Chapter 31
Chapter 31: Don’t Call Me Director, Call Me Cupid
Sofia pressed herself against the door, peering through the crack at the two people inside, her body contorting awkwardly.
Hehe.
Hehehehehe.
So spying on other people’s romance could be this blissful.
Sofia’s mouth was practically stretched so wide she could hang a bucket from one side.
“Filin, oh Filin, you think that’s all there is? Don’t underestimate Teacher Sofia’s abilities.”
Sofia muttered to herself, her expression already quite perverted.
Today she had planned something big!
Sofia planned to use the name of a study group to bring Violette and Filin’s study group out of school to study together.
Saint Andreas Academy required study groups to have five members.
The remaining three people Sofia had chosen were all upperclassmen who had already gone out for internships—they couldn’t possibly get involved.
Even if someone investigated, they would only know this was a group activity for five study group members.
As for why only Filin and Violette were participating, well, what could be done if the others didn’t show up?
After school ended, she would take the two of them to the Holmholt commercial district under the pretense of studying.
Seeing couples holding hands everywhere, those two shy people would become more proactive in that kind of environment, right?
She even had tickets for a couple’s suite at the Kalqin Sand Hotel—if things progressed quickly, they could use them tonight.
If anyone said Sofia was being too bold in doing such a thing, she would definitely scream in protest.
Bold? This was her most conservative plan!
If Sofia didn’t have to worry about Violette’s family background, she would directly throw these two onto a bed.
Lock them up tight!
Sofia had seen too many shy little couples who ended up not getting together due to various reasons, then started reminiscing about the past once they reached a certain age.
If only I had apologized back then.
If only I had held her hand back then.
If only I had hugged her back then.
If only I had worn protection back then.
Wait, Sofia interrupted her own thoughts—not wearing it would be fine too.
Young men and women, dry tinder meeting fire—what might happen? Hehehehehe.
Seraphiel, you might be holding your grandchild tonight.
Filin suddenly looked up toward the door.
He walked over and pulled it open, looking at the empty hallway.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why do I keep feeling like there’s a pervert staring at me? Is it my imagination?”
Violette shook her head. “I felt it just now too.”
…
The setting sun hung lazily on the horizon, as if waiting for some good show to unfold.
The orange-red evening glow was particularly brilliant, as if holding back laughter.
A classmate came to tell Filin that Sofia wanted to see him in her office.
Filin shouldered his backpack, feeling an ominous premonition.
Although he knew Sofia meant well for him, wasn’t she being a bit too enthusiastic?
On the rooftop of the teaching building, a girl with black and red streaked short hair locked her gaze on Filin.
“So he’s Dei’s boyfriend.”
Bernice sat on the rooftop railing, her legs swinging casually, the laces of her Martin boots swaying in the wind.
Today she wore a form-fitting sleeveless top, revealing her fair shoulders and arms.
The hem of her pleated skirt fluttered in the wind like a small flag.
The wind lifted her short hair, revealing her delicate profile.
Her skin was so pale it was almost transparent, seeming to glow in the sunset.
Her eyes tilted slightly upward at the corners, those deep blue pupils revealing no emotion like a doll’s.
In front of her was a strange space, like a telescope that let her see Filin clearly.
Bernice braced her hands and swung her legs wrapped in bubble socks back from the air onto the rooftop, then jumped down.
The magnified space behind her disappeared.
He did look quite handsome.
But did Dei really like him?
Bernice crouched down, searching for something in her bag.
I was ordered to come to Seyva to see if the eldest daughter of one of the world’s three great divine religions, the Truth Divine Religion’s elder family, was really in love with an ordinary male model.
Honestly, would anyone believe such a story?
How could this kind of trashy novel plot possibly happen in real life?
Last night I arrived in Seyva at eleven, and that damn young lady made me stand in the wind for two or three hours.
Bernice pulled two chest pads from her bag.
She wouldn’t sit at a dinner table like some old mother with Dei and her boyfriend, asking when they got together while pretending to smile and act like she cared about them.
That would be too troublesome and disgusting.
She’d just take Filin down directly.
As long as she had this boyfriend of hers spinning around her, where would be the need to ask questions here and there?
She really wanted to see that young lady’s panicked expression.
Bernice fastened the chest pads through her clothes and stood up.
While expressionlessly touching the soft chest pads, she imagined that scene.
For Dei’s boyfriend, she had practiced alone for a long time.
Although she’d never done this to a man before, dealing with Filin, who appeared to be just a teenager in puberty, should be enough.
What could a male model of this age have besides youth?
No technique, all strength.
Boys this age were full of hormones and endless energy—seducing him should be quite simple.
Finally, a human smile appeared at the corner of Bernice’s mouth.
In the grade director’s office.
Filin sat on the bench looking somewhat troubled.
He didn’t know what Sofia was thinking, wanting to tutor him after school?
He glanced at Violette, who stood in the corner with her hands obediently behind her back, feeling like these two were up to something.
“So we’re going off-campus to study?”
Who would believe that?
“Of course, unless you want to study at your house? If you agree, that’s not impossible either.” Sofia removed her glasses and carefully wiped them.
“No, let’s forget about that.”
“So, do you two want to go to some other private place? Finding a quiet coffee shop off-campus to study properly would be nice.”
“Can’t we study at school?”
“The school’s power will be cut tonight.” Sofia showed a smile that seemed to carry many burdens.
She was prepared to be severely scolded by the principal even if it meant pulling the main switch.
Sofia felt as if she had resonated with Cupid, the god of love, and was about to become Cupid’s devotee.
“Sorry, Teacher Sofia, I feel a bit tired today, so could we do this another day? There’s no need to be in such a rush…”
“Is that so? Then forget it.”
Hm?
Filin had expected Sofia to try to persuade him more, but she didn’t.
Could it be that Teacher Sofia really was just thinking about his studies today?
“Oh, right, I applied for the school’s financial aid for you a few days ago. After investigation, the school felt your current living situation indeed meets the requirements.”
?
Was that the financial aid that would refund a year’s tuition?
Pure light appeared in Filin’s eyes again.
Saint Andreas Academy’s tuition was very expensive, about 400,000-500,000 per year, and even more expensive with room and board.
The original owner had paid all the tuition in advance. If he could get back the prepaid tuition, wouldn’t he earn all that money for nothing!
Teacher Sofia, you really are my good teacher!
“However, your original grades weren’t very good, and now it seems you’re not very focused on studying either, so…”
“When do we leave? I can’t wait to study.”