The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Oberon and the rest of students of Class Eighteen were dumbstruck.

They had initially thought Vivienne's "uncivilized method" was going to be a good old-fashioned brawl -

their class was infamous for its fights, after all.

But to their shock, Vivienne's "uncivilized method" turned out to be unleashing a snake attack!

This was outright terrifying!

Where on earth did the school leadership dig up such a weirdo?

Vivienne lifted her head, looking at the petrified Oberon, and asked, "Are you clear-headed now?

Ready to behave?"

Oberon didn't dare to refuse, he nodded frantically, "I'll behave, I'll behave, Ms. Vivienne, I was wrong,

please spare me!"

He felt his reign of terror in school was about to come to an end!

What awaited him was a brutal and dark life!

He felt cornered!

"Let him down." Vivienne said to Logan and the others.

Logan and his buddies turned pale and didn't dare to move!

Who would dare?

There was a snake!

Though they were the ones who brought the snake, they were scared too!

Who knew if the snake would listen to Vivienne and bite them?

"Oh, you're afraid of it??" Vivienne, noticing their reluctance, twitched her lips. So, these cowards had

actually planned to use the snake against her?

She drew a small knife from her pocket and threw it at Oberon.

When Oberon heard Vivienne was letting him go, he heaved a sigh of relief. But before he could

completely exhale, he saw a knife flying towards him, and his body jolted!

He was doomed! He might lose his life today!

However, the next second, the knife accurately pierced the snake's head, and both the knife and the

snake got lodged into the wall.

Oberon felt like he just had a showdown with death itself.

The others were also dumbfounded. Vivienne must have had some training, right?

Vivienne then instructed Logan to let Oberon down.

Oberon stood on the floor, legs trembling, "Ms. Vivienne, I need to use the restroom."

He couldn't hold it anymore!

If he wasn't afraid of the embarrassment of wetting himself, he would have done so!

"Go ahead." Vivienne was surprisingly accommodating this time.

Oberon sprinted towards the restroom.

He was so fast that all people could see was a gust of wind.

Vivienne turned to the other students still dumbfounded and said, "You guys, move the lectern over,

arrange your desks and chairs neatly."

She paused and added, "I don't want to resort to uncivilized methods!"

As soon as her words fell, the students started moving, those moving tables moved tables, those

moving chairs moved chairs.

Their speed was jaw-dropping!

Charlotte, sitting in a corner, took a while to calm down and finally confirmed one thing.

The new friend she made a few days ago, her good friend, was now her teacher.

Oh my God! How did she get involved in this?

Recalling Vivienne's actions just now, she obediently got up and arranged her desk and chair.

She had a feeling that if she didn't comply, her good friend would turn against her and even beat her

up!

About ten minutes later, everyone had arranged their desks and chairs, and Oberon returned from the

restroom.

He stood at the classroom door and obediently announced, "Reporting!"

"Enter." Vivienne's indifferent voice rang out.

Oberon came in, dared not walk towards the lectern, and moved step by step along the wall to his seat.

He looked like a mouse in front of a cat, utterly terrified!

"I am going to lay down some rules now. Does anyone have any objections?" She stood at the lectern,

her voice steady and unhurried.

Vivienne appeared to be a gentle and beautiful lady, but her aura was so strong that the students dared

not object.

Vivienne wrote her name on the blackboard, "Vivienne! Remember this name, in the next three months,

it might be your nightmare."

Everyone kept silent.

Forget about the next three months, this name was already a nightmare now, okay?

"I'm paid a hefty salary by the principal, so I have to earn my keep. You make things easy for me, and I

won't trouble you. No fighting, no bullying classmates, no disrespecting teachers, greet teachers when

you see them, attend classes on time. These are my rules. I don't care about your backgrounds, as

long as you are in this school, you have to follow my rules. If anyone doesn't want to comply, you can

drop out. For those who don't drop out and don't follow the rules, I won't mind teaching you some

manners. Understand?"

"Understood!" The students, not daring to object, responded loudly.

"The school demands that Class Eighteen must have one student admitted to a university this year." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Vivienne calmly looked at the students, "There are forty-five students in Class Eighteen, I want all forty-

five to be admitted. Can you do it?"

Everyone fell silent.

Everyone else only knew that they were in Class Eighteen to get a diploma and inherit their family

wealth, but no one knew that they were actually abandoned by their families.

Cloudcrest High School was a prestigious school, not lacking in children from wealthy and influential

families. Class Eighteen students were assigned to the worst class because of their poor grades.

Teachers looked down on them and didn't want to teach properly, and they themselves were looked

down upon at home for various reasons. They were also looked down upon at school, hence they

developed a rebellious attitude.

Instead of being looked down upon, they'd rather make people fear them.

"They just need to get a diploma to go home and inherit their wealth." This was what their families told

them to deceive them. How could a truly wealthy and influential family pass on their wealth to someone

who doesn't understand anything?

Wouldn't that lead to the decline of the family?

But they were all from prestigious families. If their children couldn't even get a high school diploma, it

would be a disgrace, so even if their children wreaked havoc in school, they could only let their children

run wild, as long as they could get a diploma.

No one cared whether they could get into university, because no one believed they could.

"How about it? Can't you do it?" Vivienne asked.

Everyone lowered their heads, no one dared to speak, partly because they feared Vivienne, and partly

because they really couldn't do it.

Logan pondered for a moment, stood up, and said, "Ms. Vivienne, do you think students like us could

ever get into college? We've pretty much forgotten most of what we've learned before."

"Why not?" Vivienne looked up, enunciating each word, "There's nothing you can't do, only things you

don't want to do. As long as you're willing to try."

Her voice was gentle, but it seemed to carry a kind of magic that filled everyone with confidence.

Could they get into college if they tried?

Would people change their opinion about them?

After all, they started off with a genuine desire to study hard.

But being looked down upon by teachers and family members, they lost that confidence.

"Do you trust us?" Logan asked.

"I do."

Her words brought tears to the eyes of the students in Class Eighteen.

Someone trusted them.

For the first time in over a year, they heard someone willing to trust them.

Then the bell rang for break. Vivienne said, "Take a break. We'll have a little test next class! We're

going to test every subject. It's okay if you can't answer all the questions. Just do what you can. I need

to know your real level. Any problems?"

"No problems!"

This time, everyone spoke in unison, their voices filled with excitement!

Maybe, Ms. Vivienne was different from other teachers, she could lead them towards the light.