. It was a siege launched by the Alliance against the Interstellar Pirates hundreds of years ago. Due to the Alliance's poor judgment, although the battle ended with a great victory, the Alliance suffered heavy losses. The notice after that explained it as an accident. At that time, the people of the Alliance were very dissatisfied, and anonymous letters kept coming in. In the end, the commander of the battle was pardoned, and the related personnel were all removed from their positions and investigated.

And the question she asked you was —

"If you were the commander at that time and commanded the battle, how would you avoid the so-called accident?"

You looked straight at Fiona on the stage and thought quietly. The wind passed through the gap by the window, mixed with the cold air, and blew on your body. It was cold.

After a few breaths, you slowly opened your mouth and said, "It was inevitable.

"That was unavoidable. Only when that accident happened would that battle be won."

You paused for a moment and continued to answer.

"So, I wouldn't avoid that accident."

Fiona raised half of her eyebrows with interest. Her rose-colored pupils shone brightly under the sun. There were so many people in the classroom, but only your figure was reflected in her eyes.

"That's an interesting way to put it."

She chuckled softly. Her hoarse voice seemed to be mixed with the winter wind, tugging at your heartstrings.

"But I like your answer. Please sit down."

You looked at her quietly until she asked you to sit down. Then you lowered your eyes and sat down.

Andy, on the other hand, had a gloomy expression on his face since the start of class. When he saw them sitting down, he continued to listen attentively. His golden eyes were filled with dark clouds, and his mouth was tightly pursed into a straight line.

He turned his head and looked out of the window in a daze.

The classroom was on the fourth floor, and you could see the tree planted next to the teaching building. There were very few leaves on the branches, and the branches were covered with layers of snow. The whole tree, except for the trunk, seemed to be wrapped in silver.

Andy watched the snow fall slowly. It gently fell on the branches and blended with the rest of the white.

While he was immersed in his own world, he suddenly felt a tug on his sleeve. Then, something was stuffed into his palm. The other party's soft fingertips touched his palm, and Andy felt as if an electric current had come into contact with the spot that was touched. It traveled from there to his spine, making him feel numb.

He opened his palm, and it was a small ball of paper.

…

Really, why was he still as childish as a primary school student?

Passing notes in class?

That was hilarious.

As Andy thought about this, he suppressed the inexplicable throbbing in his heart and unfolded the paper. The white paper had already become wrinkled, but he could still clearly see the words written on it. The handwriting was elegant and neat.

Tsk, it was a lie to say that the handwriting was like the person.

If it was true, shouldn't Ereda be a well-behaved person? "

Andy thought to himself the moment he saw the handwriting.

[Andy?

Do you want to go out for dessert after class?

Let's go to your favorite dessert shop. It's my treat.

Note: Don't worry, Mango Thousand Layer is your treat.]

…

Andy looked at the paper in silence for a while. You didn't know what he was thinking.

Although he still turned his head, and you couldn't see his face, you could see that his ears were flushed, and his fair skin was pink. He looked very cute.

Ah, but Andy didn't like it when people called him cute.

You thought to yourself.

Then a piece of paper quickly rolled back to you.

You blinked your eyes and slowly unfolded the paper.

There were only two words and an exclamation mark on it, but it was written very large, occupying three-quarters of the whole paper. It was very personal and very flamboyant.

[Whatever!]

Well, he was obviously very happy.

You glanced at the back of Andy's head, and suddenly had a mischievous idea.

But …

Let's focus on class first.